Here I hope that you can learn something about peace from my poetry too.
I will be adding some chosen poems here from my blog, but in the meantime click on the links to go to my poetry blogs.
I also hope that you will send me your own poems so that I can add them to my guest poem section. Or if you know a poet, maybe send me some of your favourites that they have written.
Poems of peace. Love poems. Poems of the Warrior.
I’m wondering of the smile I see,
Could it be you, returned to me?
I’d loved you e’en before the bell,
Had rang and broke my daydream spell.
Throughout these years of nothingness,
Engraved on mind that yellow dress.
Your body tall and flowing grace,
An everlasting smile upon your face.
I’d viewed from afar, desire grew,
I wonder still, what if you knew.
Those boyish yearnings holding fast,
Until this present breath still last.
I wonder had the years been kind,
And if true love, you’d ever find.
For I sure wish I’d let you know,
Develop love and let it grow.
Your memory has become a ghost,
That haunts me in the daylight most.
I’d been too shy to give a clue,
But did my puppydog eyes tell you?
You were far beyond, my daydreams too,
As I watched other boys all flock to you.
But you were regal, a Princess fair,
With moondust sprinkled in your hair.
And here you sit across the room,
My memories flood me, as I swoon.
What can I do to recover ground?
I open mouth, but make no sound.
Immobilised in fear, the moments pass,
I cannot move a muscle, frozen fast.
But clearly now, you’ve seen me look,
And I am dangling on this tender hook.
Please, angel tell me of my fate,
The world stops now, as I have wait.
Then you turn, head for the coast,
And I am left with Brumbleys’ ghost.
This was our favourite spot
This lonely sea breeze, kept my soul alive darling.
I’d sat and whispered your name, no-one else heard.
Away in the distance the views we had once shared,
The turgid waters swollen and thrashing, building pressure.
In those days when we smiled, and told our own stories,
Your eyes were filled with a pure love for me, I remember.
Our children never knew, this was our secret place,
When only you and I, escaped the caring of them.
It was a great adventure we would both live often,
But travelled not far from home and our comfort zone.
You were my best friend, my wife, my only lover,
And I’d miss you constantly in the hours we were apart.
Then I would wait until these glorious moments would come,
Where we would know peace and lasting friendship.
Then you had gone, without saying a last goodbye,
I understand you had no choice, you’d lost a voice.
The music died with you, a ceasure of exquisite melody,
And yet I always heard your spirit coming to me here.
These twenty one years long I’d coped, though it was no joy.
Today was the last time the wind caught in my lonely eyes.
The very last view of the scene we had so loved Mary.
Wait, I’m coming home dear, reunited in peace and with you.
Dedicated to Oliver Collins Blake
I knew not the name of your angel, I guessed Mary. I pray that I guessed correctly.
Plaque on a bench, overlooking Felixstowe beaches.
Lord, I’ve been trying !
Slowly it subsides, the paranoia.
Do you hear what I’m saying ?
The human condition, no law.
Got my mind meditating on love.
This is life, doing it’s thing,
Check the feeling, check the meaning.
All the things that are drowning me,
We can find it with prayer.
All so very well, so very well.
For I’m stuck in a life,
Where nothing really ever changes.
But it can be found in pills,
Or we can buy it in bottles.
Until we get there, then…
I would have a breakdown,
If I had the time.
Is it a crime to walk, to die ?
I’m living a lie, all messed up.
Taking walks in the big sky,
Where everyone is telling me,
You’re living a lie, all messed up.
Lord, I really have tried,
So full of love, to walk dark,
And dusty tracks, full of love.
To paradise, I know when,
I’m losing control, the feelings roll.
Being fed by mountains,
Holding hands in crystal streams,
I am walking on to paradise.
I’m often being baffled by plans,
As my life becomes a wreckage.
It would be obvious if I counted,
Just how god was in the numbers.
But maybe I just don’t wanna know.
Like how I hate histories,
We, I, continue to make mistakes.
And I want to pass the blame,
But I don’t wanna know…..
Now I’m on a rock, spinning,
Violently, silently, with no security.
I know the infinity shown,
From the cosmic library, spinning.
Yet here I need you,
To help me from spinning on.
When time comes along,
And I begin to feel the sun.
The drugs do take it away,
And I become a man on a mission.
Causing trouble in a bubble,
Always getting wasted, time wasted.
My life wasted, bubble burst.
I can’t figure out, what I’m supposed to do.
If you don’t know me, I don’t know me too.
I’m always running away from time.
Too stressed ‘bout the trouble I’m in.
Lord, I’ve been trying,
Mostly, to keep from crying,
Always hoping, often denying,
And almost everyday, lying.
Captain, help me grow,
Let me feel alright,
When the blues are ending.
It sure feels as I’ve,
Been here before.
Waves flashing, storms lashing.
It feels good, my love.
Graceful leisure, gazing out,
Wishing for someone, living,
Someone dying, in natures law.
Lord, I am begging you,
Help me find all my peace,
Show me your law, natures law.
Oh lord, I’ve been trying,
So hard, to overcome fear.
To keep myself from crying,
For what joy in denying,
And how shameful the lying.
Tell me where I’ve been.
For life will go on, when,
I’ve been here before, alright !!
Richard Paul Ashcroft.
‘A lyrical genius, and a hero of mine’.