FordeFables - Poems

'Fall in Love Again' by William Forde

27/4/2018

I always remember a man called Colin who I worked with in Harrison Gardener's Dyeworks when I was in my late teens. Colin was a kind and generous person, a good father and a faithful husband who loved his wife dearly. I will never forget him once telling me, 'I have loved my wife every day without fail since the day we married.We don't need expensive meals out and fancy holidays to keep our love solid and us both happy. All we need is lots of country walks and every day we awake to make sure that we fall in love with each other all over again. Colin will be probably dead now as he was a good twenty years older than myself, but I never forgot his philosophy to keep love fresh and I decided to write this brief poetic memory:

'Fall in Love Again' by William Forde

'Let you and I go walking out together,
and renew our love over hills, verdant valleys, rugged moors and purple heather.

To see all of spring shine brightly in your eyes,
and to hear you speak words so simple, yet filled with meaning deep and wise.

To see your rainbow smile in dazzling sun and colourful rain,
is all I need to make me fall in love with you again.'

William Forde: Copyright: April 27th, 2018.

March 18th, 2018.

18/3/2018

Thought for today:
With all the recent changeable weather, I can't wait for spring to come to both the gardens and allotments instead of merely being a date on our kitchen calendars and teasing one with brief glimpses of what 'should be' instead of 'what is'. As the Sioux warrior chief, Sitting Bull is once said to have remarked,'Behold, my friends, the spring has come; the earth has gladly received the embraces of the sun, and we shall soon see the results of their love.'

While my health has been as stable as it possibly could have been over the past six months, I have only been spared further pneumonia, death threatening bugs and emergency hospital admissions and treatment because I have mostly stayed at home inside, keeping warm for most of this period and greatly restricted my contact with human viruses (that essentially means avoiding human contact for the most part). Our allotment offers me release from this house prison that contains my old body nine months of each good year, and spring just won't allow me to stay in the house any longer than needs must. I can't wait to get out and breathe the air deeply again and sing with the birds and the plants in our allotment.

I usually write two books a year, health permitting, and they are written and published during the cold winter months. When spring arrives, I put down my pen and do not take it up again until autumn has come and gone.

Spring brings perpetual astonishment to me and with its promised coming. I am calm again. Nature paints spring a colourful glow and make me forget that anything as cold and harsh as winter ever existed. It carries the hope of rebirth and new life in its ground, the love of life sleeps in its cool breeze and hope abounds when the sweet music of the birds fills the air and blades of moorland grass beneath lovers lying are crushed in an amorous embrace.

The Bohemian-Austrian poet and novelist, Rainer Maria Rilke who wrote in the late 19th and early 20th century was recognised as one of the most lyrically intense German poets. He wrote the words, 'The spring has returned. The earth is like a child that knows poems'. I include below one of the spring poems that I wrote to celebrate my wish to see spring return:

'If only one wish was granted to me': Copyright: William Forde

"If only one wish was granted to me,
to save spring meadows for all to see
would be my wish, my heart's desire
to see spectacular poppy fields fire
icy hearts, stagnant thoughts and sorry souls
back into life, where only Nature holds
within its ground, eternity.'

William Forde: March 18th, 2018.

'Love isn't Loving until Shared.'

12/3/2018

"We may curse those we hate (including self) a thousand times, yet only need to forgive once; for when we believe it can happen, it will happen, and when we find it satisfactorily done, we will have spent our goodness doing it. Our love, our compassion, our forgiveness is but mere ornament until it is given life and is shared with another. Only when we set sail from the 'Land of Selfishness' can we ever hope to discover a more wonderful world, a 'Land of Hope'.

'Love isn't Loving until Shared' by William Forde

Love isn't loving until shared.
Fear becomes boldness when it's dared.
Time has no meaning until spent.
Forgiveness is stuck 'til you relent.

Use your compassion to undo wrong.
Use your talents to sing your song.
Hold tight each moment of your dreams.
Nothing is ever what it seems.

Love brings with it infinite joy,
when every searching heart finds home
and every girl discovers boy.
Matching love waiting to be found,
in empty throne, your heart is crowned.

William Forde: Copyright: March 12th, 2018.

'Bluebell Wood' by William Forde

7/3/2018

"Soon, spring will be upon us once more, enabling so many memories, dreams and aspirations to be reborn. This poem was inspired by a single line I once read that was written by the American author and naturalist, Hal Borland, who died in 1978, when he said, 'No winter lasts forever, no spring skips its turn.'

