joe2poetry

Poetry from a Dublin Scientist

Month: September, 2011

Go West

Go west.

Go to the edge of the world.

Look out over the sprawling vista of the gun-grey Atlantic,

Heaving in anticipation of the next storm.

The icy wind, travelling in from infinite wilds beyond

Carry the chill of a coming winter.

But there is nothing to fear.

For the heart is warmed by the thought of a hearth

Brimming with sunset red coals

Added to by the warm embrace of family and friends.

Want

How much do I want you?

That is hard to tell.

For whatever else I try to do

I am under your spell.

You rule the deepest part of me

You subjugate my heart

You’ve changed it for the world to see

It all, not just a part.

I find that it I cannot fight

That when push comes to shove

For all my days and every night

It’s clear that I’m in love.

Fortune

Luck is on my side,

The unfathomable vagaries of fortune have smiled upon me.

Chance has thrown me a good turn

and I have been quick enough to seize the opportunity.

For it is the wisdom to take on luck,

To tackle head on the universe when the augers are good,

To follow the signs of fate and take what the gods have provided.

That is the key,

The route for true success.

Fortune favours the bold,

For only the bold act when fortune provides her favour.

The stars

Look up into the star flecked night,

As if a thousand fireflies were stuck in the blanket of darkness above.

Their light an echo of times past,

Ghosts of a past saved by lights slow journey through the universe.

Their random positions, decreed by the vagaries of position and timing

Give the observer, pause to see in the twinkling lights,

Shapes, animals, people.

The ancient lights of stars converted to the gods and heroes of man.

The magic of the cosmos turned into the magic of the human imagination.

 

Unknown

Decisions that need to be made,

Places of the mind that need to be explored.

The futures unending possibility to seek,

Life’s opportunity to unravel.

To find one’s purpose, to know promise

Can set you free from fear, but can also imprison.

To be free of uncertainty,

Is also to be free of choice, free of  freedom.

It is the unknown, the unknowable, that makes us human.

Defines our mortality and gives life adventure.

 

 

 

Cheers

Cast your art, magician.

Give us all a show.

Throw a shape with fleet-lived tools,

Practice all you know.

All you make will give such joy,

To people young and old.

When you start producing, wow,

Everyone is sold.

You have a skill, a trade, a gift,

Which few around can do.

For that we all should give our own gift,

In my case, this thank you.

 

For you

For you I am here.

For you I do all that I can.

For you I struggle against the counsel of my fear.

For you I take the finest that I am and show it for the world to see.

For you, I work, make myself better, make my mark on the world.

For you I make my stand.

For you I write and I speak.

For you my love, I do anything.

 

The Fight

I find that I must force my way,

From the falling to the night,

To resurrect the dying day,

It’s clear I have to fight.

The look of suns glowing ember,

Removes from my soul,

The will to take part as a member,

In the fight to fill the hole.

But I know the time will come,

In future long ahead,

That more will brave the setting sun,

If we give up for dead.

Fight against the dark

To fight against the dark,

To struggle against the night,

To keep alive the spark,

To help keep hope alight.

To fight, to strive when all seems gone,

When day has turned to night,

When all was lost, you fought on,

You held on to the light.

Many men who see your plight,

Consider you a fool,

To fight on when your death’s in sight,

Against their golden rule.

These naysayers have no heart,

They have to taste for glory,

The tales of heroes has your part,

And all will know your story.

 

Careless

I throw it in the heat of the play

Not caring where it lands

It sails through the air, on an unknown course

Its movement, in gods hands.

There is a thud and down it sinks

It settles where it lies.

But when we go to reclaim it

It’s gone, our joy, it dies.

We search, we seek, to no avail

We shuffle back to home,

We imagine that it waits for us

Sitting, cold, alone.

For that day, to our dismay

There’s days the gods will punish those

Who’re careless when they play.