Day's of Summer.

The scented air of summers breath, the warming summer sun
The tree-top call from Nightingale says Spring is on the run

The cattle graze at snails pace the sheep are being shorn
The cat has found the perfect place lay flat-out on the lawn

The background air is filled with noise, a tune the insects play
The crickets dance their noisy tune as they go on their way

The shimmer of the warming fields play tricks upon the eyes
The land it seems to dance and leap towards the very skies

The summer yields her grace and beauty right throughout the day
The lazy brook now slowly warming, trout in shadows stay

The fields of corn bring colour's bright, the insects sweetest potion
The ripening oats and Barley sway like waves on deepest ocean

The summer show... the best on earth no tickets here to buy
The limit just your senses and a clear blue open sky

False Idol

What is wrong with us today? what ails the human race?
What lets religions make decisions that are common place?

From continent to continent the wars just rumble on
About whose friend all ills can mend, while praising him in song

Buildings rise from every corner, clothing's strictly worn,
Daily prayer, you must be there, or suffer deadly scorn

People tortured, flogged and beaten simply for "blaspheming"
A mockery to you and me of any God's true meaning.

We have lost the plot it seems, religion has such powers,
As highest priest dines on a feast and sits in Golden Towers

So here's a thought, a simple one, that slipped into my head,
Stop killing people under steeples, lets make friends instead.

Scuffed.

The school run beckons early morning

Kids begin the same routine

Police car sirens break the silence

Drugs bust mayhem, same old scene

 

Noisy neighbours Pit Bulls barking

Last nights chips strewn on the floor

Swearing loudly morning drinking

Giro drops through open door

 

Tesco van pulls in the driveway

Shopping on the state is here

Bags of crisps and frozen Pizza

Wine and Whisky six pack beer

 

Dad's still sleeping its mid morning

Last nights drinking hits him hard

Bills need paying "Final Warning"

Same old scene in this back yard

 

Have no moral's have no backbone

Never seen a day at work

Social worker rings on home phone

It's the school, son's gone berserk

 

Uproar midst the morning silence

Someone must be made to pay

Been brought up on life of violence

Nothing more that we can say.

 

Blame it lies on parents shoulders

Shouting out is so inane

The lad should look to those much older

He is not the one to blame. 

 

Someone reminded me today of a saying by Winston Churchill, "if someone is angry with you it means you stood up for something you believe in, thats to be commended" I think that has more bearing these days than at any other time in living memory. It would be great if we all stood up to those that would argue their way through an issue, very refreshing and perhaps something our own politicians could take on-board.

Thoughts.

I stay awake in empty darkness
Thinking thoughts that shape me so
A recompense of all the harshness
That my life has come to know

The sanctity of dreams and worry
Weigh me down and cloud my soul
The thoughts across my mind they scurry
Searching for that lifelong goal

Seldom as I lie there thinking
Would such actions ever find
Doomed as sure the ship thats sinking
Playing stories in my mind.

I have no answer to this haunting
Safe but sure I can survive
Though life itself alone is daunting
Thoughts will keep my dreams alive.

Let the darkness sooth your senses
Take such prescence by the hand
While building bridges not just fences
Drift off to my promised land.

Crown Of Thorns.

A breeze so fresh it cut me through
As darkness all around me grew

This strong and silent man in tears
Betrayed by angst of all his years

A suffering of epic heights
That saw such pain and endless fights

The crown of thorns my head adorned
Less selfless types had judged me warned

A cast of thousands i had met
A path for me so soundly set

To serve all others lest i mind
And give myself to all mankind

What life what chance had i begat?
My own self worth an upturned hat

No use am i no thoughts betray
Not for me to seize the day

Instead extremes of endless strife
A pawn to all who valued life.

Embrace life now and take your shot
Believe in you ..as I dared not.

The Comfort Of The Storm

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I sit inside a warm dry room
And peer outside at darkest gloom
The wind is howling blowing hard
The leaves all dancing round the yard

The rain just pours and falls at will
The wind exerts the fiercest chill
The willow's flowing branches twist

And dance a dance that can't be missed

For here inside my safety lies
As winter plays before my eyes
No ill I feel from natures wrath

As she selects her chosen path

The glowing fire as if alive

While wind and rain just duck and dive

The warmth of embers glowing bright

cascade around me hold me tight
  

To me this is my perfect storm

As if upon this moment born

Forgetting all that's in the past

A place of safety.. home at last.

I hope that some of the poems and general obs i place on hear will be of interest to those reading this, its a strange place to come and write or even talk to even though i am used to social media sites, i am personally hoping that it gets my writing and poetry out to a greater audience.  I think the words for describing mutterings in a blog would be "indulge me". Hopefully you will and if i give anyone some pleasure from reading any of this then surely its worth it !. From my own point of view i hope it stimulates my writing to a previous level that i really did enjoy.

Freedom always costs.

This one i wrote to mirror some of the troubled times we live amongst and perhaps serve as a warning to those that let guns do all their talking for them, hope you enjoy it.

Raise your daggers raise your guns,
Rant and rave near burst your lungs
Chant on highest mountain top
Seal the roads make traffic stop

Shoot to kill as you think right
Blast with bombs in deep of night
Spread all rumours in your favour
Win each battle stop and savour

Preach to all converted lands
Shoot unless they show their hands
Send the soldiers brave and true
To do the dirty work for you

All things equal in your world
As long as it's your flag unfurled
Make your mark as you see wise
Grow your empire in the skies

Just one thing before you go
Something that you need to know
If but one pen is left to write
You may just lose this fiercest fight

That pen the ranks of soldiers swells
Such written words of courage tells
Can turn a battle on it's head
And leave the Generals counting dead.

Here we go then..

I am a Shropshire born and bred man with the good fortune to have seen quite a bit of life all over the world, I have struggled with life in the fast lane at times found I was more at home sat amongst the beautiful scenery that carved my early years, that however has begun to change as I grow. I have an affiliation with the sheer beauty of all that nature puts before us and I feel we often miss that beauty by living life at the pace modern life dictates, but I can also embrace what the world has to offer.
Hopefully i can give you a glimpse into some of my writing styles and poetry ramblings, some of which i really love and some I needed to say quite simply because I was thinking about that subject at that particular time.

I am no-one special, just an ordinary working guy who likes to write about the things I think are important. I am always pleased when my work is commented on because praise is something that my family rarely bothered with, I have made a point of praising my own two wonderful children as often as I can find an excuse to do so. If I am a little uneasy with your wonderful comments you now know why. I thank you in advance.

So if you can stand the suspense and enjoy heartfelt poetry and conversation I welcome you, if you don't well I welcome you anyway and hope my writing brings you some comfort.

 Dave James.