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470 · Feb 2015
I Want Mine To Be The Daily
Joe Cole Feb 2015
Really!!!!
Do I?
Well actually no,
Because I don't care
You see I post here for my enjoyment
And hopefully for yours
Yes, I got the daily
TWICE in ten weeks and yes
It did make me feel good
But that's not why I write
I love to write
Plain and simple
I love playing with words
Sometimes it works
Sometimes it fails
And with that I don't have a problem
Write for me yes
But mostly write yourself
Write for a love of words
468 · May 2015
A Simple Recipe
Joe Cole May 2015
Take a slice of life and add a little love
For the little touch of sweetness that we need
Add two spoons of understanding
The flavor to enhance
And if your so enclined add a touch of sweet romance
Stir in a little modesty,
It goes so very far
Add some fondest memories
That are kept inside a jar
Now just a tiny pinch of mischief
But please be careful here
The mischief adds a kick of spice
And helps to make the meal
Now cook slowly in a beating heart
And a miracle occurs
If we all followed this simple recipe
We could have the perfect world
468 · Jan 2016
The Children Of The Fathers
Joe Cole Jan 2016
Purely hypothetical

You spend hours manufacturing the perfect phrase
Sometimes hours, sometimes days
To gain recognition for your works of art???

But all of you still have much to learn
(Although I'm not the best teacher)
I say to you try not to hard
Because eventually you will be heard
But we the old who hold the flag
That you in time will hold
We, we your fathers won't criticise
For though growing old
We might prompt and guide
Your young pens are the future
Ours the old drying ink
Hopefully the guiding words of hope
You now write for us my children
While we now write for love
When I set my "write for me challenge we achieved six dailies)

But, now write for you, not for the fathers
Joe Cole Sep 2014
Look don't keep coming to me about increasing crime
Lack of social welfare
Problems about immigration and lack
of housing

I have enough problems of my own.
What kind of car will I buy next year?
Where are the best universities for my kids?
(I had to get my PA to research that)
What holiday will 20,000 dollars buy me?
How many new outfits can my wife get for
5,000 dollars for the holiday?

For ***** sake with the problems I have and you expect me to sort out yours, get a life, I'm only a politician
468 · May 2014
RIP Dear Sister
Joe Cole May 2014
She went into hospital yesterday I got the bad news today
My dear sister Jackie this lunch time passed away

All her working life in a hospital doing good for all
But now shes gone to that other place as all of us must do

RIP Jackie 1951-2014
466 · Dec 2015
Youth Versus Experience
Joe Cole Dec 2015
An old bull and a young bull are should in a field
In a field across the hedge are a herd of shapely young cows
The young bull says
"Look at the backsides on those girls, let's charge over smash down the hedge and do a couple of them"
The wise old boy shakes his head and says
" No son, we'll amble across slowly, push down the hedge and do the lot"
Sometimes experience over youth is the best way to go
Joe Cole Oct 2015
I wander in the mists of time
'Mid the spectral ghosts of poets now long gone
Shakespeare, Tennyson, Keats
But now Ernesto walks among them
Bones, now turned to dust
Skeletal remains so few
But written words survive
Bodies crumble, wither, and soon so little remains
But the written word is never lost
And so the memories remain
I would like to thank my friend Wolf for letting us know that a great talent has left us. He wrote for himself with honesty, he wrote for us with hope in his heart
Joe Cole Aug 2015
Mangled flesh and shattered bone
The remains of what was once a man
I knew not where he came from, never knew his name
Once a fit young soldier
Now just mangled raw remains
Does it really matter?
Just another families shattered dreams
Another family berieved
Casualty of war, just a name upon a page
Will the generals care about just another grave
Well we gathered up the pieces
About ten pounds of raw red meat
Put sand inside the casket
To help make up the weight
They'll tell you your son died a hero's death
As all our young men do
In truth his limbs were trembling
As the mine he stepped on blew
Oh yes he died for glory on that fateful day
In truth he died for nothing
Just another name on another wooden cross
463 · Apr 2016
Wandering
Joe Cole Apr 2016
I wander the hills and valleys
In the wet and in the fine
Searching for answers to unasked questions
Answers I know I'll never find
We all have unanswered questions
463 · Aug 2015
les Miserables (Act 1a)
Joe Cole Aug 2015
Do You Hear The People Sing

Do you hear the people sing?
Singing a song of angry men?
It is the music of the people
Who will not be slaves again
When the beating of your heart
Echos the beating of the drums
There is a life about to start
When tomorrow comes

