Sunday, January 27, 2013


Happiness

Feelings of being as one, being loved, at peace – happiness
is locked within and can only leave the nest
by one’s own hand, by the hands of you and me.

Another may only be a key,
by which we, set our feelings, our selves free
to know the joys of happiness and glee

B.  J. “A” 2
January 27th, 2013

Saturday, January 26, 2013


A way of life

In the world of man, men’s duplicity.
In the world of man, men’s complicity.
In the world of man, men’s felicity.
There – the soul of man – is a mystery ?

B. J. “A” 2
January 26th 2013

Wednesday, January 16, 2013


Words
are
Like Birds
 
They fly out of clear blue skies,
out of thick gray smother,
out of black thunderclouds,
out of serine, colourful sunsets.
 
 Words may be like Majestic, Eagles,
swift and elusive as Humming Birds,
enlightening and silent as wise old Owls,
or as irresponsible as the Cuckoo Bird.
 
 Words may be like god’s, Sparrows,
keen as the Hawk,
permeating as the Woodpecker,
or as elegant as Swans.
 
 Words may be as eloquent as many a Song Bird,
or as  beautiful as Peacocks,
they may be like the Flamenco,
or  scavengers, like Vultures.
 
 Words may ascend to great heights , or stoop so low.
Words soar into one’s world, upon veiled wings,
leaving their messages to be deciphered
by the discerning ear, the subconscious mind.
 
 Words are dissipated by the winds that carry them aloft.
But seldom has their flight been lofty !!
Words, and one’s word, seldom carries any weight,
for deception seems to be word’s ever lasting fate.
 

B. J. “A” 2
January 16th, 2013

Sunday, January 13, 2013


Last Great Adventure
 
The road had mysteriously beckoned.
One more great adventure I reckoned.
Alone ?, maybe ?, - this fair haired Lady –
would she be my companion ?, just maybe
she will join me – this autumn green
eyed beauty – in my dreams I’ve seen.

Journeys End

 
I’ve come back to a lesser place than before.
My Princess no longer – closeness no more.
As the plane arrived – she seemed to close the door
on the beauty we shared – from shore to shore.
I wonder ?, where she will take us, what place ?,
what plane ?, will be my fate – what will I face ?,
as empty days, photos, memories become all that is left.

 
B. J. “A” 2
September 8th 2007

Wednesday, January 2, 2013


Another beginning ???
  
 Home ( where the heart lies ? ) – again – to reside within ?,
that solitary place, where only I may live, lose or win ?
Two thousand and twelve has out lived it’s usefulness.
For many, it has left them in quite a mess !
 
 What will two thousand and thirteen bring ?
Will our spirits roar, our souls soar, our hearts sing ?,
or will political arrows fly, unfulfilled promises sting,
will it all come down?, our essence wrapped in a sling ?
  
 Tomorrow, the future is promised to know one.
When all is said and when all is done,
all that is left to us, is the here and now
and with it, we best know how
  
 to make it through the day,
hopefully, the fairy man, we will not have to pay,
 for at least a while longer, so we may stay
and hopefully ( dream on ) make a little hay,
 
 as we – in the days of old – used to say.
As the years keep rolling on,
one finds that youth has gone
and you know that you are getting old
when there is no birth,
only of deaths are you told.
Seldom of mirth
doth one know, just the cold
cruel winds of growing old.
 
 We have been shown
one’s claim, to us it has become unknown
so, like that stone calendar,
that came to us from afar,
what is written in stone
is but some mans interpretation
of what was to happen with every nation.
 
 We have begun a new year !
I wonder how many more will live in fear
of losing all that they hold so dear ?
 
 B. J. “A” 2
January 2nd 2013