Archive for April, 2010

Fruit

Posted on April 24, 2010. Filed under: Poetry | Tags: , , , , , , |

 

Like a fruit not yet ripened,
This heart is not yet ready to taste.

Let it grow.

It needs a little time to sweeten; perfect for picking.
It needs a few more moments to season.

In the sun, in the shelter, in the rain.

The core needs strengthening,
And be watchful the outside is free of scars.

Touch it; squeeze it to know when it is ready.
Pleasing to the eye, it will be.

Even better to the taste.

Among all the others, this one appeals to you.
It grows for you, with pride.
It blossoms in anticipation.

Flourishing in hunger of its destiny.

And when ready,
Pick it.
Taste it.

Delicious!

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Do a Portsmouth (Poetry In Motion)

Posted on April 12, 2010. Filed under: Articles | Tags: , , , , , , , |

Sunday 11th April 2010  Tottenham 0 – 2 Portsmouth

There’s a lot that we can learn from Portsmouth Football club 

I love football, probably just as much as the next person, but perhaps a little less than most.

Recently though, one particular team has caught my eye. Portsmouth Football club isn’t a club that I’ve ever really paid much attention to, but now I find that I am somehow drawn to them.

Why? Because for me, Portsmouth represent LIFE! And that beyond football.

I came to know of them well when I heard about their financial woes all over the news. Now this isn’t big news in terms of companies going bust and financial issues hitting most businesses. Not to mention the money problems faced by bigger clubs in the past such as Manchester City, Arsenal and Manchester United.

But this story seems a little more… I don’t know, sad.

I recently heard of a story of one of the Portsmouth players having to return to his parents’ home.

If you haven’t heard, there have been reports of the players not being paid for months (Portsmouth reportedly owe £65million), the club going into administration and having points deducted from their campaign as a result of this.

Now to the “working” world, this sort of action would be faced with the reaction of strikes. But watching Portsmouth play against premier league hitter, Tottenham was an example in loyalty if there ever was one.

There was something extremely poetic and gallant in the way Portsmouth played. With such determination and devotion – they had a fighters spirit about them. They were soldiers on that pitch!

I was greatly touched by it all, especially in light on their current circumstances.

And In spite of their monetary woes, administration matters and relegation, Portsmouth played like REAL champions.

And isn’t that what we need from real players?

Champions.

In life.

Whether on or off the pitch.

They won Sunday’s match, beating Tottenham 2 – 0. A victory well deserved in my opinion.

Regardless of the team you actually support, you couldn’t help but stand in salute of their amazing efforts.

Now, their problems are still very much present, but you never would have guessed the way they played.

So inspiring!

I often write about about it, but in adversity, when the world says “no way” or “you can’t possibly make a comeback” or “forget it, there’s no hope”, just “Do a Portsmouth” and show them that nothing can stop you when you just keep your eyes on the ball.

That’s one football lesson I definitely want my son to learn!

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When The Light Goes Out

Posted on April 7, 2010. Filed under: Poetry | Tags: , , , , , |

When the light goes out,
All is revealed.

Here in the dark, I see clearly enough.

I see the pain of the day and the thoughts that have plagued me.
I see the problems I could not solve and the dreams of that daylight.
I see the people I let in and those I missed.
I feel my heart slowly rest from the day’s loops and holes.

But, I am still not at peace.

When the light goes out,
All is revealed.

I think about how I used the time God gave me.
A time spent wishing, thinking but not feeling time?
Spent moaning and not appreciating time?
As it ebbed away from me I tried to reach for it.
But was I not concerned enough to use my time to take hold of time?

I can’t sleep for thinking about it

I sit up and to the corner of my eye, I see it.
A candle flicker.

This candle is my hope for tomorrow.
A renewed tomorrow.
It flickers brightly.

And now I am at peace.

And in prayer, I hope it never goes out.

And if it does…?

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Your Box

Posted on April 1, 2010. Filed under: Poetry | Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , |

I comply not with these rules that are set before me and that drives you mad!

Your understanding of me and mine is limited;
So your judgement holds no real merit!

Your ignorance to the beauty of freedom blinds your vision
And inevitably suffocates you.

You spit out rules and lines and “must-dos” and “No’s”
Though it is you who alone is bound by this system; this regime.

“The greats”, you say, “did it this way.”
I say, “Before them, there were none!”
And after me, there will be many.

Many different, weird and wonderful songs to sing!

Yes!

Many new and wonderful ways to tell a story, not just by way of your Book of Rules!!!

I thrive off the restricted energy those like you spit,
I refuse to communicate with dead spirits.

I feel not the comments and ills that flow through your soul.
Wanting, wishing only to remove those dark glasses that prevent you from seeing;
Really seeing!

Uniqueness isn’t studied,
Yet delivering it is class.

Because, of all the walls, blockades, bricks and stones put up against freedom to be,
Ignorance is the one that slowly kills the soul of those who harbour it!

So plump up those pillows and get comfortable,
Because it looks like you’ll be in your box for a while!

Dedicated to YOU!! Thanks for the advice WF

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