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Parental Love

(All you need to bring up a child)

For all the facts and figures
The books and the insights
There’s only one thing that you need
To bring your kids up right
And that is love in plenty
Love like you would have wished
Your own would have endowed on you
The sort of love that’s dished
Up with no price tag on it
No onward cost or bill
That’s free and unconditional
That says I’ll love you til
I have no breath left in me
That goes to the moon and then
Comes back; that’s never ceasing
And does it all again

A love that isn’t hidden
Disguised in any form
Not wearing bribes or sweeteners
That’s given as a norm
A love that doesn’t measure
In school grades or elsewhere
A love that’s off the scale; that sits
Unselfishly out there
For such love’s omnipresent
Comes from deep in the heart
Does not control; manipulate
And never falls apart
Providing across the lifespan
On good and on bad days
A love that always shine right through
The clouds called Agape

Parental Love

A picture from our archives but an all time old favourite.

The Mirage In The Mist

Can you hear them? Can you see them?
The people in his head
That persecute his every move
And haunt the road he treads

Illusions in neural pathways
Apparitions of his mind
The ignis fatuus that burns
So bright he swears you’re blind

Can you gain the insights he believes
He has much like a gift
Yet which evade your reckoning
In stark paradigm shifts

For though to him these things are real
In your reality
They’re figments of imaginings
That you and I can’t see

But does that support or uphold
Him on this path he leads
Abused by all who laugh and mock
As slowly his heart bleeds

And is it right we judge and scorn
This man whom God has made
Leaving him in his wilderness
Confused; alone; afraid?

For though his thoughts seem abstract and
Beyond perceptual grasp
Let’s more so offer compassion
Give him a hand to clasp

Let’s see the man behind the mask
The person who exists
And with cognisance burn away
The mirage in the mist

  

Mistakes

It’s really very easy
If you slip up have the grace
To say you’re really sorry
And say it to the face
Of the person you have upset
For the problems you have made
Without hiding behind a veil
Or building barricades

For no-one’s really perfect
Few have gone through life without
Causing distress by their mishaps
Or raising voice to shout
But though it may seem hardest
Just bite the bullet quick
And make amends; do the right thing
Stop getting on their wick!

Zentangle

They call it Zentangle
But in essence it’s more
Unwinding the mind
And the head to ensure
You can doddle your way
Through this mayhem of life
To relax, to chill out
To release any strife
As pen and ink harmonise
Together as one
Cross sketched pages of patterns
Till that stress is all gone
And your brain is placated
You feel more at ease
Altogether restored
Revived if you please
Expressed on a canvas
In a notepad; at will
With meditative charm as you
Sit and be still
And soak in the goodness
Through the eye of your pen
Untangling the tangle
To the power of Zen

  

Impetuous

Impetuous is my middle name
An impromptu affair
That loves the spur of the moment
Loving life with no care
Looking for fun and a challenge
With adventures to explore
Laughing when dancing in the rain
For the now is so much more

But will the now catch up with me
Will it cease to be a craze
Will it offer less as time goes by
Will it cease to then amaze
For now is great and that’s just fine
But maybe then is best
For isn’t looking forward great
And all part of life’s zest?

So impulsive may suit me fine
And living in the now
But maybe there is so much more
If only I allow
A little time to think and plan
To wait expectantly
For delayed gratification
To kick in instantly

Time

Judgement Day

The net is getting tighter
Like a noose around his neck
So soon he’ll have no place to hide
As no box will be unchecked
For when all’s done and all is said
The truth always come out
And when it does he’ll hang himself
Without a shade of doubt
Not by what he may well have done
But moreso where he’s failed
To do the right time; act fairly
Not covered up his trail
Of lies; deceit; abuse; neglect
Call it what you may
For at the time of reckoning
It will be his judgement day!

On The Tides of Ink

If I didn’t write, would you miss me at all?
Or am I merely letters on a page?
Words in the ether
Phrases; lyrics; verses
Call them what you may?
Am I simply these or am I meaning?
Music to your ears?
Poetry to the heart?
Tugging at the life strings
That join us together
Uniting us in universal concord
Resonating through the years
In stanzas of contemplation
Musings married in a scripts of thoughts
That wax and wane on the tides of ink

By Power_of_Words_by_Antonio_Litterio.jpg: Antonio Litterio derivative work: InverseHypercube (Power_of_Words_by_Antonio_Litterio.jpg) [CC BY-SA 3.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0)], via Wikimedia Commons

By Power_of_Words_by_Antonio_Litterio.jpg: Antonio Litterio derivative work: InverseHypercube (Power_of_Words_by_Antonio_Litterio.jpg) [CC BY-SA 3.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0)%5D, via Wikimedia Commons

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