Reflections' A short poem by William Forde: Copyright June, 2014. "When I look back to my youth, did the budding being I then saw clearly emerge to my satisfaction or was I disappointed with the man who eventually turned up? When I am breathing my last, shall I be able to look favourably upon those figures and faint images at the end of my bed, knowing that I loved and served them as 'a good man' or will I expire this life knowing myself as nothing more than the sad apology of that potential being I first saw in the puddle of my youth? Who truly can measure the accuracy of one's memory and the machinations of one's mind as past is often coloured with false recall and future with deceitful hopes.We can but trust in self to steer the true course." " Copyright: William Forde: June 26th, 2014. |
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''Love is.....' by William Forde: Text Copyright June 2014. Love is good, kind, gentle and sincere. It is given freely and is given best when it is given without expectation of return. It cares, but never minds and is capable of enduring all trial and tribulation of the heart and soul. Love is a treasure to behold. It endures long after it has been passed on to another and in its growth anew, it will always pass the test of time. If love be anything, love is bold; for if bold it be not, then love it isn't. Love is to truth, what sun is to moon and earth is to sky and you are to me. Love is my soul mate and forever shall be my shadow of protective purpose, my eternal destiny. I love you most dearly and I always will. Sleep ever so tight my love and stay still in my arms. Stay wrapped warm around me throughout this next night and if I wake up beside you to start a new day, I'll know heaven once more.'" William Forde: June 11th, 2014. ‘Quick to wed and slow to repent’’ By William Forde Be still my roaming heart, stay put and pant no more. Take gentle breaths and fall in love with life again Fold sands upon the shore. For man was meant to love and woman too. Sun was made to shine and rain to fall, and while teardrops soaked into parched ground below in small attempt to make bitter sweet the sad sense of it all. All women were designed to wear the dress of wedding white. All men’s design was ever made to take it off before the night. Where vows were made and broken with same breath, and where apologies remain unspoken until death, that is where I’ll be. Be strong oh wavering thoughts of doubtful passage and immediacy, take tender hold and make me thine for all eternity. For she is there if thou dare but ask in cries of ecstasy and passion wild, unloose the reins of pleasured urgency and make love, make haste, make marriage, then make child. Copyright William Forde: June 9th, 2014. 'A Child's If?' : Copyright William Forde: July 16th, 2015. 'If polar bears could read out loud and girls skip across the sky, If only life went on and on and man was never born to die. If hearts were never broken, nor stomachs left unfed, or harsh words never spoken against the living or the dead. If man could love his neighbour and East truly meet the West, If no one ever learned to fail and no one was the best. If such a place were ever found where all were free to go, We'd find a heaven here on earth beneath the starry snow.' William Forde: Copyright: July 16th, 2015 ‘Hands, words, feelings and love' by William Forde. "Hands that help are holier than lips that pray. Words that touch do better argument than opinion sway. Feelings that meet are never lost in raw expression. Love breathes life in sorrow, the only source to quench depression. You are my lover, my soul mate and my friend. Be forever with me 'til the end." William Forde: May 13th, 2013. Pull me from my past' by William Forde: Copyright May 13th, 2014. "Pull me from my past and leave me not in want of eternal peace of mind. Return me to the innocence of my youth; to a time when all touch was tender and was to be welcomed. Who was this monster of the night who interrupted my innocence and introduced me to lifelong secrecy and sordid acts my mind knew not existed; he who spurred me on to wild abandonment from untarnished youth to sexless adulthood? He took a youthful bud not yet blossomed and plucked it from safe ground and embedded it close to his cold hands. And when he'd done all he'd desired to do, he chose my younger sister and left me filled with nought but anger and silent screams of never-ending pain with which to fill my days and haunt my sleepless nights. Please.......please take my hand and help me lose this pain, for it is too heavy to continue carrying alone. He said he was my dad, but surely can't have been or would never have done me down and left me to waste." William Forde: May 13th, 2014 'If tomorrow starts without me' by William Forde "If tomorrow starts without me, don't let it spoil your day, I'll still be there to guide you, I know you'll find your way. For you're everyone and everything that life did mean to me, I wouldn't see you wanting and I'd always see you free to walk where Nature takes you, to do what you must do, dance when the urge does move you and to learn to sit out too. If tomorrow starts without me, you will not be alone, for they'll be no