Oh derelict so!

  Lily child

Lily child

If I could show you a squirrel

in the eyes of a little child,

or damp your hand with a frog

brush your cheek with a dog rose, wild.

I would so like to walk beside you

over a petalled carpet, barefoot

the sun and wind in our faces

where the grass has been freshly cut.

Iron in the soul will not soon be got out

a hardened heart not quickly soften,

healing for hurt comes slowly

to one who has been bruiséd often

Let me hold your hand

sit and talk a while

I will put my arms around you.

Lay your head on my shoulder, smile

If should tears run down your face

then cry your heart out love, just cry.

* 

The judge’s wife

*

Her eyes opened with the rising sun

she knew what day it was

the man she loved

must decide, gain or loss

for him, for her, for everyone

*

Truth was in the balance

justice his to serve

would he draw a line that was straight?

or would his quill make a curve

she had seen it all in a dream

*

If only her eyes had stayed shut

the blindfold could have remained

he might have erred in innocence

perhaps true liberty had gained

such luxury was not to be

*

Who can stop the thunder

from rolling across the skies?

when the lightening flashes

deep to deep replies.

Who can ease the pain of loved ones

when justice is denied?

or heal the broken hearted ones

when innocence has died? 

*

The restless of the night

in your darkest hour

were not enough to turn you

from your lust for power.

Will come a more distant morning

you will see in the eastern skies

the light of peace and justice

when love’s healing sun arise.

*

She had married ambition

position, status was everything

many a dulling year had passed

since her maiden heart would sing

what value now was truth to her?

*

How could the truth, so gentle,

loving kindness so soft

so sting her eyes with tears of regret

though she held her head aloft

nor her face any sorrow show.

*

Her escape and his were the people

let them have their way

who can withstand the bloodlust

their naked cries betray

let justice be blind for now .

* 

ECHOES

*

Echoes were there alright

to the one stood at the door,

joyous memories swept over him,

occasions that had gone before.

There sage had stood, aye and prophet too,

voices raised in excitement,

announcments of something new.

*

A child cries, shouts of laughter

even the hush of mourning hung,

settling like a shawl on his shoulders

standing there, where songs had been sung.

Well might he look around, he knew that place

where each person had sat, whose stories,

in echoes he could trace.

*

This was his family home,

generations had come and gone

infants held close in the arms of love.

The bride stood there, her groom waiting upon.

looking now, where the funeral gathering

wept bitter tears of sorrow,

for a loved one, at his passing.

*

Here had been pageants regal

calling forth the most solemn vows

yes the cry of treachery had rung

voices raised, anger on brows.

Stories were told here, poems read,

heart moving music, rising,

like incense, passion swayed.

*

Never could be mere echoes,

as he stood there at the door

tears of joy and sadness stung his eyes

one last glance then never more

for the time had passed, his family gone

the place now empty, he turned away

from the light that had once shone.

*

The returning

*

It had all begun with laughter

and silver cords which drew

such strivings there were made

what wrestlings ensue

*

Nature had asserted her rights

but might will fall before craft.

Quickly! you must flee

from ire’s icy draught.

*

Seek refuge in the valley

on the far side of the mountain.

Not in ease find respite,

by years of toil strike your bargain.

*

The promise pale will weary you,

her loveliness before your eyes

nor any early fulfilment see

love and longing, mingled sighs.

*

One, to show you, see! I’ve given

[let your vision be clear]

this, to tell you, now you will listen

[a song in the night you will hear]

one, to bring us together, our hearts joined as one

[for harmony and peace]

this, unceasing wonder, my thankyou overflow

[a joyful heart's release]

*

Here, is for discernment, I deserve a fair hearing

[let justice be established]

another, is contention, what I am striving for

[will the truth be published]

*

One, for fortune, I take in both hands

[yet still it overflows]

yet another, pure delight, happy for all to see

[in the night a candle glows]

this, my wages, the price of my hire

[satisfaction]

one, for my honour, my place is assured

[with sweetest benefaction]

*

This one will bring decision, we will decide what is right

[ the weak will be honoured]

*

Your deceit became your teacher

you were cheated by another

sweet longing and guile your companions

hard lessons from a brother

*

Oppression will come to an end

the trick was smooth and anger red.

Yet with sorrow was comfort

a measure of joy made your bed.

*

You learned the way of wealth

from the stern yoke that you bore,

the more that was taken away from you

was given you the more.

*

Where is found a place of such peace

though birds flock by feather 

swallow on the wing

seeking ever fairer weather

yet now midst chattering sparrows

will find herself a home.

No discernment I find here

yet when each their time is come

will build in peace and quietude.

*

In fleeing you came, by fleeing return

oppression and wrong will persue

caught between the brother you wronged

and the one who cheated you

*

But the army that surrounds you

is sent to ensure your life

you shall make peace with everyone

bringing an end to strife.

*

Time has turned you have turned too,

the cheat became a person of worth.

You came home a richer man and wiser

to the country of your birth.

*

Out of hard labour came sorrow, the wisdom to govern

[ The hope of peoples to come]

*

 DANNY BOY

I perused so many clips of this most beautiful of songs on Youtube before opting for this lovely by Nana Mouskouri

OH DERELICT SO!

Starlight shadow

mystic musing

whose windows vacant

loneliness oozing

*

substance minus

negative vacuum

cold and friendless

an empty cloakroom

*

thoughts unspoken

like plans untried

a jewel unadorned

like a jilted bride

*

oh derelict so

echoed sighing

forsaken and forlorn

unpeopled, dying.

*

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