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Sunday, January 31, 2010

WHEN FAITH IS NOT ENOUGH

When our prayers are not answered, How much loss can we take How much grief can we bear How much pain can we cope with Is our blind faith in Christ corroborated, until we are judged by a higher power. Ultimately to fail, through ecclesiastical injustice. A belief found wanting A need not met A hope... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, January 29, 2010

THE IMMORTAL SPIRIT.

When my father died some years ago now, my mother who was in quite a bad way through her loss asked me to write her a poem that she could read every day to give her the strength to carry on. this is what i came up with:- THE IMMORTAL SPIRIT Some people never suffer illness, some people never get... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, January 28, 2010

A FRESH START

As sunlight filters through the emerald canopy, the morning dew on the forest floor sparkles like a diamond mosaic, the soft lament of bird song gently caresses the all but silent dawn, and a damp and heavy mist clings to the forest, like a lustrous pearly shroud. Primeval smells of hemp and moss,... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

THE RIVER OF LIFE

In the spring of new life high up in the hills, the rains and moistures form. They unleash then their torrents on crags and on tarns, in a powerfully ferocious storm. A stream is then born, it’s tiny at first, in it’s pre-embryonical state. As it spills down the mountain, a trickle at first, flowing... Sign in to see full entry.

MOTHER-IN-LAW ... FOR SALE !

As much as I love my mother-in-law, I so wish she’d settle down, in another country far away, or at least in another town. It’s the rolling pins that frighten me, and her teeth by the side of the bed, her false leg is used as a battering ram, and is so heavy it must be lead. When she smiles her... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, January 26, 2010

A Knight to remember.

With his promise’s made, and commitment shown he stood his ground to dare. For his courage was high, and his morals were strong, this man from who knows where. With his shoulders so broad, and inner strength, his heart was open and bare. By compassion he lived, and with valour he fought, this man... Sign in to see full entry.

" THE SILENT SCREAM "

I sometimes sit and scream at the moon, with it’s silvery face, laughing at its own pock marked skin. My freezing breath letting destiny in and out, as an icy vapour. It seems no amount of rage will change my fate. I sometimes walk, screaming inside, to be freed from this gulag of ego and Id. For... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, January 25, 2010

" SPELLBOUND " A poem for someone perfect.

I wonder what attracted me, to you that special day. Let’s have a look to see just where, my deepest feelings lay. Your eyes that sparkle, full of joy, reflect your love for life. Your spirit like a magic wand, deflects all pain and strife. Your hair as liquid sunshine flows, like honey to your... Sign in to see full entry.

" FLAMES OF FURY "

As I close my eyes, I can smell a mixture, of sweet Mahogany and formaldehyde. Then the slamming shut, of a huge metal door. Giant gas burners eject their poisonous offerings, and so crystal quartz ignites a budding flame. A quiet ‘whooshing’ noise intensifies, as the flames change from golden... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, January 24, 2010

" Our Futures End " or a 'Climate change catastrophe '

Article written in the New York Times. Time / Date:- 09.15 am Monday 14 March 3010 AD. To the people of the past, Mother nature’s had a breakdown our radioactive oceans smell, so the world that we’ve inherited is a form of living hell. There’s no ozone layer up there to protect our precious skin,... Sign in to see full entry.

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Bernard Franklin's poetry, I am hoping to write moralistic, provocative and hopefully sometimes wryly funny poetry that doesn't shirk from tackling the disturbing and important issues that face us all. Bernard Franklin is an engineer and writer who lives with his wife and four children in Kingston-upon-Hull, yorkshire, England.

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