The Week Day Fool

The Fool, Jester of the pack,

If you love him he will love you back,

On a new journey on the paths of life,

New beginnings with hope and faith,

Open minded let the universe decide,

Not a care in the world with a curious mind...

11:11:11

The land fell silent on the 11th hour,

A day in the past,

Grey clouds gracefully passed overhead,

Lest we Forget the fallen ones,

On the 11th day,

A poppy displayed on a breast,

Standing in silence as the bells tolled,

With a stirring breeze to shake the soul,

Emotions shown,

A sound of a bugler,

The Last Post called,

Echoing over War Graves,

A memory to us all......

An Eye's View

The window of the mind was open,

Processing the visual information presented,

Open minded to deciphering,

Colours, movement, actions, reactions light and darkness,

The eyes see actions the mind dictates actions,

Individual character with empathy and compassion controls restraint....

Mushroom

When you are being like treated like a mushroom,

Kept in the dark,

Fed manure,

True colours can show,

Red is for danger,

A warning sign,

Rain Walking

Why are you walking in the rain little one?

So no one sees you crying?

Why are you in so much pain?

Can you not find the words to explain?

Do you think nobody will understand?

Why are you so lost?

Is it because of betrayal of trust by the one you

loved?

Little one listen to me,

If you loved one so, they chose to let you go and

you are hurting so then your love was real,

If you feel this pain never love them again,

To break a trust of a love so true never provide a

bridge to connect to you,

If the grass was greener on the other side then

that is where they must reside,

So walk in the rain until the sun returns,

Learn to live again,

For one day love will return to you,

For someone will see the beauty in you,

When tears stop to drop,

River beds will show,

Tear stained scars will heal where rivers use to

flow fed from your eyes where they were shed,

Poppy Heads

When the colour has gone,

The red has shed,

A pod is all that is left,

A remembrance of a symbol for a soul,

The memory that has been left,

A sacrifice made for you,

On a land where the larks will sing,

From dawn to dusk,

Haunting sound of the Last Post,

Sounded in memory to honour you. 

Icarus

Sometimes you have to face danger to be free,

To reach heights of ecstasy,

Flying like a bird in the sky,

Looking down on the landscape from a high,

To migrate far and wide,