DELIVERANCE

I have no idea who E.S. Whipple is but I stumbled upon his quote in a school library. It was he who said that ‘a book is a lighthouse erected in the great sea of time’.

It is that quote which has inspired this poem.

Put a book into the palm of my hand

And I will be its reader.

Without any limitation to what I can readily understand

Or the fodder of the feeder.

 

Once just a thought, then written down, later published

To a waiting world not yet suspecting.

But in a thousand years could it ever be wished

That the prize of knowledge is worth collecting?

 

Books are, after all, the cradle of our knowledge,

If not a lighthouse erected in the great sea of time.

They are the benevolence of our cultured college,

Leading us to where we’re surely goin’

 

Without you, Book, as some part of my life,

I would be despondent and distinctly destitute.

Can there ever be a failing of mankind to permit such suffering and such outright strife

When the force and power of literature is absolute.

 

Gosh, I still remember that delirious day

When first as a young child, I could read.

How the blessing and good fortune of Gods grace came my way

And showed me difference between greed and need..

 

Books have an uncanny way of saying things

To you no human being ever can.

Deliverance is simply sourced from eternal springs

To every able-bodied man.

 

I see the lighthouse over yonder

As I stroll along the beach.

This is a moment to wonder

And feel a sense of destiny within my reach.

 

What if all the words ever written

Are no more than an inglorious monsoon?

Let rip the sudden storm,  unrestrained and unforbidden.

On this October afternoon.

 

The words have found me, as they will find you too,

So be gladdened and  heartily contented.

A poet must do what a poet must surely do,

Write passionate poetry unlamented.

 

And so I come to express my greatest gratitude

To that lighthouse erected in the great sea of time.

God has willed from me this mystical and marvellous mood

As I have put pen to paper and words to rhyme.

 

As I stroll further, I’m enveloped by a mist

But the shadow outline of the lighthouse remains.

I have written this poem now.  I have reminisced

And Deliverance reigns.

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NEED A FRIEND

I need a friend who listens

And pays me due attention.

I need a friend who reasons

The rationale of my comprehension.

I need a friend.

 

I need a friend who reaches out

In every possible dimension.

I need a friend who is all about

The measure of my extension.

I need such a friend.

 

I need a friend who’s ears and eyes

To everything that I do.

I need a friend who can spring that element of surprise

And yet be so totally true.

I need that kind of friend.

 

I need a friend who laughs and cries

And on whom I can definitely depend.

I need a friend who is wonderful and worldly-wise,

I need that faithful friend.

 

I need a friend who sees what I see

And hears what I hear.

I need a friend who is everything to me,

Who’s honest, humble and sincere.

I need that friend.

 

I need a friend who’s the very fabric of my existence

And the essence of who I am within.

I need a friend who has zero resistance

To the gravity of my sin.

I need that friend.

 

I need a friend who touches a nerve

And feels as I do indeed.

I need a friend who’s possessed of veritable verve

To be my one true friend in need.

Oh how I need that friend.

 

I need a friend who represents an ideal

Of life itself on earth.

I need a friend who is not just real

But the calculation of my life’s worth.

I need a friend.

 

I need a friend who drives and motivates

As a spiritual pioneer.

I need a friend who thrives and necessitates

I need you now dear.

Friend, I need you dear.

 

 

 

FOREVER AND A DAY

Listen to the beat of the distant drum

As the morning message seeps through.

Phillippe Coutinho, EF KP, Lady Diana, my dear Mum,

This passionate piece of poetry is for you.

 

Every one of you will be mournfully missed

More than you will ever know.

So much is given; so much more is promised

But all that’s left is the evening echo.

 

Some things are perhaps best left unsaid

Because saying them so sorely pains.

Look up to the heavens instead

And pray let go of the reigns.

 

A heart can be broken into a thousand pieces

But the soul does not concede.

The wheel of fortune chances but never decreases

The measure of human need.

 

Go on, call me a sentimental old fool

Who am I to question it?  It might be true.

No more a poet than a simple scholar of the old school.

Phillippe Coutinho, EF KP, Lady Diana, my dear Mum, how can I forget you?

 

 

The pernicious poignancy with which

This deliverance is expressed

Calls upon the mortal maid who first submits

And then applies the logic of the test.

 

 

And so it is that 31st August is Forever and a Day,

The grasslands of my eternal grief.

I call on Fate to lend a hand and help me find a way.

It’s quite simply a matter of belief.

FOR MORE THAN JUST A WHILE

  • I want to stop being blind

And start being kind

To the one woman who’s always on my mind.

 

I want to show her my deepest love

With a huff and a bluff and a puff.

I’m so sorry if that is not enough.

 

I want with her to share

Everything.  Everytime.  Everywhere

And I want her to know I really care.

 

I want to be her closest friend

And never have to pretend

Our relationship can ever end.

 

I want to kiss her lips

And play with her tits

And hold her hand a little bit.

