Published Poems 4

Out There...

Poem First Published  “The Other Side Of The Mirror”  The International Society Of Poets  Summer 1996

We look out from the window
And we relish that panoramic view;
The window is our portal
To watch the future all anew.
Out there, there’s life abound
Tho’ much of it has gone to ground.

Out there, where life is in the treetops
Where life is in the mountainous spring;
And fertilisation of life is in, the raindrops
That fall incessantly afore the cuckoo sings,
That very life we hold dear, in our hand,
And agnostic to its praying in this, our given land!

But life is strong and so apparent,
We have to look and we’ll see;
Expand on new horizons, beyond comprehension
And know that life is rich beyond the lands and sea.
Oh believe me when I say, there’s something out there;
Beyond the confines of Earth and it’s restricting atmosphere...

...all of it, just beyond this life...out there!

©tcmoon 2011 (1996)

What Is A Daughter?

First Published  Hopes For The Future”  Poetry Now  July 1996

Our daughter can be helpful.
Our daughter can be kind.
Our daughter can be tolerant.
When thing’s ain’t right, she doesn’t mind.

Our daughter was created in love.
Our daughter loves us two.
Our daughter is very special to us.
I hope we are to her too!

Our daughter is now a young lady.
Our daughter had her birthday today.
Our daughter’s name is Lynsey.
And we love her in every way.

Lynsey is special to us both!
And Lynsey will make us very proud.
My only wish, on this, her day is,
She won’t play East 17 so loud!

Our daughter’s growing up.
And my little girls not so little anymore!
But she’s perfect and still my baby!
The girl I’ll always most adore!

So, what is a daughter?
She’s the one we love so much.
This daughter will grow up beautiful
And she’ll love us just as much!

©tcmoon 2011 (1995)


For Christ’s Sake!

Poem First Published   “State Of The Nation”   Poetry Now  July 1996

The apocalypse is coming,
It’s not so far away
So we are led to believe,
But Armageddon is here. Today!

A fear crawls in the minds of Man
And legend remains mysteriously clear;
The Second coming of Christ, they say,
He’s coming to restore peace here!

But still the fear instilled in Man
Becomes unbearable and lives are taken.
People commit suicide, they cannot cope nor wait
For Man’s sins to be God forsaken.

But fears are such in superstition,
We make ourselves peace and tranquility.
The time is growing ever closer, when, perhaps, we’ll see
All of God’s nobility and the rains will fall down;
And the blood from Christ’s crown
Will cleanse our souls of sinning;
He’ll stop the Devil, who is winning,
And the battle for the souls of Man
Will end, peace will transpose this, our land.

Stab! Stab! Stab! Let’s stab the bastards before Jesus comes!
Kill! Kill! Kill! Lets kill the bastards before Jesus comes!
Just look around you, at the world,
The atrocities that Man is responsible for;
In 2000 years, Man has really screwed it up!
Oh why didn’t we listen when He was here before?

For Christ’s sake!
Now
It’s too late!?

©tcmoon 2011 (1996)


Dear God

Poem First Published  “Poetic Letters”  Poetry Now  Aug  1996

Dear God, I felt I had to write to you today
Because there’s something I have to say;
I’m not so happy with the way of the world
And the insecure future of every boy and girl.
If within your supreme power and wisdom,
You can help all and not only some,
To you then, I’d be eternally grateful
Or is your appointment book already full?

Disgraceful is the word that I have to use
For effectual beginnings on life I would choose;
On African plains or Bosnian streets;
To sunny beaches or park bench sets.
Discrimination of a few is making life so hard
And starving babies; and crime increased;
and cities, made of card!
Can you not lend a hand, show us what to do.
Give something to those who regularly pray to you?

Lost is how I’m feeling, just as is my fellow man.
If you could see your way clear and help as only you can.
The possibilities are endless, for the sanctity of our souls,
Help us bond together and strive for all our goals.
I’m not a praying man myself, you will be all too aware,
But just because my views are different,
doesn’t mean that won’t care.
So lend us a hand, show us the right path to follow.
Fulfil our dreams. And hopes. Give our children a tomorrow.
Dear God, I know you’re listening, I know you hear my plea,
It’s not for myself you understand, but for, humanity!

So dear God, give us our rights, to live peaceably with nature,
Desist our simple idolatries and fill us with our rapture...
Show us all where we went wrong, help us to put it right;
Then with your guidance, your wisdom and
love, lead us to the light...

Yours sincerely, I don’t need to sign it. Do i?

©tcmoon 2011 (1996)


Grieve For Dunblane

Poem First Published  “Our Psychic World  Anchor Books  Aug  1996

I know not if these feelings are real
Or I am lost within my dreams,
When the pains of life become very clear
And my turmoiled brain is not what it seems.

