Joe Cole

Joe Cole Jul 2015

Forgiveness is the perfume from a flower
As you crush her underfoot
She knows you didn't mean it
Because she knows you never looked

A few hours ago she stood there
Her sweet perfume filled the air
In gay abandon she'd made her entrance
To reveal her presence there

Now she's battered bent and torn
But her memory still remains
As bright colours start to fade
Her perfume still fills the sunlit glade

Although she's long dead now and gone
She has also stayed alive
Because the seeds she hid inside
Are now scattered far and wide

Next spring she'll re appear
To delight the woodland bees
To stand in her full glory
For all the world to see

This is pretty much a complete re write of something I posted a long long time ago

Joe Cole Jul 2015

A Message From An Old Man

He sat in faded dungarees
Old slouch hat on balding head
Said "write the words for me boy
There's words that must be said"
I did my time and paid the price
For a drug filled violent youth
I thought I was the main man
And had a role to keep
You know what I mean
Anyway son I pulled a gun and shot him in the head
Then laughed at his crying wife and kids
As he took his last dying breath
I walked away without a second glance
After all he should have shown respect
Respect! Yeah I was the main man on the street

Anyway for thirty years I pondered what I'd done
Eventually came to realize
Only notoriety comes from the barrel of a gun
Inside I was nothing
All ill gained fame was gone
Now just a number wearing leg irons
Cutting weeds beneath the sun

Tell them for me boy
That it just ain't worth the cost
Write the words I tell you
Get the message out there
Before more young boys are lost

Not sure about this one

Joe Cole Jul 2015

When The Boys And Girls Come Home

When the boys and girls come home,
Flags and banners waving high
Shouting loud
"We did it for our country,
For world freedom we risked our lives"

No,  NO

On their faces writ the lie
Not for freedom God or country
Did  the young ones bleed and die
Yes banners held on high
But held in trembling hands
Those who left their dearest friends
Dead in foreign lands

NO

The bled and died because their countries
Could provide no decent work
I saw no  well paid or famous
Bleeding in the dirt

Bitter truth

Joe Cole Jul 2015

Soaring On Eagles Wings

I soar on eagles wings
Above mean grey city streets
Where the seething anthills of humanity
Not truly alive but do exhists
The stinking **** stained stairwells
Where the dealers ply their evil trade
Where life is held so cheaply
Who will see another day
You walk into the wrong street
And your life is on the line
You smell the rancid stink of corruption
In these the modern times

The thermals lift me higher
Carry me to the South
Below a verdant meadow
Where wild flowers abound
Picnics taking place
'Neath the spreading boughs
Of the stately chestnut tree
And gentle dappled light
Down there in a chrystal stream
Children laugh and play
No drugs or air pollution
To Mar such a beautiful day

Jul 2015

ThePoet

• Breached •

I spent
my life
designing a
border,
between myself
and the
world of
disorder
But the
border was
breached by
a world
so sick,
with hearts
of stone
and minds
of brick

©

Joe Cole Jul 2015

Felines From Hell

Black as the darkest night
Green eyes gleaming
They prowl the city streets
With death on their minds
The wild hunter instinct
Once more in command

The softest most lovable cats still never lose the instinct to hunt and ****