Smiling Through

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“There is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in.” - Leonard Cohen

“ What sunshine is to flowers, smiles are to humanity.”- George Eliot

“You cannot do a kindness too soon, for you never know how soon it will be too late.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson

This post-poem also appears on my general blog today. Although many  LGBT readers visit both poetry blogs,  feedback suggests that there are still others who are not quite ready to accept that poetry is all-inclusive, to some degree or another. Whatever, I suspect I am not the only reader who has felt the light go out of their world and let someone's smile turn it on again...

Now, as regular readers will know, I have been treated with hormone therapy for my prostate cancer over a period of a good ten years now; one of the side-effects can be - as it is so for me - regular depression and/or a rising sense of panic whenever even small things go wrong. 

I suspect it may seem worse for older people like myself who live alone, which is maybe why we appreciate acts of kindness so much, as it helps (considerably) to alleviate these symptoms; someone able to spare just a few minutes to talk to you and help calm you down can make all the difference.

Since the pandemic, everyone has been under stress. Here in London, acts of kindness are noticeably in far shorter supply than they were previously. For example, fewer people are willing to pause to help ole Rog when clearly in difficulty or offer a seat on a crowded bus or train, so I have to stand, leaning on my walking stick for support. 

 Whenever anyone does offer me their seat, I thank them, throw them a huge smile, and the light in their eyes suggests it is as much welcome to them as their offer of a seat is to me.

As in many old sayings, there is much truth in the one about kindness bringing its own reward. 

Hopefully, we have seen the worst of Covid-19 and its variants, although there remain hard times ahead as the financial crisis finds so many people struggling to make ends meet.

All any of us can do is keep looking on the brighter, lighter side of life and take comfort in the knowledge that there is always light at the end of even the longest tunnel.

No, never easy, but... we have a choice?

SMILING THROUGH

This heart grew heavy,
loaded down with sadness, a sense
of feeling adrift,
barely keeping afloat for sailing
stormy waters,
struggling to make sense of a life
searching heart-and soul
for that familiar surge of a lively inspiration,
now gone quiet, all but a vacuum

Mind-body-spirit
struggling to rise above such despair
as strikes fear
in the hearts of those of us anxious
to make sense
of a You-Me-Us simply drifting along
having all but lost sight
of who we are any more, not as once we were,
birds of a feather, so happy together

Lately, even the smiles 
on our faces tell lies, trying to disguise
a You-Me-Us fallen apart
over tard times without our noticing,
taking us for granted,
failing to see how we rarely any more
as once we would
fondly reminisce about how we met, fell in love,
caught up in the magic of stars above

So… it came to pass,
we agreed a trial separation needing time
to think us through,
search the remains of who we once were,
try  and see a way clear
to bring You-Me-Us together again, fill 
the Black Hole
we found ourselves a lonely, grieving while apart,.
anxious to reconcile mind-body-spirit

Yes, we courted anew, years falling away, tears too,
a shared heart-and-soul smiling through

Copyright R. N. Taber, 2022

Hi folks, from London UK

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" It is our collective and individual responsibility to preserve and tend to the environment in which we all live." - Dalai Lama XIV

 "I don't believe in collective guilt, but I do believe in collective responsibility.” - Audrey Hepburn

Hi Folks,

No poem today, but I am working on one. Mind you, inspiration is flagging at the moment as I am still having to deal with a bad cold. I have started to feel better over the last couple of days, but inspiration doesn't seem to have taken the hint...😉 However, I remain coronavirus-free, so am still able to keep looking on the bright(er) side of life... well, most of the time.😊

I have been able to get out and about locally just for basic shopping, but while the Omicron variant remains rampant, it is scary, so I try to go as early as I can to avoid crowds. 

 Now,  while wearing a mask won't necessarily stop anyone catching  Covid BUT it will stop a person spreading it. At 76 years old and living with prostate cancer, I am vulnerable, so hate it when people get too close to me in a queue, especially if they are not wearing a mask. Unfortunately, many stores no longer have the floor markings to show how people can remain at least two metres apart.

If someone has genuine medical reasons for not wearing a mask, fair enough, but it does not excuse that person getting too close to others in a queue. This happened to me only yesterday. I was queuing at a supermarket checkout.  I asked a Muslim woman queuing behind me with her grown-up daughter not to stand so close to me in the queue; neither were wearing face masks. The woman took no notice, just glared at me and I hear someone say "Racist." I was angry, but managed to keep my temper and moved away as soon as I had finished loading my shopping bag.