grieving or despair, no fond memories to disown. The thing that made me love you on first sight that very day we met, was how you stood out from the crowd in a way I won't forget. You stood so proud and walked so tall as though you wore a crown, I turned at once to leave you there, but you bade me to sit down. I gazed upon your features as you softly spoke your name and when I sat beside you, I sensed you'd lit the flame. Once ignited with your power of love and the onslaught of your heart, the passion in my loins stirred deep, no movement there could part the marriage of our very souls, the gel that bound our love, the joined-up sparks of mis-spent youth, the love coo of a dove. We laughed, we kissed, we talked, we joked, we courted then we wed, and though fourteen years divided us, you took me to your bed. Even though you were my lady, the one fit to wear the crown, you placed that bauble on my head and let me rule our home. Each precious hour and moment since you've met my every need, from morning light 'til evening dark, you let me take the lead. No more could one man ask for from the woman of his dreams, no Sheila better served or loved a man like me it seems." To the love of my life; Sheila: William Forde: Copyright: February 22nd,2014. 'A Child's Despairing Prayer' by William Forde "Oh stars so bright up in the sky, shine down upon my family, do not let us die. Oh warmth of sun rays shine within, protect me from all earthly fears and fend off hunger and cold nights, remove uncertainty and fright. We have no food, we have no coal, my parents say they have no hope, they cannot fill a hole. With three small mouths to feed and cupboards bare, what can we do? We've nowt but tattered rags to wear for clothes to see us through. The bank won't lend, we can't repay, the shops won't credit one more day. We've nothing left, no more to do, but to leave behind this world so cruel, a world unfair, unjust, untrue. Nothing to look back upon or forward to, with prospects vanquished down the wisher's well, better go to heaven now than suffer here in this eternal hell.' William Forde: Copyright: June 1st, 2014. The pleasure hills of time rolls down, Haunting Guinevere with years gone by. If only, she could remember still; The walks, the talks, those promised kisses Beneath the dawn of lovers' skies. When shall we wed, oh Arthur dear? When the fighting's done is time enough. We'll have that cottage, children too; The walks, and talks and promised kisses Beneath the dawn of calm, blue skies. How goes the battle, Arthur dear? How long must I wait before you're home? I miss you oh so much, my love; The walks, the talks, those promised kisses Beneath the dawn of hopeful skies. I fear I won't be back, my dear. The heaven is filled with death's dark cloak. My spirit's crushed, the legs are gone. No more walks, talks, and promised kisses Beneath the dawn of moving skies. Take heart, take love, take all I've got, But please, bring thyself back home, my love. Don't rob me of my treasured dreams; The walks, the talks, those promised kisses Beneath the dawn of married skies. Your Arthur passed away last week. In battle fierce he gave up his life. He fought for freedom, country, home; And walks, the talks, and promised kisses Beneath the dawn of English skies. I'll ne'er forget you, oh my love. I'll save the gown until next we meet. I'll savour all my dreams so sweet; Of walks, and talks and promised kisses Beneath the dawn of restful skies. Together once more, side by side, Arthur and Guinevere share last space, As final words of love are passed; Of walks, and talks, and promised kisses Beneath the dawn of rainbow skies. Copyright William Forde April, 2012. 'The Greatest' by William Forde The greatest words I never heard were whispered down the wind, On one dark sombre Wednesday night my life came to an end. ‘Come back’ you whispered silently as I did walk away, Half- broken, shattered, disillusioned; melted heart at play. The greatest thrill I never knew was just around the bend. Faint- hearted lover look at me, I’ll be more than thy friend. Why did you not profess your love, you can’t have understood, Why did you cruelly smash my dreams when all I thought was good? The greatest love of all my life forever shall be thee. The biggest fool that ever lived thou knowest to be me. The softest touch I never felt came from your warm embrace, You kissed my image tenderly, you warmed my glassy face. Your lips brushed mine so sweetly, though I never felt a thing Your tears of loss ran down my cheeks and rested there within. Trapped forever ‘neath the glass which captured this wry smile, Unknown to me you swore your love and sighed alone awhile. Had you but spoken sooner, it would have been okay, The love that I expressed to you would never fade away. Had you believed the best in me, if only you had said, Together we would be right now, forevermore instead. Alone, we live our destiny, until the day we die, We’ll stay apart, no more to kiss beneath the lover’s sky. Until the green sod binds us close, once more beneath the ground We’ll kiss; we’ll touch, and say so much, no more shall we need sound. Copyright William Forde, March, 2012. |
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