*The opening verse from the greatest song from Les Mis, a song so full of emotion and passion that it can make the hairs on your arms stand up or bring a tear to your eye. If you've never heard it then find it on YouTube
Joe Cole Mar 2016
Went walking in the high woods this morning
A light dusting of overnight snow glinting in the sunlight
Like a million perfect diamonds
Over to my right dense forest with barely a track seen
I will save that place for later in the year when
For a few days and nights it will become my refuge
I love such places, clean fresh air and a cold breeze blowing
Very few other people here , to early for them
Such a perfect setting to start the day
462 · Dec 2013
Do You Believe
Joe Cole Dec 2013
Do you believe in magic and the world of make believe?
Of dragons who spout gold dust instead of fire when they sneeze
Of little folk with soft green hats with long grey beards and such
Well you should believe in all those things because by magic you are touched
That tinkling noise in dead of night that has no earthly cause
That is the magic in the air and that magic is all yours
Believe in witches, black cats, cauldrons on fires bright
Believe in knights of ancient times in armour gleaming white
Think about the moon dust making diamonds in the sky
Think about the magic surrounding you and I
Joe Cole Mar 2014
What is the best description of you?
I've lost the words to describe
What is the best way to thank you?
I've lost the right words to use

What is the best description of me?
You say you've lost the words to describe
What is the best way to thank me?
You say you've lost the right words to use

What is the best description of me?
You will re find the words to describe
What is the best way to thank me?
Well just use the words in your heart

Rina and Joe
462 · Apr 2015
Courts Challenge
Joe Cole Apr 2015
Burning bridges
Kellys hero's
Says so much
About the indecision of the young
And the chances failed to clutch
We all have burned those bridges at sometime in our lives
And then looked back with deep regret
As we struggle to survive
Burning bridges
462 · May 2014
Just Wondering
Joe Cole May 2014
You know I was just wondering what might have been
If I had been born a her and not a me
Would I have been beautiful hmm no chance of that
I would probably grown up fat
Very broad across the *** with stretch marks and a sagging tum
38 double D across the top, no way could I cope with that
So I guess I'm glad I was born as me cos I couldn't have coped with being she
Man I've got to be crazy
Joe Cole Aug 2014
Just to let you know I'm back from my holiday. Unfortunately I had no internet connection and very little in the way of phone connection so it's going to take me a few days to catch up

Joe
Oh and nearly caught up in a high speed smash on the motorway this morning
460 · Jul 2014
oh So Peaceful
Joe Cole Jul 2014
Just sitting in my garden
The humidity of the day washed away by a gentle breeze
Over to my right the stand of oaks
Silhouetted against the darkening evening sky
Very little noise, just the muted sounds of televisions and music
Just occasionally I run my fingers through
Lemon balm, mint and thyme
Freeing their beautiful fragrance into the night air
A few feet away my chiminea glows
The dancing flames and wood smoke almost hypnotic
I could be sat glued to the tv but then I would miss all this
Miss what?
The peace, the quiet, the tranquillity
My garden, my oasis of calm...
Joe Cole Dec 2013
Old bent and broken like some cast off shoe
WHY?
After all, I served my country and paid all my dues
I never asked to get tired and old, it wasnt my fault
Now all I have left is this torn threadbare suit
Until it gets dark I'll just wander the streets
If I'm lucky find a doorway, get a few hours sleep
Food!!! Well at my age a little's enough
Some discarded chips, a dry stale crust
I served my country well, saw comrades die
Now I wish I'd died with them, beside them to lie
My only crime was to grow weary and old
Who's going to mourn for me as my body grows cold

Nobody because no body cares

WHY?
459 · Jul 2015
Stormy Weather (re post)
Joe Cole Jul 2015
For four days now we've run before the bitter storm
Timbers cracked and broken, sails rent and torn

Hold fast boys, hold fast for a mighty wave is bearing down
And if you're swept across the rail then you must surely drown

I should try to wear the ship, get her head into the wind
But if I do my bonny lads we might end up twenty fathoms down

Helmsman stand here close by me, I'll lash you to the wheel
I can't afford to lose you lad for I need your arms of steel

Lads I'll do my best to bring you safely home
But we stand into terrible danger and yet may come to harm

My crew are tired, weary, lashed by wind and rain
They bravely fight the raging storm, bearing all their pain

