Cast upon a Christian shore

Living on the margins – existing

Dreaming of a better life – persisting

Reaching out for freedom – groping

Adrift on open waters – hoping.

Washed upon a foreign shore – confused

Dazed, dizzy, destitute – bemused

Children’s pleading tearful eyes – implore

Politicians, pinstriped suits – ignore.

Familiar now upon our plasma screens

Are we so immune to sights obscene

maybe we could do a little more

For all those cast upon a Christian shore.

J. Poet 7 ( )


Locked inside that puzzled brain

Feeling on the verge – insane

Fearful of the world outside

Confusion reigns nowhere to hide.

Imagination locked in cycles

Swirling – ever decreasing circles

Walls cave in begin to crush

Reaching out no hand to touch.

Creaking, on the verge of tears

Surrounded by those inner fears

There is no future in the night

Just one step a glimpse of light.

J. Poet 7 ( )

For I have found a sweetheart;

( sometimes we forget how lucky
we are )

A smile to brighten up my day
A kiss to send me on my way
A tenderness so full of charm
An open heart – can do no harm.
Someone on whom I can depend
A lover but what’s more a friend
For years I lived a single life
I’m proud that you became my wife 💋.

J. Poet 7 ( )

Love is stirring everywhere:

Listen to the wind as it whispers through the trees
A Zephyr from the Gods putting you at ease.
Open up your soul to nature’s sounds serene
A gift so full of treasure to welcome whilst unseen.
Maybe that’s our problem we search for earthly pleasure
While all this time it’s been there
Something we cannot touch or measure.
Take time if just a moment – sense the calmness in the air
Hear birdsong in the distance
Love is stirring everywhere.

J. Poet 7 ( )

Ease that tension deep inside.

We all seek freedom in our lives
Peace of mind for this we strive.
From the day that we were born
People prodding like a thorn.

Too often tend to complicate
Work ourselves into a state.
Take time out to contemplate
Clear your mind, concentrate.

Ease those doubts within your brain
Think of rainbows in the rain
Long deep breath, eyes open wide
Ease that tension deep inside.

J. Poet 7 ( )

Silence often covers pain.

In the brain lightning flashes
Images of ego clashes
Solitude to corners drawn
From shelter surly shadows spawn.

Crowded pavements strangely silent
Crashing on your crisis island
Pounding pain of poverty
Painting portraits powerfully.

Craving kindness common ground
Friendship now a distant sound
Searching reaching to regain
A foothold into life again.

J. Poet7 ( )

Too scared to dance.

Wake up think how lucky you are
There are those who don’t get this far
Be positive do not complain
You’re still a part of life’s refrain.

In the mirror big broad smile
Trust yourself walk with style
Strive to make a better day
Mould a memory from the clay.

You may not get a second chance
On the dance floor too scared to dance
Nobody watching but yourself
Break loose, burst forth get off that shelf.

J. Poet 7 ( )

Like balm to the soul.

His mind melted into happiness.
Heart beating in peaceful harmony.

Forgotten now, sadness, sorrow
Looking to a bright tomorrow.

Where shadows turn to curtains drawn.
A new day born bring forth the dawn.

J. Poet 7 ( )

Richard rabbit of Rhydale

Richard rabbit of Rhydale

Richard rabbit rushed. He had heard how Howard hedgehog had hurried hopefully across a concrete compound encountering enormous engines succinctly suspended skywards. Nostrils twitching. Nauseous gasses gushing gasping grasping.
Henrietta hare had heard Richard reciting recently rhymes relating to Rhydale.

“green grasses grow by furrowed fields
friendly farmers formed friendships with common creatures
Children chased cautiously through thistle covered hills
While daisies danced with daffodils.”

Wallace worm wriggled, wound. Wearily, wondered why there was no sky. The earth was dry. He had to die.
Gertie goat grazing greedily on ever decreasing grasses, ghostly gaunt.
Bones buried in barren burrows portrayed previous portals once positioned perfectly by farmer Fred’s carrot patch. Blue birds bathed in baths sprinkled with sparkling sunlight. Hedgehogs haunting hedgerows. A momentary memory.

J. Poet7 ( )