To O.A.B (nee N)

Is it Valentine’s day there too?
My sweet first love I think of you
And wish thee well for thou art fair
A joy for me beyond all cares.

X

CJHB V-Day 14th Feb 2007

Small Things

The value of all small things
is in the space between seconds
or the crossing of a black road
wet with rain and separation
a half smoked cigarette in a glass
the bitter taste of coffee
and the plaintive voice of a singer
crying for the loss of love
upon a star soaked stage amassed
the full life of song is realised.

Contemplation on a one eyed stone

the stone watches always in silence
for good need not speak when others wail
but merely act in faith and truth
till the noise of bad hearts fail

On The Shortness of Days

though tiresius he was blind
and sisyphus lost his mind
captain hook was merely kidding
and robin hood was simply willing
a good rock would gather moss
were it not for the lack of time.

On The Modern World (a continuing poem)

That i have been blessed to live now
in an age of computers and phones
and exacting electronic communication
can only make me wonder and moan
at the loss of our old world of pleasure
in which death walked the streets filled with pride
and plague was the word on all lips
and alcoholics were press-ganged to ships
where not one single person was texting
and the oceans were the colour of wine.