Welcome to WilF's Poetry Pages

Check the links above for a selection of WilF's poetry and the few poems below for his latest.

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Time to Move On? Time now to move on, now I'm home again A friend was lost, it's true, but sweet memories remain Another nephew has been found, lost for 40 years But there are no others now, of that I have no fears This seems to be our family's failing, losing touch with some All those years of pain from some simple thought did not come And now that I am near my end, would I have changed my life? Yes, I would, but what to change is hard to say, or write For years I was defined by my work, by my trade All that working time left my family in the shade I fooled myself I did it for them, and even for their wealth Better I would have been to concentrate on health We men do think we are the only ones that can work The woman's place is in the home, how Victorian and dark Loyal though I was, I would be better to have strayed Then, returning, I would know myself and my ways As it is now I am lost amongst my memories and fears Every day I now do find that I am shedding tears I have wasted so much time it makes me weep and cry To be so near the end of life with tears still in my eye Death is fine I have no fear of it, no, not in the least It comes to all of us in time, it is our last release I just do ask that someone dear is there right at the end My own regret is that I was not there for my friend!

With Trees as Green as These With trees as green as these there is no need of Rain Moisture enough there is in rock where seeds will sprout again Cicadas sing their songs of joy all the day and night There is no need for aught else, except God's guiding light With trees as green as these there is no need of Sun Heat enough there is in rock where warmth will always come Nightingales do sing at dusk, some say they sing at dawn There is no need for further life except God's gentle fawn With trees as green as these there is no need of Air Air enough there is here so I think it is not fair Insects do not come here except those cricket types There is no need for more winged beasts in this town so nice With trees as green as these there is no need for Man Men enough have been here and for this land had their plan Women now should take control and work their magic charms Compassionate and caring, that would banish all those arms With trees as green as these there is no need for War War enough we have had, for centuries and more War should now be banished, Love will fill our needs To allow the future growth of all those barren seeds With trees as green as these, there is water and to spare The quality of beauty here is something truly rare The water flowing down the rills is clear and spakling white God's gift to man is here to see for those who will ... and might Each day is a new gift to us, we must be true and sure The water is just like new life all tumbling to the shore And at the end we only have the memories to keep The rest is lost and oft too soon, and that does make us weep

Truth? There should be Truth in Beauty and Beauty then in Truth So why does God take back a Girl still Perfect in her Youth? It makes not sense to me, does it make any sense to you? To take away the Old is fine, the Young should see Life through To take one who has had less than half the allotted span And such perfection in her form, a perfect mate for Man There be no logic in this, so why do You this condone I can only think that You do want her for your own Are You jealous of our Love and unable us to trust Do you see our love as only basic simple human lust? But there is higher Love, much more akin to Yours Between a Man and Woman, a Love that our Soul adores

Memories I walk into the garden, the frost is on the ground There are no birds to welcome me, no, not a sound My breath it billows out like steam and I am quite alone This is not good for me now, to be here on my own My friend would join me here and we would quietly talk About our plans and what we'd do when she again could walk We wanted so to go on walks and maybe swim together But now she's gone it will not be, never, never, ever I suppose that we were fooling, we both did know the truth But neither of us would admit, she would be taken in her youth For she still had youth, and beauty, and should have had more years So I am left alone here, with just memories, and tears