One of my hobbies is writing poetry, some of which has been published.
Here are a few examples.
Questioning
I question,
I query,
I analyse,
What is God?
Where is God?
Is there a Heaven?
Does Hell exist?
Will God find me?
Or do I find God?
What is my destiny?
Questions, so many questions,
Answers are few,
Provoking more questions.
RJG
Reaping The Whirlwind
Lovely weather? Awful weather?
Said without thought or particular notice.
It usually breaks the ice
Hot, cold, wet or dry,
The British comment on the weather.
Suddenly we are fearful
We no longer talk in jest.
Floods, storms, ice and snow
For Man’s insensitivity to Nature,
We are reaping the WHIRLWIND.
RJG
Ominous Quiet Water
Flowing with swift placidity
The surface softly undulating
Stealthily increasing its volume
Slowly but perceptibly the level rises
The darkness hides the imminent danger
Its defences are overwhelmed
The river’s banks breached along its length
Releasing the ominous quiet water.
RJG
The Leaf
The deciduous tree sheds its burden
Ready for renewal in the spring.
The furled, wrinkled leaf falls lazily
To join its crinkly, crunchy companions,
In a tawny carpet beneath the outspread boughs.
Kicked and thrown by delighted children
The leaf lands away from its fellows,
A temporary haven for a scurrying mouse
Sheltering from the jaws of a predatory cat.
The depredation of winter, rain, snow and wind
Transforms the leaf into a translucent lace doily
In preparation for final decay and obliteration.
RJG
Here are a few examples.
Questioning
I question,
I query,
I analyse,
What is God?
Where is God?
Is there a Heaven?
Does Hell exist?
Will God find me?
Or do I find God?
What is my destiny?
Questions, so many questions,
Answers are few,
Provoking more questions.
RJG
Reaping The Whirlwind
Lovely weather? Awful weather?
Said without thought or particular notice.
It usually breaks the ice
Hot, cold, wet or dry,
The British comment on the weather.
Suddenly we are fearful
We no longer talk in jest.
Floods, storms, ice and snow
For Man’s insensitivity to Nature,
We are reaping the WHIRLWIND.
RJG
Ominous Quiet Water
Flowing with swift placidity
The surface softly undulating
Stealthily increasing its volume
Slowly but perceptibly the level rises
The darkness hides the imminent danger
Its defences are overwhelmed
The river’s banks breached along its length
Releasing the ominous quiet water.
RJG
The Leaf
The deciduous tree sheds its burden
Ready for renewal in the spring.
The furled, wrinkled leaf falls lazily
To join its crinkly, crunchy companions,
In a tawny carpet beneath the outspread boughs.
Kicked and thrown by delighted children
The leaf lands away from its fellows,
A temporary haven for a scurrying mouse
Sheltering from the jaws of a predatory cat.
The depredation of winter, rain, snow and wind
Transforms the leaf into a translucent lace doily
In preparation for final decay and obliteration.
RJG