On Monday April 12th and following government guidelines, (you won’t get much politics from me though), another easing of lock down from the horrid, consuming and world changing Coronavirus was allowed, and so to certain extents pubs, cafes, non-essential shops and restaurants etc were allowed to “open up” again.?. Therefore, as my title, and also some involvements of my “Poetry World” will be opening up, although in truth I was never really closed, more just constrained.
The lead photo depicts this breaking out of an almost solitary confinement, which for many including myself, coincided with difficult circumstances and bereavement, but life and poetry involvements supporting the excellent charity Help for Heroes, must of course go on. I don’t over indulge too much on personal circumstance, but will say that at times I felt like a candle constantly blown out when trying to continue shining.
Of all my poems (about 500 now) I can only “open up”, (sorry), here with a poem from my second book, (More Poetic Views of Life) as follows……..
Open Up
I’m so glad that I spoke to you
How else would I have known,
Thoughts that you have told me
Which are all your very own?
You shared just what you think
What makes you laugh or cry,
Some things that make you angry,
That you love, or perhaps let by.
Now we can often pass each other
Without a smile or spoken word,
And that we don’t talk to each other
Is quite frankly so absurd.
We need to share our feelings
And how others may endure.
For in a world of madness
It’s good to know what’s pure.
By listening and talking
We learn some different views,
Like how life can be for others
When before we had no clues.
Now we can often pass each othe
Without a smile or spoken word,
And that we don’t talk to each other
Is quite frankly so absurd.
So give a nod, or even smile
Who knows what may pan out?
You may have great times spent
If you end your speaking drought!
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A clever start a? So With that poem, and like many or most of my poems, has a story behind it, but the answer is in that Book 2.
Once again not too much news but there is always something happening in my said Poetry World, and currently I am updating all of my published books with my excellent Web Site Guru, and now my publisher too, (see I even made that rhyme?) James Harvey, and I have just updated Book 2 as above, then just first book to do.
However, and unusually for me, when re reading the poems that were mostly written in 2014 i suddenly realised that many of them had got a bit overshadowed as my books began to flow. I also felt that they were worth looking at again as well, and perhaps you might? To that end the next poem is also in Book 2.
All or Something
Life is a feast or famine
And never seems to even out,
Either all the land is flooding
Or we’re suffering a drought.
If you want to catch a bus
You are standing like a dunce,
Past your final waiting time
Then four will come at once!
Luck seems to be the same
You will get every call right,
Then quickly as it changes
You lose everything in sight.
Getting your finances done
Bills paid with money left,
When a run of expenses come
And all at once you are bereft.
Fishermen cast their bait
And the nets are filled tight,
But then there is a long time
With not one single bite.
Life is feast or famine
And never seems to even out,
Either all the world is flooding
Or we’re suffering a drought.
Is it a game that’s played
By angels and mascots creed?
That allows a win sometimes
Before stopping all our greed.
Perhaps it’s our perception
Of what we want to obtain.
But whatever does befall us
We must get back up again!
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In other good news following the opening up, I can now again have my stall at Pevensey Market opposite the castle on some Sundays. At least I can get my collecting tin and books that donate to Help for Heroes out again this coming Sunday 18th, 12 to 4pm.
I have also had a couple more recent mentions by the wonderful Lynn Parsons of National radio Magic FM, who kindly added about my “lovely and moving poetry” Thanks Lynn, much appreciated!
So people have been flooding out to the shops, with some big queues reported, and getting long overdue haircuts, nail jobs, and general “everyday” life requirements done.
Perhaps the most welcome, but maybe ironical event is that we can sit in a very windy and chilly pub garden drinking cold beer. Nice though…
I think this last poem from my 8th and latest published book (Poetic Seeds to Fruition), called “Unnatural” sums it all up.
Unnatural
Most human beings are very sociable
And need contact response from others,
Whilst we make our way in life
Alongside family, friends and lovers.
For if people are separated or lonely
They will often not function too well,
And perhaps behave in unusual ways
With some reactions that clearly tell,
That they are not at a hearts ease
Due to lack of that positive stroke,
As social contact is a basic need
To ensure our health won’t choke.
So when a deadly, contagious virus
Threatens every person world wide,
All places of social gatherings closed
With orders to stay home and inside.
For all collective groups or crowds
Which as social beings give us cheer,
Can no longer be allowed at present
While a silent killer spreads mass fear.
Therefore I got a surreal experience
Quite emotional, like a form of grief.
As one evening on my allowed walk
The deafening silence beggared belief,
Of events in such a very short time
Having everyone in a panicking quake,
Which brought about the eerie quiet
A world destroying bomb would make.
There was no noise of children playing,
Music was not heard, or any traffic hum,
Revealing petrified people are staying in
So to a creeping virus won’t succumb.
For life routine changed dramatically
Like a cruel twist in some sick game,
As we fight to survive unnatural events
In a world unlikely to be the same.
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That poem was written at the start of Lock down last year 2020 when the virus started to decimate our world.
Anyway we can go and have a beer now and hopefully soon get more of our lives back as things “open up”….. CHEERS !!!
All eight of my books :–
Poetic Views of Life
More Poetic Views of Life
Reviews of Life in Verse
Life Scene in Verse
Life Presented In Verse,
Poet Reveals All (in your world).
Poet Reflects Your World
Poetic Seeds to Fruition
These all ensure my donation to the excellent charity I support, promote and donate to, that being Help for Heroes.
My first 3 books are only priced £4.99 each, with my 4th and 5th bigger books at £6.99. My new 8th and sixth & 7th books, all bigger are still £9.99. and all are for sale on Amazon, book stores or preferably from me ………….. lw1800@hotmail.co.uk Or 07967 355236
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