HE-MAN COWARDS

I feel anger for a man who thinks like this
That he gains respect with his iron fist
Who beats his wife over all or nothing
Forgets where he placed his wedding ring
His strength is there to forever defend her
And not for playing the big pretender
In public smiles and holding hands
In private blatant punches he lands
She tells the doctor she fell down stairs
“He didn’t hit me” she always swears
Now it’s her, that’s acting defender
To him she will always surrender
Through thick through thin or on the edge
He forgets that when he made his pledge
To have and to hold and forever cherish
Is different than “do what I say or perish”
He treats his wife with utter disgust
Uses her only to satisfy his selfish lust
Men like this are cowards, they live on the border
Between sanity and an acute brain disorder
If a real man confronted him and told him he was vile
This privately hard man would turn and run a mile
For his wife something fundamental is sadly amiss
She is always the only loser in a situation like this
This is not a mere drop in the ocean
As men like these are not out in the open
The poor women have so much more to lose
So they just shut up and take all the abuse
These monsters are aware of these facts
So they continue with their violent acts
I do not know the answer, but I know the score
Something has to be done must amend a law
These women must be protected and assured a future
Offered help, to escape this physical and mental torture

The Last Predator

The Eagle flies with crooked claw
Five hundred metres from the shore
Eyes scanning all around
Soaring high without a sound

The Tiger in its forest lair
Silently hiding, tasting the air
With all its inherited skills
It stalks and it silently kills

The Shark below in ocean blue
Searching for the isolated few
It uses its highly tuned senses
To catch quarry without defences

The Snake in its hide of grass
Waiting for Its prey to pass
With its swaying hypnotic dance
It leaves its prey with little chance

The Man with power of production
Builds bombs of great destruction
Leaving nothing in its quake
No Man no Eagle no Tiger no Shark no Snake

HOURGLASS FIGURE

You’re given an hourglass, sealed upon your birth
So few grains, through a predefined girth
Sealed in destiny, defining your time on this earth
Until you fall from your precarious perch

If this hourglass were a tangible thing
Would you allow the fat lady a stage sing
Would you try to count the grains therein
Knowing your fate and what it would bring

Identify and isolate that last grain of sand
Keep it secure in your sweating hand
Heat it, bruise it and make it expand
So it will not go through to the promised land

Our destiny is pre-planned to a higher design
We have no say, we can not decline
We can not condemn we can not malign
We must accept the passing of the sands of time
Ray Gorring 2009

POEM POEM

Poetry’s a medium for expressing your soul
Expressing your heart expressing your whole
Use words like brush strokes to release your mind
Put your pen to the paper and you will find
That a Thesaurus lays hidden inside your head
Don’t have the word find another instead
Everyone has a life, with a story to tell
Be it Past the Present the future as well
If you find that your words look strange
Play with them change them and rearrange
No person should judge you for what you write
But don’t be foolish and make sure that you are right
There’s a lot in our minds, should never be said
Bury them burn them make sure their dead
Choose a subject a topic a feeling a theme
An emotion an experience or something you’ve seen
Love, well there’s a good place to start
How does it go? Till death do us part
Poetry is ageless, classless, borderless, limitless
Fearless, restless, timeless but above all priceless
So if you think it and feel it, it has to be said
Your hunger for expression just has to be fed

MY MOTHER R.I.P.

The phone rang in the middle of the night
But phones don’t ring then, a feeling of fright
Is that Ray said the voice on the line
A quiet voice, a nice voice thought all was fine
This is the Hospital my heart missed a beat
Goose pimples appeared from my head to my feet
You had better come, please come right away
Worried now what more would she say
It’s a heart attack I’m afraid your Mother is dyeing
Before the phone disconnected I was crying
I should not have driven that starless night
I struggled for vision with tear filled sight
Entering the Hospital which way to the ward
Where is my Mother to a nurse I implored
I was warned at the entrance, It won’t be long
For the sake of my Mother I must appear strong
Tears had subsided, I still felt their embrace
But only concern should show on my face
She was sleeping as I approached her side
Wires, Tubes, bottles and a pulsating light
Is this my Mother have they made a mistake
Let it be true for both of our sake
But no it was my Mother I recognised her face
A fact a truth of which I could not erase
I wrapped my arms around her and I pressed her to my heart
She knew it was me and she woke up with a start
She looked into my pleading eyes a smile for me to see
I’m alright now you are here, I knew she’d wait for me
This moment was lost in the sound of alarms
As my Mother sweet Mother died in my arms
I realised then that we all must die
She was at peace and so was I
Mother Mother R.I.P.