Silver and Gold

Silver and gold

The signs of power,

In times gone by.

Now the atom rules,

Numbers of bombs.

Love between men,

Non-existent, Oh!

Why have we forsaken

Our roots, our origins,

Our Creator?

Oh! Jesus move,

Send your peace,

Destroy the bombs,

Destroy the evil that rule.

Love come back.

Easter 1989, St, Nazaire, France

-Richard

Love

In a drunken disco hall

A boy sees a girl

Holds her hand, takes her home

Into bed, spending the night.

Is this love?

   

March 1989, Bradford, England

-Richard

A Poem to St. Valentine (and?)

You are the light

Which lights up the gloomiest day,

The glow of your smile,

The sparkling of your eyes

Sends joy to my inward soul.

Your voice is sweet music,

Which plays on my heart

And creeps down my spine.

The dreams of you are so sweet,

Your beautiful face,

That sweet voice,

And glowing smile

My love I’ll give all to you,

But my nature does not allow

To tell how I fell

Oh …… I love you so.

Be not just my Valentine,

But, us forever two together.

9^th February 1998, Bradford, England.

-Richard

John 3:16

The strain of music on my soul

Weeping, mourning for the loss,

Screeching, screaming day by day

Like a poor dissonant tune

Forlorn in love

Depressed with life

Feelings as volatile as T.N.T.

Turned to the pleasures life could offer.

Life fell apart,

Destitute, poor, fallen.

Evil ruled my life,

I was his slave

Bound by his soul encasing chains.

Suddenly, the bonds were broken,

The lock was opened,

As the light appeared to me.

Jesus saved me, evil banished,

Satan once again defeated,

Life again defeated,

Life again made sense

Shunned in earthly love,

But, loved by the greatest love,

The love that gave His Son,

The love that gives Eternal Life.

Lord Jesus I love You…..

January 1988,   Bradford, England.

-Richard

I've decided it's about time that I wrote my poems up into an electronic document.   As I do it will post them on here.   Why I started to try and write is still a mystery in a many ways.  I didn't really read, and certainly not poetry unless it was to do with sports.   I mean as a Chemist why should I have?   Or, at least that's what I thought at the time.   I do know that it was an Organic Chemistry lecture where I was bored, but, listening to the Professor, Goodman, wax lyrically on Natural Product Synthesis that I first got the idea.  So, here they go.  I don't claim to be good, or even close to it, but, it is a way that to express thoughts over the years.   So back to January 1988, the Organic Chemistry department of the University of Bradford we go.

The Day of Victory is Coming

The dark, black thunderous clouds

Gathered like demons waiting to pounce on an unwitting soul.

In this darkness a light tries to glow,

Extinguished by man’s own satanic dreams,

Hell’s terror remains the reward,

Under the rule of the fallen Lucifer.

His grin is hideous, his devils celebrate,

As soul after soul falls to his clawing hand,

Hearts ripped out, souls captured,

Living in eternal devastation.

Up in Heaven The Creator mourns

The loss of soul upon soul

His Son sacrificed once,

The enemy defeated in battle before

Comes down to earth in great Glory.

Darkness blown away

Life in eternal happiness.

The Devil?

Cast away, bound in chains, with him go

All those who worship him,

And evil is forever banished,

Never to sway life from their loving Creator

God and Son and Holy Spirit living in one happy Trinity

Worshiped, loved and glorified

Life at last is as planned

Happy, loving and perfectly pure.

January, 1988 - Bradford, England.

-Richard

On CNN last week when Piers Morgan was interviewing Rick Santorum a comments was made.  Santorum said, in relation to his religion, that he Worships on Sunday and practices his religion the rest of the week.  Surely it should be the opposite way around?  Romans 12 states that we should "be living sacrifices", or , paraphrasing, every day should lived as a constant act of worship.  A very challenging, and in some ways impossible concept. Therefore we practice our "religion" whilst going to Church on Sundays and live our lives and everything we do as our Worship.  I guess this explains so many un-Christlike attitudes and comments we see and hear.

-Richard

Two Brothers

Two brothers
On a different course
One in the Old World
The other starting an adventure,
With a rapidly approaching
Landmark ahead.

The Statue of Liberty
Torch held high,
Warm and welcoming,
To those with hopes and dreams
For a new life shining,
Just like that torch
Raised to the sky.

Back in the Old World
Life continued as before,
In a monotonous
Regularity struggling
To earn a living, but,
Secure in tradition and
Democracy.

Across the ocean,
The optimism was waning
As work was hard to gain.
No food to eat
Or, a place to sleep
Pan handling waiting
And praying.

The brother back home,
No change
Working hard,
The economy bad,
Hanging in there.
Surviving.

The dream is close,
As a good job is found
Wall Streets promise
Now seems real
Working hard,
Security is close
To a new home of his own.

Sickness hits.
Both sides of the World.
One brother is in on a list,
The other is rejected,
Insurance declined.
Cost out of control
Job gone
Dream shattered.

A couple of months later
In the shadow
Of a gleaming hospital
It is too late
As life ebbs away.
The other in an old ward,
Gains strength and health,
Soon back to work
Living in The old World.

He mourns his kin
Who left him for good.
The choice for gold
Taking all away
As bank accounts grew
He withered away.

Jan 29th 2012, The Woodlands, TX

-Richard