Like an ache, begins the pain, woven and
interlaced.
I see children running, crying, screaming
As another bullet makes it’s mark,
I’m praying. I’m praying, I wish to hear the
angelic harp.

My Lord, O God, these are children, do you
not care?
They’re crying; they’re dying; mothers weeping; angels sighing;
Could I have known? Did I really know? Was it
a dream. Or not?
The configuration of the antichrist’s code
Made him kill for the devil who laughs, does he not?

His (Hamilton) soul is welcomed to the fray,
He takes his place, his soul secured with the
devil’s beasts at play;
But what of the children, my Lord, why suffer
the little children unto thee?
Canst ye not halt his evil we see, cleanse the
Earth of the devils bestiality
And save the souls of those who’ve suffered pain,
While we all cry and grieve. For Dunblane...

©tcmoon 2011 (1996)


For A Day...

Poem First Published  “The Poetic 100 Year Diary”   Poetry Now  Sept 1996

The technology of modern society
Has enabled me to say,
How thankful I am for medicine
That allows my father day after day.

Implemented at once, by Barnard,
The man of the ‘magic heart’,
Dissolves the devil’s resolutions
Not to keep my parents apart.

For a day, then a week
Stretched out to a long month,
Hospitalised incarceration
Kept him, my father, just out of touch.

The machines, oh monstrosities they were,
Tubes and wires and pills for all orifices;
Life saving equipment that granted this family
All of our prayers and wishes.

Oh but for modern technology,
Would I be semi-orphaned now?
But for continued research to a problem
And live is liveable, medicines will now allow.

In a hundred years or so, of medicine,
We’ve seen changes, much more than a few,
But I give thanks to whoever is in charge
‘specially Sarah Pennell and her motley crew.

Hear me when I say, the progress of the heart
Is enraptured by all those who witnessed;
Such pain as one prepares to depart,
Then, with the flick of a switch and a pill swallowed,
My father was given his life back
And happiness is ours through medicine and
As god will allow...

©tcmoon 2011 (1996)
 Go Green

Poem First Published  “A Paler Shade Of Green”  Poetry Now  Sept 1996

“Go green?” he said. “Go green? Go green with what?
Do you mean traffic lights telling you to go?
Or do you mean envy? Isn’t that just jealousy?
Pray do tell, this green you mean, is it grass to mow?”

No! Now, just shut up and listen will ya!
Go green, as Andrew puts it, means the ecology;
It’s all about recycling. And I don’t mean by bike,
I man recycling all our refuse, economy with energy...

For far too long now, Man has had it his own way,
Instead of living for a future he’s just lived
from day to day.
Apathy runs strong, runs deep,
We just don’t know how we should we keep
The Earth and Nature fit. And healthy,
Most of society prefers to be wealthy;
And then another child dies, is that a waste?
That life is in the bin! Man is not chaste
With filthy unfeeling habits
And populating like rabbits.
Man always makes something new,
Throws away that, which could have been re-used;
And what penalties do we see
‘cos they’re not like we can.
Christ! Why don’t they understand,
Armageddon’s coming, there’s gonna be some strife
And here we sit, wishing, nonchalantly,
killing life.

The land fill sites are fit to bust!
Mothers Nature and earth are feeling the worst.
Do something today! Do it for life and save;
This planet is our livelihood, she is not, our slave...

And so we wait, to see
If we are sealing, our own fate?

©tcmoon 2011 (1996)


Spring’s First Day

Poem First Published  “On Mather Nature’s Doorstep”   Anchor Books  Sept 1996

The great tenacity that bears me to write,
Tho’ a will of our own seldom lost;
As society breaks down, a smile all a ‘manner,
Leaves crumbling echoes persay into dust.

Say yet, foriegn entity, come forth how thou may
Leave none so imagined as I;
Fortitude, a semblance, ricocheted for the world,
Given thanks and praise be that all life will die.

I look out on storm’d fields awash,
Their poisons so liquefying; and true?
Grace favours the lord, for ye unto I,
Bears witness for society’s crew.
For ye not, O genteel soldier, ah Spring wilt thou see,
As Spring from Winter is torn.

Shout it high; Shout is low; Praise be she is here,
That bridleway of passions unleashed.
That Spring may be a picture, no more; no less;
And that Winter past is now, so deceased!

Hark! I hear the wildfowl and flowers bow their heads,
As Nature becomes and is, our Queen.
And shelter thee nay, from elements of fire,
She is beauty, whatever Winter showed is as seen.

So once again, that tenancy of truth brings bear for me to do
And the lighting of every evening, yey, the closing of day
Ferries none unsubjective to thee,
Save for me season, her reason, the Earth;

And Nature in
Springs first day...

©tcmoon 2011 (1996)