Then comes a mighty shout. "See there a patch of blue"
Storm clouds like curtains opened and the sun came into view

Gather round me now my lads and give thanks to him above
For through your strength and through his guidance I can return you to those you love
I enjoyed writing this one and still get a great deal of pleasure every time I read it
457 · Jul 2015
Afghanistan
Joe Cole Jul 2015
After the guns fell silent
After the wounds have healed

(The opening words from a song)

The wounds in their flesh heal
But the wounds in their minds
Remain for eternity

Why do they do it? Answer the call
Whenever their countries have need
It's not politicians who answer the call
It not politicians who bleed
No, it's the boys and girls from their countries so fair
Who die in the name of liberty
Eight thousand miles away from home
To keep another country free
Afghanistan
457 · Oct 2014
Quote
Joe Cole Oct 2014
He who plays his own trumpet the loudest
Usually can't play more than three notes
Now who does this apply to?
455 · May 2014
Trust
Joe Cole May 2014
When you stumble on the cliffs of life, cruel seas rage below
Just reach out and take my hand, I wont let you fall

When you lose the path, danger on every side
Just reach out and take my hand, I will be your guide

When your lost and alone in the darkness,  can see no end in sight
Just reach out and take my hand, I'll be your guiding light
454 · Mar 2014
No...I don't believe
Joe Cole Mar 2014
No... I don't believe in God....(Gods)
Hypocracy, I attend church, Friday prayers!!!
That makes me better than you
do you really believe that?
The bible, the quran, books that speak of love and peace,
of humility.
But still the atrocities go on
in the name of the various religions.
Oh dear I'm now offending some of you
but I'm not going to apologise.
Take a long hard look at yourselves
are you the one who called that person a vicious animal
when he/she murdered that child?
What an insult to animals. Animals dont ******.
More people have died in the name of our various religions
than for any other reason.
Yeah, lets go to our churches, mosques and temples,
lets listen to the hypocritical preaching of love and peace
THEN go home and **** the neighbours because they
dont believe in your religion.
Oh dear, who is this terrible man with his blasphemous writing?
I hope my god strikes him down and sends him to hell.
Well that's ok because hell cant be any worse
than than the hell that man has caused
In the name of religion
Controversial perha5ps but it's how I feel

Hmmmm no comments
454 · Mar 2014
Forget the city stench
Joe Cole Mar 2014
Get away from it all and step into the wild
Feel fresh rain against you skin
Linger here awhile
Find a cool and shady place where you can lay your head
Beneath a canopy of stars
Gleaming like diamonds overhead
Forget the stress of daily life, let nature have her way
Wake, refreshed, renewed to greet the brand new day
Forget the unforgiving city steets,
Leave your mobile phone behind
Forget the stress of daily life
For a short while, leave it all behind
454 · Jul 2015
Some You Lose, Then You Win
Joe Cole Jul 2015
I tossed the dice
And lost
He drew an ace
I drew a three
He jumped the stream
I fell in
But then I won
The greatest prize of all
I won your heart
452 · Aug 2024
Just Words
Joe Cole Aug 2024
I can't write the words like some of you can do
I can only write the words that in my mind come into view
I can't write words of devotion or never ending love
The inspiration for my words comes from somewhere up above
Yes words about the sea and the gently rolling hills
These are words I know and sometimes get to use
Words can be things of beauty but sometimes cruel and harsh
Some words can tell of sadness while others make you laugh
Some words of fellow poets here cover every point of view
My words are plain and simple but I share my words with you
452 · May 2014
Storm
Joe Cole May 2014
For four  days now we've run before the bitter raging storm
timbers cracked and broken,  sails  rent and torn

Hold fast my boys hold fast for a mighty wave is bearing down
and if your swept across the rail you will surely drown

I should try to wear the ship, get her head into the wind but if
I do my bonny lads we might end up twenty fathoms down

Helmsman stand here close by me, I will lash you to the wheel,
I can't afford to lose you lad for I need your arms of steel

Lads  I will do my best to bring you safely home but we stand
into terrible danger and still yet may come to harm

My crew are tired,  weary, lashed by wind and rain, but still
they bravely fight the raging storm bearing all their pain

Then comes a mighty shout,  see there a patch of blue,  the storm
clouds liks curtains open and the sun comes into view

Gather round me now my lads and give thanks to him above for
through your courage and his guidance I can return you to
those you love.
Joe Cole Jul 2014
Yes, I could write a thousand words
Every comma, colon and exclamation mark in place
Spend a month with a dictionary,  long winded fancy words
Wow, what a work of litary art

