Views in Verse on reflection

RIPPLES

I came to the woodland
In search of answers
To face some grating issues in my life
The setting, so pure,
In every shape and form
The grass untouched by trouble, stress or strife
There I lay
In sync with the insect drumming
The birdsong soothing there beside the lazy watercourse
Eventually, I moved to the edge
With a view to reflection
Mirrored from the depths of nature’s source
As I searched the ripples
The image came free…
What I could glean there …‘solemnly’ looking back was …me?
These days, taciturn, I reflect knowing that
Reality is too often constrained by
What we, obliquely, permit ourselves to see

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Views in Verse on 'the black underbelly'

Views in Verse on 'the black underbelly'

Dark side of the Dawning

Each stranger looks right through you 
Your life-blood is in their hands
Alleys take on a glancing view
A foreboding no-go land
At my window a chill now grabs me
Some things you can't understand
(Why don't you...?)

Hold on tight, it'll be alright
Not long before the morning
Then you come softly to me on the
Dark side of the Dawning

Some stray light flashes about my door
Noisy thrashing out in the hall
Moonlight peeps back into the room
To be vexed by a raven's call
Sometimes sleep comes hard to me ...
It's only a paper-thin wall
So...

Hold on tight, it'll be alright
Not long before it's morning
With you here sleeping at my side on the
Dark side of the Dawning

Sirens wailing out of control
With their pained droning pitch
While a hooded man in plain view
Deals below getting rich
As drunks curse their maker loud
From the dark end of the street...
There are things the 'righteous spirit'
Just can't beat, let's...

Hold on tight, it'll be alright
Not long till it is morning
With you here dreaming at my side on the
Dark side of the Dawning

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Views in Verse on Success

A road to wherever…

What is the road to success?
Does ambition mean ‘the corner office’?
Or, perhaps to ‘work in a refugee camp’?
Commercial leaders, it is said, ‘live-life alone’.
Is ambition measured by ‘climbing the ladder’?
Or will taking-care of others be the prime role?
Is a pre-determined ‘path to success’ the answer…?
Or ‘getting the most out of life’ the main goal?

Some people aspire to little (it may seem)…
Just to be left to their own worldly devices
While passion for some can be so overwhelming
They simply ‘trust intuition’ then ‘go’.
Whatever the answer it involves some questions
About what one considers to be …‘right’?
A life grounded in some belief in social justice or
Should the tiger care-less about the sheep in the fight?

Life is often considered a journey
A passage from A to Z
Yet, really it is iterative, a circle,
Our actions clear enough to us in our heads.
So, in time, we alone will judge our success
Of that one can’t deny;
While our ‘road to wherever’ begins early
Something we’ll reconcile often ...before we die.

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Views in Verse on faith, finality & foregiveness

Faith, Finality & Forgiveness

Politician, lost at the sphincter of life
Fighting hard to pass on through;
The laird’s answer a simple but firm denial.
Corrupted by life itself
Stilted fate, rusted gate
And values surely broken....

A beggar spoke: "I’ve suffered long
While traveling here
In search of someone who's kind."
"The search for it alas
Has cost me my faith,
Despairing too in my place and time".

A preacher now lurched between the two
Seeking loose alignment...
"My friends, once I had a key but I'm sorry I maligned it."
"Help me now to find a way...
Compass lost, my breast is crossed
Prayer alone can help me find it".

The politician searched his pockets deep
T'was nothing there he offered,
The moment full sweaty with indignity.
The beggar in turn growled
Such the clang of the moment terse;
Suppliant words uttered in contrition
...irreverently.
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Views in Verse on Responsibility

Views in Verse on Responsibility

JUSTIFIABLE CARELESSNESS

Is there anything quite as vulnerable
As the last child crossing the road?
Society comes as a triumph to all, less one,
The dispossessed wander off alone.
Is ‘justice for all’ just a pipe-dream?
Dark chasm, maybe a lie?
Is there anything more uncaring,
Threatening, contrived
Than the wink in a politician’s eye?

Do we need to callously use
Fear as a weapon …?
A peep behind a veil
May only expose a tear.
Is there a path beyond detention…?
Is there love for the gay we hold?
Can we assume that people
Simply make it on their own?
Are we protecting due rights of the old?

Does the media care at all for justice?
Or is indifference the palette they choose?
Feigned reality always has it's own killing field
Is truth the real victim of our news?
When we choose our leaders
Do we search at all for integrity?
A key ingredient …down the road
The alpha wolf always leads from the rear
Never leaving the weak exposed.

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