Countries don’t care. Leaders just wish to keep their populations happy with their leadership. Even here in theory a Prim Minister could in theory stay in power for life if the people voted for then every election. In the US at least there are limits. Now we see how these leaders strip the plant in…
Category: Poetry
No Master
No Master Indeed this is the sweet life! my hand Is under no proud man’s command; There is no voice to break my rest Before a bird has left its nest; There is no man to change my mood, When I go nutting in the wood; No man to pluck my sleeve and say —…
Jeanne d’Arc
St. Joan Everything about you shone – First your eyes with fire – As voices spoke through your brain – Your blesséd saints shone around you Such a glory – Your sword gleamed and glinted – Your horse’s skin was like a shining mirror; Where all France could see The Maid of Domremy Riding…
Beggar to Beggar Cried
‘Time to put off the world and go somewhere And find my health again in the sea air,’ Beggar to beggar cried, being frenzy-struck, ‘And make my soul before my pate is bare.- ‘And get a comfortable wife and house To rid me of the devil in my shoes,’ Beggar to beggar cried, being frenzy-struck,…
Spellbound
Spellbound The night is darkening round me, The wild winds coldly blow; But a tyrant spell has bound me And I cannot, cannot go. The giant trees are bending Their bare boughs weighed with snow. And the storm is fast descending, And yet I cannot go. Clouds beyond clouds above me, Wastes beyond wastes below;…
Watching the Rain at Treknow
If you ever watch the rain Sweep across a great high plain Of damp green fields and bent-backward trees, Where seagulls’ wings are taut with breeze, And gusts of wind cut you in half Near a Cornish cow and her soft calf – Almost blown across a field – Where it seems impossible to build…
You Are My Oasis
You Are My Oasis You are my oasis The fertile spot In the desert of My life – From you and only you Words will flow like water From the underground-well – The spiritual oath Needed by poets Will always be sacred – You are my illustration – More than my ideal – My symbol…
Careless Love
I threw my heart to the wind – Catch it, catch it, I cried – The wind replied, replied – Your heart is mine, is mine – Torrents of rain fell down The skies became deep black; I called to the wind for my heart – Give it back, give it back. And the thunder…
From a friend
missing her mother: Epitaph by Merrit Malloy When I die Give what’s left of me away To children And old men that wait to die. And if you need to cry, Cry for your brother Walking the street beside you. And when you need me, Put your arms Around anyone And give them…
We are the Music Makers
There is a long poems of which most people who know it remember the first three stanzas. It is very beautiful and in its way reflects much of what I think of poetry: We are the music-makers, And we are the dreamers of dreams, Wandering by lone sea-breakers, And sitting by desolate streams. World-losers and world-forsakers, Upon whom the pale…