But

After the first twenty lines that make no sense
Twenty lines of fancy words and boredom
You would just stop reading

And so

I just keep it easy to read
Simply simple poetry

Ten lines of simplicity
Can speak volumes
Very little in the way of editing
Very little in the way of punctuation
(Cos I aint that good)
Joe Cole Mar 2014
Well I guess I can be both because I'm the one
who chose to send our boys girls out there
to fight that war

Some one had to go it wasn't me, I stay at home
and ponder over my next words and lies
to feed the gullible minds out there

So your destitute and broke, well for me thats just a joke,
its not my fault that your kids will starve
Ive more important things to than to worry over you
I have to go and by anothef expensive car

Oh sorry I forgot it was me who hatched the plot to starve you
and send the kids to war

Do you think that I lose sleep about their torn and shattered
flesh? Or of the shattered minds that come back home
Needs editing so will have to go to my laptop
450 · Nov 2018
Mollie
Joe Cole Nov 2018
She walked with me in the high wood
And down cold wet forest pathsl
Slept with me in my sleeping bag
Was my constant companion through  the good times and the bad
Yes she could be a grumpy cow with lots  of teeth on show
But just three short hours ago it was her time to go
And so my Mollie Dog left me
For the place where good dogs go
R.I.P my Mollie Dog
450 · Oct 2015
Hiding Inside My Dreams
Joe Cole Oct 2015
As many of you know from my past poetry
I often retreat into the wild
It used to be with the Mollie Dog but no more
Sat there by the camp fire seeing stories in the flames
And stories in the stars
Beautiful stories that turned into beautiful dreams
No sadness, no inhumanity
Why
Because no radio, no TV. My only contact with the outside world
My mobile phone
I do still have my music
The birds, the breeze, the animals
You know in such places I'm content,
In such places I can hide inside my dreams
Because in such places I only have pleasant dreams
Joe Cole Jan 2015
I, who faced death on so many occasions
Like so many contributers here did
I, who dealt out death in equal measure
Like so many contributers here did
Can still weep for the sadness in this world
But there are no tears left to fall
Each day a new atrocity
Each day the innocent die
Each day I want to weep
But there are no tears left to fall.
446 · Aug 2014
Walking In The Rain
Joe Cole Aug 2014
Crazy maybe, OK definitely
But earlier today I went walking in the rain.
Heavy rain
Just shorts, tee-shirt and sandals
Mollie was happy, she still went into the river
For her daily swim
I wanted to get wet
To feel clean and fresh
All my problems washed away by the rain
Maybe for a few hours anyway
I have always loved the rain
The giver of life
Its almost as though my life was being renewed
Refreshed
Why don't you try a walk in the rain
Joe Cole Jan 2015
I had to go into town yesterday
Not something I enjoy doing
Anyway I decided to sit in the mall
With a coffee and study people
Instead of seeing happy laughing faces
For the most part I saw
Doubt
Sadness
And so I tried to visualize
What was going through their minds

The old couple sitting a few yards away
The old man thinking
Will I have another new year with my wife
Will she be spending next year sad and alone

Over there a couple of fresh faced young men
In their fresh clean army clothes
Laughing and joking as young men do
But what are they really thinking
Have I made a big mistake
With all the killing going on
I might not be around next year

The sad faced forty something woman
Shopping bag in hand
Why so sad
In her head the thought
I had to give the kids the best Christmas ever
Last year
But I hit the plastic too hard
So much debt now that I don't know how
I'm going to make end meet
Jimmies birthday next month
Poor little lads not going to get much

Oh dear, that weepy eyed girl
Dripping tears into her coffee
Black mascara tears
Smeared across her cheeks
Yep she's pregnant and her boyfriend
Of three months has kicked her into touch
People watching
444 · Jun 2014
I Write For Fun
Joe Cole Jun 2014
Yes I write for fun be it good or bad
but I seek not the vanity of every single add
ok occasionally I'll pul a poem from the pile
And add it to a collection only if it is worthwhile
Yes according to the rules vanity its called
To add everything you write to every collection called
So interpretation of collection well for me a message clear
if I write of love add to a collection very dear
I see writers here who are very very very good
but please dont add regardles of collections writ for good
You write the words of brilliant prose, others cant compete
but why add a thousanc times the daily poem you do seek
Please, let others be the judge,  let others cast their vote
Lets start to be more sensible,  lets no longer gloat
Self addition is becoming an addiction on this site
Joe Cole Jan 2015
The words in a torrent flowed
Enthusiasm then unbound
But as the poem grew
The torrent slowed
The words could not be found

