God, We’re In Trouble

‘Creation, in it’s basic form,’

Said one god to the next,

‘Is making new things happen,

And leaving folk perplexed,

As to the rhyme and reason,

Why all this should be so,

When in all actuality,

They’ll never ever know’.

‘I disagree’ said the next god,

‘It’s more subtle than that,

When people start to notice,

It makes you look a prat,

You must instead endeavour,

To deflect the futures path,

Without anybody noticing,

While you sit back and laugh!’

‘Now come my boys,’ said Mother Earth,

‘I’ll be having none of this,

I put up with these humans,

And it frankly takes the piss.

They pillage all my riches,

And they hurt me to the core,

Anything you care to do,

Doesn’t matter any more’.

Two gods stared at Mother Earth,

As she began to blub,

Tears filling her oceans,

The gods went down the pub.

And in the pub the barkeep served,

Those gods stayed up all night,

Talking about creation,

As the Earth went out of sight.

Devotion

Death to all that challenge,
The master of the town!
Death to those poor substitutes,
Who try to take his crown!
They shall be disposed of,
By the master in his way,
Maybe slain late at night,
Or run through during day.
None shall take his glory,
None shall steal his pride,
Others may have tried before,
All those others died.
The master is the leader,
Of all that’s good and true,
He makes the sun shine yellow,
He makes the water blue.
The master is our saviour,
Without him we are lost,
We will protect our master,
No matter what the cost.
We will be the last to stand,
And face the evil hordes,
Repelling all invasion,
In the name of our great lord.
Chimeras may be evil,
Dragons may be large,
We’ll fight until we drop because,
The master is in charge.
If we all die and he might live,
We are bound to give our all,
Our lives for this great master?
It presents no choice at all.

The Shepherds Job

The shepherds day is long and hard,
But his night is even worse,
At times his lives complexity,
Seems like a whispered curse.
Sometimes he can't do anything,
And the lamb simply must die,
Another of the shepherds flock,
Consigned to the black sky.
But at other times he can assist,
And find the injured one,
Heal it's hurt, reveal once more,
The brightly shining sun.
The lamb is free to go again,
The shepherd moves away,
Watching his herd roam around,
Their happiness his day.

Feed Me

Devour, digest,

Absorb and retain,

Store for eternity,

Inside the brain,

Catching the words,

As they fly off the page,

Locking them inside,

A knowledge proof cage.

They cannot escape,

They're with you forever,

They can set you free,

But they're held by a tether.

This feeling is warming,

It glows like a fire,

You can open your mouth,

What comes out will inspire,

Some other to absorb,

Digest and devour,

To better themselves,

With the purest power.

Composed in 2010

Getting Started

I've been writing poetry since the age of 12, and regularly since I was 18. During this time many people have told me that my material is of a good standard and that I should really get my work published. And if someone approached me offering a lucrative deal to publish any of my writing, of course I would consider it. But the reality of the situation is that to become published you first need to become recognised, and in poetry circles that means a lot of investment in terms of both time and money, entering competitions and building up your profile.

If I was writing for money or adulation, then I would consider this. But I write mainly because it gives me pleasure. Every poem is like a little window back in time, that opens a memory of my circumstances and feelings at the time it was composed. They all make me smile in some way, whether the memories they evoke are sad, fond or just plain ridiculous.

So then, although the main reason I write is for myself, friends and family have always liked to read my words. Hence the idea of this blog. My aim is to post some of my work, either new or from my archives, at least once a week. I'll see how it goes!