'Bluebell Wood' by William Forde.

'Enchanted woodland of the spring
bring magic carpet on thy wing.
Crown grass and trees in ground of blue,
smell sweet aroma of morning dew.
Grow wild the flowers amid the trees,
and let birds sing within cool breeze.

Make this new spring my first new spring,
show astonishment in everything.
Where buds do not forget to bloom
and bluebells carpet Nature's room.
Where butterflies flit and flutter
and dandelions turn chins to butter.

Know this as being Nature's balm,
restore new life to winter's calm.
Oh, let no winter last forever,
and let no springtime miss its turn.
Let the spring of lovers blossom,
oh,let the flame of sweet love burn.'

Life is precious and life's so good
enjoy it more in Bluebell Wood.'

William Forde: Copyright March 7th, 2018.

'If we must part' by William Forde

7/1/2018

'If we must part' by William Forde

"In the pain of separation I lose myself and all my thoughts turn back to you.
If we must part, then let it be for the briefest of moments and the best of reasons.
Let it be with dignified authority and not in angry silence, unkind thought or bitter haste.
Instead, let all our parting be but a mere prelude to your sweet return when I feel you brush my hands once more."

William Forde: Copyright: January 7th, 2018.

'Black is Beautiful'

14/11/2017

'Black is Beautiful' by William Forde

'Think of me as you will, but let me tell you that there is a beauty in all things black that no white person will ever know.
Our history has taken us to places far and wide, that no white man will ever go.
We couldn't drink, wash or eat out in 'All white' places, and never did feel free,
The only place that we found peace, was hanging from a tree.

Now look at you, then look at me, and tell me who you'd choose to be
had you not been born on the other side of false sincerity?'

Copyright William Forde: November14th, 2017.

'Let Me' by William Forde

29/10/2017

Let Me' by William Forde : Copyright October 29th, 2017.

'Let me whisper in your ear and hear the echo of your soul.
To merge my pulse within your heart, so you forever hear the beat of mine.
Let me move your senses to distraction; your desires to the edge of reason.
To steer full force of passion towards temptation when you lie in my presence.
Let my want possess a madness of mind which alone can satisfy unquenchable thirst.
To drink from body's hollow and eat the apple from your unharvested tree of love.
Let me love you with all my heart, and if in return, your love expressed can never be as much as mine for you, let the more loving one be me.
Let me.'
William Forde: October 29th, 2017

'Searching for True Love' by William Forde

20/10/2017

'Searching for True Love': Copyright: William Forde: October 2017.

'Where my thoughts of you are, there am I.
Where passion fuse with love on high.
To love you then, to love you now,
to love forever, this I vow.

Did you not flame and I catch fire?
Did you not fill my first desire?
My first, my last and all my love,
burns brightly in the stars above.

You are the one, my one true love.
You clipped my wings , oh, flightless dove,
to stay beside you evermore,
the only one that I adore.

So take my body, soul and mind,
take love, take heart, make thyself blind
to all my faults, my darkest fears,
my checkered past, my many years
of searching for true love.'

Copyright: William Forde: October 19th, 2017.

'If only one wish was granted to me' by William Forde

17/10/2017

'If only one wish was granted to me': Copyright: William Forde:

"If only one wish was granted to me,
to save spring meadows for all to see
would be my wish, my heart's desire
to see spectacular poppy fields fire
icy hearts, stagnant thoughts and sorry souls
back into life where only Nature holds
within its ground, eternity.'

Copyright William Forde: October 17th, 2017.

'The Madness of Forbidden Love' By William Forde

13/10/2017

' The Madness of Forbidden Love': Copyright William Forde: October, 2017.

'Something flows from your eyes that lights up my soul, stirring the embers of a dormant passion last seen at play in the loins of my youth, drowning all resistance of ravaging thought.

Your look moves me beyond a thousand desires, holding out the promise of good things to come. Your mouth tantalises me to distraction and your lips softly invite a stillness of sensuality, begging to bite.

The frantic beat of my heart pulsates with an unbridled madness that threatens to suspend all reason and rational response as my mind races towards the darkest recess of an abandoned soul; my paradise lost. Oh, darkest of desires, awake in me the flight and fancy of young love once more. Do not disappoint the dream I hold of melting love within the burning pleasure of lustful embrace.'

Copyright: William Forde: October 15th, 2017.