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Joe Cole Apr 2015
Yes it happens
Even to the best of us
No subject
No ideas
The brain dead
An empty void
I don't know why it happens
Know not where the problem lies
I only know the gift has gone
Words lost in endless skies
I do my best for you my friends
But I'm just a human frail and weak
But still my friends I try to write
The words that keep you sweet
Joe Cole Apr 2015
Write not the words that rhyme
If that is not your way
But rather write the words
That have so much to say
A poem is but a story
Of loves long lost, love found
A poem is your speaking soul
A silent cacophony of sound
Poetry is from your heart
On subjects so diverse
Metaphors and cliches
Formed into stanzas and of verse
I don't mind about how you write
Of the subject in your mind
You are the sole creator
And your words cross space and time
Just write
  Apr 2015 Joe Cole
GracefulWords
The clamor of attention
The cry of the crowd
This is what she wanted
Her dream, her hope, her song

The only thing that felt 'right'
Was her future as a star
But now she's finally here
And realizing she was wrong
Joe Cole Apr 2015
Every year I try to fill my patch
With colors bright and bold
Wild flowers in abundance
The new mingling with the old
Some very fine seed I mix with sand
And just scatter on the earth
There they have to take their chance
Either germinate or death
Other seeds I treat with care
To give them every chance
To thrive and grow, give me a show
Of natures special wealth
Now my secret for success will now come very clear
It's all to do with toilet rolls and this then is the clue
Take the tube from the finished roll
Then cut the tube in two
Fill them full of compost and place them in a tray
A single seed, maybe two or three
Then are put in place
A little warmth and water
And soon green leaves will see the light of day
Now don't be hasty in what you do
You must give those plants a chance
Strong roots to form and lush green growth
Soon your garden to enhance
Now's the time to plant them out, get them in the ground
Just take that half of toilet tube
And dig a hole so neat and round
In the hold now place the plant
Still in its cardboard tube
Thus no root disturbance
And the tube will soon degrade
I thought I would share this gardening tip as this is the time of year when for many of us the garden calls. Just fancied doing it in poetic form
Joe Cole Apr 2015
Well yes I do carve walking sticks
Not two or three hours
But more like thirty or fourty
But then I saw the connection
Between my poetry and wood
Each takes me into another world
Of rhythm oh so good

Where I hear you ask
Can this connection be made
A poem and a walking stick
This man is surely mad

But think dear friends about a how
poem does evolve
You start with just a single word
Then watch the poem grow

I walk in the woodlands
I walk the forest ways
And I see things
That you might miss
In the coppiced hedgerow lays

And so with my trusty folding saw
A wooden stave lies in my hand
Perfectly straight or warped
Wood, oh wood so grand

And so just like poetry the plan
Then starts to form
With penknife and a wood rasp
A walking stick is formed

Sandpaper grades decreased
And long hours pass
Eventually that rough hewn stick
Attains the sheen of glass

Yes I carve sticks with rustic pride
Never do I miss what the cuts might hide
When I write it is with love
I can edit a poem
But not a walking stick
Joe Cole Apr 2015
I rise aloft above the springtime scene
Of ***** grey browns and softest greens
As from the twig new life is born
Of catkin,leaf and newborn fawn
And dotted here and there clusters of white
Mewling lambs born in the night
Busy birds encumbered by grass and twig
Eager to create a place to live
A nest so architecturally built
Lined with down so soft and sweet
And so the golden daffodil
A golden jewel in springtime sun
Her face a picture of delight
From dull green to gold in dark of night
This then is natures way
Gone now winters grey cold
Welcome springs warm days
Joe Cole Apr 2015
Aspects of love
Love, love changes everything
If I live or if I die
Yes love changes everything
Real love
Not passionate nights
Naked and entwined
More the goodnight kiss
The gentle touch
The joining of two minds
Yes love, love changes everything
The mutual joining of two souls
Yes love, love changes everything
And makes you mine
To forever hold
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