John Rice's Blog (8)

Once great forests filled the land Fingers of towering, spruce, fir and pine Stretched high, eager to receive heaven’s light And when bright spring was new born Mountain sides burst forth In abundant, myriad coloured blooms Vast meadows were planted everywhere For all who cared to view Filled with grass and berry bush That well past knee high grew Teeming with abundant, dainty life Almost too small for naked eye to see Our world was once upon a time A place that was forever green An Eden’s… Continue

I’m a beggar In the canyons of time A soldier without a fortune A dreamer who never dreams I’m a singer of songs A poet in my own mind A poet in my own time When the clock ticks Far past my knowing I wonder if I am being Perhaps I am no more Than small blink An even smaller wink In someone’s imagination I’m a clown without a throne A king without a queen of my own A sailor on a ship without sails A captain without a crew Minute hands hold my fate As the second hand inches away The day bre… Continue

Dappled shadows of leaves From flowering crab apple trees Ruffled by the summer wind Dance on red and grey Well worn cobblestones A street troubadour plays for pennies On an old broken down guitar He sings of lost love and heartbreak To all who pass him by The weight of the new day Did grow heavy upon me The weight of the world Is a burden in my mind The smiles of those that I meet On the busy city street Bring a brightness to my soul And I listen to life around me The streets are awash w… Continue

I looked, into the looking glass of war. And looking back at me through the misty eyes of time, the demented, decimated faces of the dead. Old soldiers, who surrendered their last breath, on bloody battle fields, so many years before. I looked through the looking glass of war, into distant fields of green. Into the eyes of the young. Young soldiers waiting, waiting for the call. Do they think? Do they dream? Dream of some distant glory? Do they believe, that a bullet could ever wear the… Continue

There are no knights in shining armour To chase the dragons from the sky No noble men to sit upon a throne All that’s ever been good and holy Has turned to black powder smoke And been scattered by the blowing of the wind Candlelight can no longer pierce the darkness Like it was always meant to do And beckon the last weary soldier home It doesn’t really matter anyway Because all he’d find when he got there Are bloody fields, filled with the dead and dying The waking sun hides his face Among… Continue

<<i>b>Rainbows, roses And sweet penny dreams A world full of wonders Where both of us have been We danced in the starlight We played in the soft summer rain I would give all that I have To be there with you once again But all I have left Are black and white pictures And memories that are fading away In my dreams I still see Old silent movies Of those happy, long ago days The rain on the window Brings back distant memories And for a moment it seems That I’m back to the time When w… Continue

I have written a poem that I believe everyone should read not just woman and girls who are or were in an abusive relationship. Please pass this poem along to as many people as you can. Perhaps your local paper will print these poems or your local radio station will read them over the air. All I ask is that my blog is mentioned. there is pain and sadness there are tears of fear and sorrow in eyes of wondrous beauty dark bruises lie heavy upon her from hammering fists from kicking, booted feet… Continue

In Selma Alabama a brave woman took a stand A young black preacher took our white hand And led us to the Promised Land He preached that equality and justice belong to everyone No matter the colour of their skin It’s time to sing the songs that our fathers sang It’s time to sing the songs our fathers sang Let there be an end to war and tyranny Set all of the political prisoners free Let love be the only word that’s heard Let freedom be more than just another word Let the strings of all your b… Continue