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

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 26^th 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

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 8^th 2007

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 2^nd 2013