Fighting back

 

Fighting back may sound a bit dramatic, and any boxing gloves and the armour might emphasise that, but fight back “I” and we must  against this suffocating Curse Covid world now.

 Yes, things are opening up a bit and we must of course cherish hope, but I seem to be noticing some differences in people, (you do recall how I watch people and write poems on them ?) in as much as many still appear really nervous about the virus, getting back to normal and going back out into the old world. It might be just me, but what do you think?

The first poem in this article then, from my 5th book, (list at the end), with poem entitled perhaps aptly “Spark”…..

Spark

To have a spark for life is vital

To gain fulfilment true,

And a sense of achievement

With the many things you do.

For though all people have one

Some are left to wilt and die,

Or because they’re lost in sorrow

Will drown and cannot try

To combust or kick start life

That lives in an empty shell,

For only flints that keep sparking

Can help us truly to excel.

But some people become jaded

And wearied by their road,

With heavy heart and failing soul

They’ve collapsed beneath their load,

So no longer have their spark

Or make any attempt to rise,

Which will only bring contempt

For someone who never tries.

Sometimes if we are besieged

By worries and troubles both,

We feel that we are strangled

With a deadly cancers growth.

But by fighting on and trying

To escape from consuming dark,

We can succeed and flourish

When we regain our spark.

So with our spark regained

We can really be on song,

As we go about our days

Knowing we can do no wrong.

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I have personally started fighting back a bit in as much I now have had two recent stall attendances at Pevensey Market, selling my books and collecting for the excellent charity Help for Heroes.

I sold some books and also “raised a few bob” for the aforementioned charity. These markets are normally in the afternoon, noon until 4pm, on first Sunday of the month, (and on more occasions later in year), with the event on Market Square opposite Pevensey castle entrance.

Of course we have started a bit of a fight back with more “non essential” shops opening and how can we forget that we can now have a pint, wine or even a meal in pub gardens.

Naturally as “Murphy’s Law” would have it, the weather deteriorated quite dramatically with wind and rain recently to coincide with being able to sit in pub gardens. You cannot beat a nice ice cold beer sitting in a mostly open and freezing cold pub garden drinking it, but hey, we are fighting back against Curse Covid.

To continue the “beer theme” comes a poem from my 3rd book…..

Have Another Beer

The weather is not great

And through the rain we peer,

It is getting us all down

So have another beer.

We want to drive away

But roads are blocked I hear,

There are far too many cars

So lets have another beer.

A trip up to the shops

To join the thronging crowd,

And mad folks with their trolleys

Make you want to curse aloud!

So you stay at home to book

A holiday, not too dear,

But the internet is down

Best to have another beer.

Then you’re on the phone

Many options now to choose,

It’s enough to drive you mad

And go back on the booze.

They say you’re in a queue

But your turn is nowhere near,

I can’t be doing this

So I’ll have another beer.

Thus there’s so many things

In life to drive you mad,

So have another beer then

You just wont feel so bad.

*

Perhaps with all the connotations with beer and fighting, violence and loss of control, even fighting back I guess, possibly isn’t the greatest idea, but after last years deprivations, what the hell?

LOL anyone want a fight? Joking of course but they say if something is that worthwhile then its worth, errrrrr fighting for. Not me that but an oft said line…..

Well having said that I can only follow with this poem from my 8th book……

I Am Spartacus

Yes I am Spartacus I cried out

Like in the film of the same name,

About Spartacus who led a slave revolt

The Roman empire struggled to tame.

But after defeating by superior numbers

The Romans wanted the man behind it all,

So threatened to torture all who’d revolted

Until Spartacus and slaves stood up to call,

That they were all the notorious leader

So desperately sought by the empire elite,

Who were petrified others would now rise up

Against a hated regime they wanted to defeat.

Thus now that bold and famous shout

Owning up to being the man that meant,

So much as a brave and resisting hero

Is today a statement of determined intent.

For by shouting his name out proudly

It showed a courageous and a fighting side,

So I respect and salute the likes of him

And also tried to show an honest pride,

In everything that I have said and done

When battling along my paths in life.

And not flinching from any twisted truth

Of false words cutting like a knife.

Because I still believe in myself and manage

To hold my conscience and integrity true,

In the face of some cruel envy and lies

Slanderously said about some things I do.

For there is always someone struggling

With their jealousy and a bitterness,

So they can never be at a hearts rest

While you succeed and they’re a mess.

So I will gladly shout out I am Spartacus

And own up to who I am and stand for,

Though others may not sit well with this

But as an honest man I can do no more.

*

No doubting that the the brave Spartacus was good at fighting back after he led the slave result against the Roman Empire, and famed in the 1960 film bearing his name. In our modern fight back against covid today all we need to do is to try and live our lives as we did before, albeit it we are a tad wiser and more wary perhaps?

Last poem from my 7th book may give some clues…..

A Grain of Sand

A grain of sand, or a drop in the ocean

May be enough to cause commotion,

If brought together in one large amount

They can be big enough to make it count.

Because small or singles can be ignored

However many times they implored,

To get their point and views across

So are left staring at another loss.

For at most times in this cynical world

The tiny voice is lost until unfurled,

With the back up of a loud vast choir

That lift their voices so much higher,

And get all those points of view heard

With a collective singing of the word.

Just like the raging waters of a flood,

Which can harm both flesh and blood.

So be very wary of the seemingly small

Who could in years grow very tall,

And that little dog when just a pup

May really scare you when it grows up.

Thus one single grain of that fine sand

May have the ability to form a band,

Of determined people raising a voice

Into a storm that removes your choice.

Thus have a care before ignoring those

With a message and simple clothes,

As they may have the ability to dress

In uniform with others to bring distress,

That you may find very hard to take

When realising your big mistake,

In not seeing strength and mighty hand

Of drops of water and grains of sand!

*

Enough fighting back for a while then, but “gird your loins” for the fight needs to go on…… are you ready?

All eight of my books :–

Poetic Views of Life

More Poetic Views of Life

Reviews of Life in Verse

Life Scene in Verse

Life Presented In Verse,

Poet Reveals All (in your world).

Poet Reflects Your World

Poetic Seeds to Fruition

These all ensure my donation to the excellent charity I support, promote and donate to, that being Help for Heroes.

My first 3 books are only priced £4.99 each, with my 4th and 5th bigger books at £6.99. My new 8th and sixth & 7th books, all bigger are still £9.99. and all are for sale on Amazon, book stores or preferably from me ………….. lw1800@hotmail.co.uk Or 07967 355236

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