https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/bernifranklin/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.hourly12000-01-01T12:00+00:00https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/bernifranklin/646442Although the moon is pock-marked, and looks like it’s got measles on it’s face. On a starlit night it’s lovely, so full of mystery guile and grace. The reason that it’s so cratered, is that it’s struck time and time again. By asteroids and by meteors, that fall like shows of galactic rain. The...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/bernifranklin/646349NB. This is the first poem I ever wrote for my wife. * * * You took away my loneliness, you dried my eyes of tears, you healed my heart with just a kiss, and erased my deepest fears. You gave your love, and cradled me, you made me feel secure, your passion for the life you have, is strong and...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/bernifranklin/646229The state of mind that is happiness and joy, is a healthy breeding ground, for it lifts our spirits on wings of hope, and keeps us safe and sound. The most destructive emotion is hatred, when we have feelings that we could kill, for it infects our souls, with anger and rage, and it’s benefits,...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/bernifranklin/646101The old man seems so sad today, he’s always on his own. As he shuffles up the road at an alpine pace, rejected and alone. His poor unkempt condition, with a string around his mac, some people just ignore him, others seem to turn their back. His fingernails are filthy, there are holes in both his...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/bernifranklin/645995As the frosty twig-light shadows engulf the Scottish glen, an eerie silence descends down upon the calm and tranquil waters of the loch below. Pebbles on the shoreline worn smooth over millennia by erosion, twinkle in the blue hue of a cold autumn moon. Deep beneath the black waters of the loch,...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/bernifranklin/645858‘A MILLENNIUM MESSAGE’ Upon a hill a lonely man stared down into the sea, his lifeless eyes so dull and dead can’t focus now like me. His shambling gait his limbs so frail, were not always once this way, for his inner strength was once so great, it could lighten up the day. His thorny crown has...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/bernifranklin/645678The following poem was written for and is dedicated to my two granddad's neither of which I ever knew. they both died in the 1920's & 30's as a direct result of the war wounds they sustained during WW1 (1914/18 ) I still proudly hold their medals for them in honor of their memory. FUTILITY When...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/bernifranklin/645566The blood red sunset, seems to mourn for the day that’s gone, as pregnant clouds heavily laden with aqua spill forth diffusing the suns final rays, in a kaleidoscope of colour. As the sun finally slips below the horizon, it sends the day a sad and fond farewell. The dusk now salutes the heavens,...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/bernifranklin/645352Children. Perfect little people, small clones of imperfect parents. Our dearest treasure. We learn from them at the same time, as they are taught by us. We impart to them meaning, wisdom and truth, they give to us unconditional love and trust. There moods are unfathomable to us, one minute their...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/bernifranklin/645260I wear my heart on my sleeve so I am open to loss and abuse. I am bleeding profusely inside, and longing for succor and sanctuary. I feel the vibrancy of my life force, slowly slipping away, and miss you like a heartbeat, for your pulse was the rhythm of my life. Wishing to be close and tactile....