Category: Twitter Poems

Heard the rip of tyres
Joined the highway choir
Down the road somewhere
No promised destination
Just side roads and fascinations
This road knows no fear

And the lost child now will never lead them.
The place is empty where they would have stood
and Nuremberg in silence won’t condemn;
the waft of gas hangs in the neighbourhood.

Unloved, unwanted, without a name
will we yet mourn the child who never came?

…as rays of sun slowly stroke the still earth.
So many thousands now lie dead
not one of them thought of any worth;
their death like blood upon our head.

Love and compassion, these quiet, small voices,
are lost in the damning lust for killing
and in that moment that comes with such choices
sometimes I hear the child singing…

pen to paper
word to mouth
speak your heart
or be deafened
by your own silence

I’m walking on the shore,
picking my way over rock,
dodging the wash of waves,
when my eyes are drawn to a small yacht
bobbing on its mooring,
anxious, it seems, to run
before the retreating tide.

Oh ocean washing at my blistered feet
I know deep in this frozen heart
I shall never leave this stone cold shore
to sail my restless dreams
that shall be restless dreams
until I dream no more.

Oh ocean rolling from here to eternity
sailing with the greatest of ease,
I’m walking close by your side
I hear your voice, I see your eyes
and I feel your arms open so wide.

The song is a fire
that rakes my heart,
the water wells in my eyes
as I tremble before the moment
and all the moments
that have ever been sung
but will never be sung again.

Yeah I’m dangling by a thread of faith
It was taught me long ago
I stood upon its foundation
So sure of what I didn’t know
But a whisper caught between the stones
Assures me I am not alone