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63 Poems Watchers of the MIND

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A Poem a day for one week from my new book

The 7th and last Poem

 

Cancer survivor

 

Uncertain about what was wrong

Procrastinating all along

On what I hear and read about

All the time just casting doubt

 

One doc says its all ok

Just take this, it’ll go away

I try his remedy and many more

But still there’s something wrong, it’s sore

 

A second opinion the only choice

The answer this time is not so nice

They say the bold word empathically

A jail term incurs, now I’m not free

 

Days before they operate

Self esteem just wasn’t great

The evening sun up on the parapet

Think some more, another cigarette

 

I have to make it for my children and wife

If only to allow them a better life

I cannot leave them where they are

My children will not go very far

 

But what if this is it, the end of the road

I’m going to rest in my final abode

No matter what there’s one thing for sure

I can only accept whatever it’ll will incur

 

I’m not going to worry my self to death

A conscience clear, has no need to fret

My body, my vehicle, may well break down

But my spirit in truth has no need to frown

 

My spirit rose and saved me

At the mercy of the big C

Turboed by my wife and children

And some friends and family

 

Find your reason to go on

Then believe with all you’ve got

That you will be there to see it through

But know it won’t change things, if your not.

 

Twelve years on I publish this poem

Through the grace of GOD my energy’s still flowing

I think it’s back with each ache and pain

But those kind of thoughts could drive me insane

 

All those aches I felt long before the cancer

They’re just normal, of that I am sure

I have no worries, each day is a gift

It’s my own duty to give my spirit a lift

 

A raised spirit holds so much strength

I held my faith without relent

With the angels above and by my side

No fear, anguish or anxieties to hide

 

A message for you who got the bad news

I’m either lucky or blessed to still stand in my shoes

I never gave up, I held faith in my heart

To my surprise I was given a new start.

63 Poems Watchers of the MIND

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A Poem a day for one week from my new book

The 6th Poem

 

Inner Child

 

The tree of knowledge both good and evil

Resides in the human mind

Authentic love, and true compassion

Lay in our heart so kind

 

While looking at the dark side

Beneath a beam of light

I found a frightened child wandering

In the midst of the night

 

Upon communications, with this frightened boy

I asked him lots of questions about being so coy

On observation of his actions he seemed willing to know

About this here life, where he was too frightened to go

 

He told me of his loneliness, and said he needed love

He was sent to express emotions through me, from Heaven above

Some things which he was saying, I could not understand

But he was saying something about, a single grain of sand

 

One grain of sand from all the beaches in this world

Is larger than the earth in the universe for sure

We consist of billions of particles to form one human race

Who won’t altogether, look GOD in His face

 

Division of cultures, no unification

The world is one place for your information

A global village; a splash in the oceans

A particle of greatness without our notions

 

We’re oblivious creatures, too blind to see

Through this illusion, lies reality

Step out of your mind and know its workings

For what goes on there end up as your things

 

I invited him to come with me, for experience of life

He spoke through me to people, including my kids, and wife

Sometimes I’d be blown away listening to the words he spoke

Or find myself laughing at some internal joke

 

We’re always together now, but mostly in this world

In the direction of my evolutionary goal, I am now being hurled

He said were destined to evolve, into our spiritual natures

The same path lies ahead of numerous other creatures

 

World Wars 1, and 2, were exacerbated by colonialism

Let everyone share the fruits and alleviate nepotism

Distribute the wealth and relieve poverty

Seek out your inner child and bring about some sanity.

63 Poems Watchers of the MIND

A Poem a day for one week from my new book

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The 5th Poem

Angel’s Whisper

 

She heard them say

Her dad was dying

He hadn’t long to live

 

She ran to his bedside

There was something

She had to give

 

She wrapped her arms

Around his neck

As a thousand times before

 

Only this time

It was different

It meant just so much more

 

She hugged him

Very tightly

With her tender little arms

 

She lifted up

His spirit

With her magic little charms

 

She whispered

In her daddy’s ear

Are you going to leave me?

 

A teardrop trickled

From her eye

Crying, ‘daddy don’t you need me?’

 

I thought that you

Would see me grow

Into a young lady

 

Her dad said,

‘Dry your tears

I’ll never leave my baby’

 

When he was left alone

In the solace

Of the night

 

Thinking over

In his mind

He knew he had a choice

 

A choice to give up

Lay down

Throw in the towel

 

Or live

Every last moment

That he was around

 

She made his choice

So easy

He set himself that goal

 

From this moment

Onwards

I’ll live ‘til that last toll

 

The doctors gave him

Months to live

Sometimes they get it wrong

 

That little angel whisper

Gave him the will

To carry on.

63 Poems Watchers of the MIND

A Poem a day for one week from my new book

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The 4th Poem

Sculptures
We are all but moulded from the earth’s clay
Sculptures of consciousness, here to play
My body a manifestation, will be gone one day
But the love that is me, is here to stay

We fall for the sculptures who walk with us
Who talk and care from their moulded dust
We fall in love and build up a trust
In the one we want no one to touch, that’s too much

We are all but moulded from the earth’s soil
But here where we reside, for a short while
We can never own another’s clay pile
But share in their passion, their love and their smile.

 

63 Poems Watchers of the MIND

A Poem a day for one week from my new book

3rd Poem

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The 3rd Poem

From pain to passion

 

It’s that pain in my heart again

Too sore for the strongest men

Too sad for my fountain pen

To capture in words

.

Tears surge from my chest

Relentless feeling gives no rest

It’s got to be the biggest test

Of all the different hurts

.

Emotional winter, the sharpest cold

A shrivelled spirit will unfold

The deepest truth it ever told

Only love can save you

.

A broken trust shows no repair

Even though we both still care

Paranoia everywhere

After all we’ve been through

.

In my passion my pain subsides

Somehow it overrides

Like the turning of the tides

Comforting my heart

.

My passion oozes from my pen

I know I’ll face that pain again

I’ll stay in now, until then

With the love I knew from the start.