Advice she sought from one old man
To guide her on the way
Keep it simple keep it short
Was what that old man did say

When a pup is born it is the norm
To stagger on wobbly legs
Made of rubber no control
Over multi jointed pegs

But given time the muscles grow
And develop more control
And as the weeks and months progress
The pup becomes a whole

And so it is with our kids on here
You must learn to walk before you run
Then in the fullness of time
The greater works will come
Just a quick scribble
442 · Jan 2015
True Love
Joe Cole Jan 2015
Marge and George had been married for 50 years
They made a pact
Who ever went first would come back
And tell the other what heaven was like
Came the day George was called
With his dying breath he told Marge
That he would keep the pact

A few months later Marge heard a voice calling her name
George she answered is it really you
Tell we what life's like on the other side

Well he said we wake up early and have *** several times
before breakfast
After breakfast its more *** then a sleep before lunch
After lunch its fun and games and more *** before supper
Once suppers over its more *** before bedtime

Oh George then surely you must be an angel in heaven
No he said, after I died I ended up as

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A rabbit in Central Park
441 · May 2013
A Voice From The Past
Joe Cole May 2013
A Voice From The past

Nineteen years old, why did I die?
I gave up my life so you could be free
Out of the trench, over the top
Keep marching forward
Don’t think to stop
Into dante's inferno of shot and of shell
Men start to die in that corner of hell
Mother dear mother a pitiful cry
I don’t want to be here
I don’t want to die
Only ten yards have been crossed
And the dead lie in rows
More names to be carved
On memorial stones
The machine guns can’t miss us
The range is so short
The reality of modern war
This is not a sport
I continue on into that shot riven hell
A test of my courage a test of my will
A sharp burning pain, its over for me
Another name on the stone
Now just a distant memory
Along with my friends I have given my life
To give you a life
A life that is free
440 · Jun 2015
Honestly, Its True
Joe Cole Jun 2015
The world's greatest scientists have confirmed that the
World will end tomorrow
We and the world will in an instant
Become trillions of scattered atoms

World leaders have called for an emergency meeting
To be held early next month
To try to find ways to avert this catastrophic event
437 · Aug 2015
Nightmare
Joe Cole Aug 2015
The sweat ran in rivulets from my body beset by dreams
Of devastation and horror invading my my mind
Body parts floating in pools of jellied blood
Kids as young as ten now high on drink and drugs
Why then did we give our lives
To make the world a better place
Why then the blood we shed for you
Is good blood gone to waste
You know, we bled for you, suffered, died
To give you a better place
But you laugh in scorn and hurl abuse
Kick dust into our face