 

I want to look into her eyes

And see her surprise

When how much I truly love her she doth  realize.

 

I want her to know I’m here

And my feelings are heartfelt and sincere

For this and every year.

 

I want to make her smile

With satisfaction, splendour and style

For more than just a while.

 

I want to tell her things which are funny

And call her my honeybunny

When she asks for the housekeeping money.

 

I have written this poem especially for her

With all the meaning that it can infer

And I will never expect an answer.

 

But I absolutely want her to know

I never want to let her go

Because I love her so.

 

(I don’t believe, she says, with a tear in her eye

I’m not Rihanna.  So Why?

Because I don’t love the way you lie)

 

If only that were true,

Then my heart would surely bleed.

I do honestly and truly love you,

You are the one I want and need.

 

You are worth every conceivable sacrifice

A simple man can make.

Delicious, delectable, adorable, as sweet as spice

Even if your devilishness I beg to forsake.

 

Mighty men can have their jewels

But I know I have captured mine

A friend, a folly, a foe who stands no fools,

My bright and everlasting good morning sunshine.

A WOMAN I LOVE

She does not enter my world

And she is not a part of my life.

She is just a simple stupid girl

Who I took one day as my wife.

 

She is but a figment of my imagination

And our souls have never met.

She is the endless ocean of my desparation

And the magnitude of my debt.

 

She is just a wonderful vision I once saw

With eccentric, exciting, impossible eyes.

A woman, if not a girl i could completely adore

As a deserving sexual prize.

 

But she does not know my route

Or have any sense of my direction.

She is the passive prostitute,

Not offering any tenderness or affection.

 

True love is not something to be bought

Or barted for in heartless negotiation.

Forgive that she does not know that solitary thought

Which leads to our physical separation.

 

She is but a silent shadow

And a ghostly apparition in my life.

Who is she?  Who is SHE? I do not know.

The woman I love is not my wife.

 

And yet this is a woman I dearly love

With every element of my being.

But all of this, all of it, it is not enough

To compensate the feeling.

 

In her I have placed the greatest trust

That a man can render to another.

She is the unwelcome recipient of my lust

But sad though I say it, she is not my lover.

 

I have no idea now what time it is

Or if darkness will fade into day.

But the yearning for her kindest kiss

Will not go away.

 

This is my oasis,

The pain I must continue to suffer.

Such an existence as this,

Is there not another?

 

The moment it seems cannot be found

To bridge the great divide.

Two people are together by duty bound

But they are on the opposite side.

 

Tears now roll down my cheeks

Is a man allowed no shame to cry?

For days that are longer than calendar weeks,

I will love her till the day I die.

 

And if these words were never written,

Then she would never know,

So much is unknown, so much is hidden.

If it were not for the glow of the Moon Shadow.

THE RAPE OF A GOOD GENTLE MAN

THE RAPE OF A GOOD GENTLE MAN

Where once the clothes were worn,

The body is laid bare.

And where once the message was solemnly sworn,

There languishes deep despair.

 

The fundamental foundation of basic belief

Denies no man on earth.

And there is no reasonable relief

For unsustainable loss of self-worth.

 

Take a moment to look into my eyes

And tell me what you see.

Are you someone so sightless, so more wise

Than the gentle man before thee?

 

For all these gotten yester years,

The price has been expended.

Far beyond the fields of all my fears

And the mystical mist descended.

 

When once the voice was softly spoken,

The message was hardly heard.

When just once the unbreakable became broken,

Can say not a single word.

 

Conscience is summoned to perish the soul

For the sins not yet confessed.

Self-esteem, granted, relishes an ever greater role

For personal pride to repel the tempest.

 

Hopes of a honourable man are harboured

In this dry and darkened dock.

A world of dreams so brutally barbered

By the  timeless chimeless clock.

 

Who once was such a gentle man,

Has suffered the forlorn fickle fate.

He who once was a migrant to this distant land,

Has fallen victim to the weight/wait.

COMPLIMENTS OF THE POET

Look into your eyes,

Whisper in your ear.

Render that moment of surprise

When I say, I love you dear.

 

Hold your heavenly hand,

Blow you a kindly kiss.

Wave a magic wand,

Boldly make you  a promise.

 

Promise to be true,

Never deceive or lie.

Never unjustly challenge or argue

And never question why.

 

Give favour where favour is due

And never take back more.

Have the will to see things through

And find what you are looking for.

 

You are the living dream

And you are absolute.

So sensual, so special, so supreme.

So adorable and cuddly cute.

 

Those who have seen your majestic shape,

Are seduced by its temptation.

Poetry, alas, does merely drape

The fantasy of infinite consummation.

 

Compliments are rarely given

And never easily earned.

Love is often determined, always driven.

Life itself is both yearned and learned.

 

Let time stand still

To capture your smile

Because your persona can and will

Fill this world with great grace and guile.

 

Such praise is expressed

With feeling so sincere.

You are one truly blessed.

I love you dear.