Sting If I Ever Lose My Faith In You

and we are here
as on a darkling plain
where armies clash by night

some of us are lucky
some of us are not
in the human misery stakes

all of us are let down
at some stage by others
even by those close to us

some have been burnt by placing
complete faith in another
been betrayed and not prepared to risk it again

some take risks  all the time
ending up as a pile of cinders
from overexposure to suffering

some of us will never
understand the life puzzle
and its forever changing
complicated rules

some of us
remove ourselves
from the fray and live
the interior life of a hermit

some of us know kindness
like ghandi
and believe in the goodness of humanity

others never experience it
just read about it
or grasp glimpses of it on the screen
being constantly reassured it exists
but maybe not for you

without faith in God
some of us would have
no-one
nothing
and
no reason
for staying

Midweek Motif Poets United
 

Imagination

anyone can learn
but very  few can create
albert einstein knew

Michael Franks - Island Life (Studio Version)

Shadorma

it's sunday today
rained and the plants smiled
steamy scent
a nice way
to observe the sabbath day
soaking up the wet

The Flood

Haiku Horizons

noah said take two
of every animal  - great
look what happened 


S

Cast Away

her small photo
glimmering in the fire light
kept him alive
all those years



thoughts of her as
the waves pounded the shore
night after night
in desperate loneliness
gave him hope
to carry on
to escape from the island
to be with her once more
somehow




reality changed all that
she had become bound up
in all the social conventions
a new husband a child a house

torn and tempted  to return to
the love of her life
she found
the comfortable chains of obligation just too tight
they could not be broken
so she buried him
again
for a second time

PU Midweek Motif

As Time Goes By

Casablanca...Photo Challenge 148 MLMM

a change of ending
it seems to be

captain louis renault of
round up the usual suspects
is walking away
with yvonne the night club singer
the start of a
beautiful new friendship
no doubt



while rick
of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world
she walks into mine
gets sloshed in another gin joint 
thinking of ilse
as time goes by

For Berowne



here's looking at you kid 

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