We suffered, we died to give you democracy
Our bodies rot in foreign lands
To give you freedoms speech
But you hurl our dying in the faces
Of those who died for you
Oh you, the drug fueled simpletons
Who don't even try to acknowledge
What we gave up for you
For your tomorrow
We gave up our today
435 · Jul 2014
Flickering Flames
Joe Cole Jul 2014
I sit here reading stories in the flickering dancing flames
Stories of fairies,  dragons,  magic and days of old
But also stories of happiness,  sadness, of long lost loves
In the flames I see my long lost love, the dreams that I once had
I want to write the words but I know not where to start
The flickering flames tell me we couldn't live together but we just cant live apart
The thoughts of what I had, I need is just another crack in my heart
In the flames I see the truth of what you meant to me
But I saw my dreams go up in smoke,  it was never meant to be
434 · Sep 2014
Storm Clouds Rising
Joe Cole Sep 2014
The air, sultry, full of menace
Thunder heads forming over the distant hills
The animals, birds silent. Gone to places known only to them
They know what's coming
A rabbit a bird they can sense such things
Soon nature is going to reveal her pent up power
Unleash red electric blue bolts to rip the sky asunder
Then, then the very air will reverberate to the crushing sound of thunder
Dogs will cringe and humans wince then at natures electric orchestra
At music they do not comprehend
Some will pray to unknown Gods believing now their lives will end
Comes now the first drops of what will become
A deluge of icy rain
For some that is a blessing as it falls on barren plains
Now the power of nature for all to see
So powerfully revealed
Yes, some may die but many will be healed
Thus is the balance of nature
The weak and old must die
Life is like the ocean and
The ebb and flow of tide
A storm has been building for some hours now and the thunder heads are forming over the southern hills. Between me and it the rip stop nylon of my tent
433 · Aug 2015
Imagination
Joe Cole Aug 2015
I sit there in my garden
And watch the clouds up there
I see fairy story castles
And dragons flying there
It's all imagination
Just images in my mind
But this is my time to sit, think, write
Of the images I see
Next time you look at moving clouds
Imagine what you see
Then just let the pen take over
And write those moving images for me
Wow, now there's a challenge, just write about what you see in the ever moving, ever changing clouds
432 · Apr 2015
Gardening Lesson
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
431 · Dec 2014
Christmas day1914
Joe Cole Dec 2014
That was the day the killing stopped
Beneath a wintery sun
The British stormed over the top
But also did the ***
But the only weapons carried then
Cigarettes and chocolate bars
For there was a common bond
Between those men who fought so hard
No language barrier then
Between the men, the men of opposing sides
Cap badges swapped and cigarettes
In memory of those who died
Silent Night sung in German
English Jingle bells
For a few hours death forgotten
In that small corner of hell
A scared and battered football
Soon was carried forth
Opposing teams were chosen
The Germans kicked off from the North
This was Christmas 1914
Enemies all but still just boys
Now playing the game all nations played
The game that brought such joy
All to soon the game was over as the sun sank in the sky
Tomorrow the guns again would speak
And more young men would die
The spontaneous truce Christmas day 1914
431 · Mar 2014
I Cry
Joe Cole Mar 2014
Yes I cry for this sad ******* land.
I cry because I see no justice
I cry for the weak, the starving, the dying
I cry for those who have no hope.
How many of you all so cry? How many of you really care?
I'm just one voice among millions
so what can I do?
NOTHING
You see one voice counts for nothing
in a world of corruption in high places
Put your hand on your heart, feel the beat
but for every missing beat
Another sin against humanity
429 · Sep 2014
Write For Me
Joe Cole Sep 2014
You know
When I started these challenges yes it was write for me
Originaly it was young poets write for me
But it grew out of all proportion to the original concept
In reality its not about me at all
Its about YOU
It's about imagination
It's about taking YOU on a different journey
It's gone way beyond me
It's about you and how and what you write...
Joe Cole May 2013
Come lets make a journey from the mountain to the sea
And look at natures wonders put here for you and me
We wont go by car or take a railway train
We will travel at natures pace travel by natures ways

Together we will wander down the country paths
There is no reason to hurry, lets make this journey last
Lets stroll beside the crystal streams beneath the skies of blue
Study all the flowers of every shade and hue

Come the evenings shadow we will stop to rest
Find a soft and sheltered place where we will rest our heads
No candles or electric lights will we ever need
Just a canopy of twinkling stars  to cover us as we sleep

We will wake up with the dawn to a chorus of singing birds
Wake up to the greatest sounds that man has ever heard
Quench our thirst from the crystal stream and we will set out again
We have left the mountain slopes and have met the grassy plains

No human habitation, no human voices heard
Just the signs of natures, of deer and soaring birds
Bees and butterflies sip nectar from the flowers
As we wander slowly and do not count the hours

We travel ever westward following the sun
Occasionally some dark grey clouds and cool refreshing rain
For us time has no meaning as we journey to the sea
To be at peace with nature is the only thing we need

Suddenly in the distance an expanse of shining blue
Our walk is nearly over  as the sea comes into view
I will look back in wonder at the things that we have seen
Nature in her full glory, mountain plain and stream……
425 · Jan 2014
KIDS AT PLAY
Joe Cole Jan 2014
Just some kids at play in the park
We don't care if your white, brown or dark
All we see is our play and our fun
No colour, race, or religion we all play as one
You go to prayers on Friday, I go on Sunday
They are just the names of days, they don't stop our play
So why can't you adults act just like us
No abuse, animosity, no pointless fuss
We're eight nine and ten, just kids in your eyes
But we know what's best,  because even kids can be wise
422 · Mar 2015
For The Love Of Cats
Joe Cole Mar 2015
Anyway I was sat here the other night with my three boys
And of course the Mollie dog
When Maxie looked at me and said
"Do you think the neighbors are asleep dad"
(of course I do speak and understand cat talk)
So being so late I said they probably were
Max looked at his brothers with an evil grin and said
"Time for some fun boys,
Let's tear up all their flowers and crap all over
Their gardens"
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