Now, I am not a racist and if someone chooses not to wear a mask for any reason, that is up to them BUT where their not wearing a mask potentially and directly affects me, I reserve the right to protest. It seems to be a fairly common problem everywhere. While Omicron continues to spread and fill hospitals, social distancing remains important for all of us, especially with regard to those people who are not wearing face masks. 

Given that data appears to show that the vast majority of people who are critically ill in hospitals are those who have not been been vaccinated, I can no more understand the reasoning behind not being vaccinated that not wearing a face mask in shops, on public transport and in crowded areas. Such is human nature, I suppose, sometimes wise and wonderful, sometimes plain stupid. 

Celebrities from all walks of life and ethnic backgrounds have appeared on television to persuade others to get vaccinated against Covid-19; it beggars belief that a significant percentage of  populations in various parts of the UK  have chosen to remain unvaccinated against the coronavirus. Data suggests that the majority of the unvaccinated are from ethnic minority backgrounds. (No, I am not being racist it is a fact.) 

Collective responsibility is for the good of everyone and rejects discrimination of all kinds except on grounds of an individual's bad or criminal behaviour.. . well, doesn't it?

Hopefully, the coronavirus will pass sooner rather than later, but all the while certain people, from all walks of life, refuse to be vaccinated against it, the likelihood remains that is likely to be later rather than sooner. Don't the rest of us deserve better than that?

Now, whoever and wherever you may be in the world, I can but wish you all safe, well, and finding the inner strength of mind-body-spirit to nurture a positive-thinking mindset, whatever your personal  circumstances; never easy, I know only too well just as I know, too, that it's always well worth the effort.

Take care, everyone, and do drop by again soon. Meanwhile, you may enjoy browsing the blog archives?

Hugs,

Roger 

[Note: This post also appears on my general (poetry) blog today.] RT

L-I-F-E; Mist, Mountains and Motivation

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"Our life is what our thoughts make it." -Marcus Aurelius

Gay or straight, none of us are immune to stress, especially at the moment, as the new Omicron variant finds many of us feeling threatened and vulnerable; some, if not many LGBT folks, it will be a familiar journey. Not the same kind of gay-specific poem you will find in the blog archives, true, but I feel it has its place on both blogs. .

I wrote the poem below during my recovery from a nervous breakdown back in the late 1970's. Until now, reading it has always left me depressed as it recalls a period in my life I would much rather forget. Yesterday evening, though, I found myself in something of a perfect storm; computer crashing, TV failing to respond, a rising panic leaving me unable to quite get my thought processes - already in a mess due to years of hormone therapy for my prostate cancer - into any kind of order.

After a kind friend had helped me send foe, Panic, into retreat over the telephone, I found myself needing to read the poem again. I recalled someone telling me it was "a load of hackneyed crap" at the time, which had done nothing for my fragile morale. 😉Reading it again now, after nearly two years of the world having to live with Covid-19 and now, another rapidly spreading variant, Omicron, it did not leave me feeling depressed at all. On the contrary, it reassured me that, like everyone else, I have the potential to try and rise above the stress that Covid-19 has imposed. 

Like all of you, I can but try, succeed or fail, do or die, and may mind-body-spirit see us through this stress, just as it did yours truly 40+ years ago. My choice, and I decided to GO for it; already, I could feel my panic retreating, no victory in sight, but the potential for it was there and my depleted energy levels all but restored. I feel much the same now, a positive-thinking mindset well and truly in place.

I rarely sleep well, but last night I slept better than I had for a long time...

L-I-F-E: MIST, MOUNTANS AND MOTIVATION

I creep up on you unawares
over periods of time as the going
shifts from gentle slope
to steep hill, until it starts to feel
like there’s a mountain
to climb, its peak shrouded in mist
as if acknowledging
a nagging fear that an enemy is near
if not already here...

At the peak, the scary mist
emanating half-forgotten faces
I can barely place,
whose names long since forgotten
in mists of time, no less
scary for reminding me who I am,
even yet could be,
left wondering why mind-body-spirit
gone eerily quiet...

Tempted, to leap into space
rather than risk descending, ending
all pretence at living,
better to die now – and prove what?
That it has counted for nothing,
this endless searching for something
and getting nowhere fast?
Suddenly, mind-body-spirit finds its voice,
“Do or die, your choice...”

A global challenge, Choice. Do we, nurture
or give up on our past-present-future...?

 Copyright R. N. Taber, 2021

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Frontliners

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All those in the front line of our war on Covid-19 deserve our thanks, respect and admiration. How they cope, day after day, defies belief. I have been retired for 10 years now, but like to think I would have played my part, although I suspect few of us know how we would react to certain circumstances until they are upon us and we are tested. If I ever had any doubts about that, they were confirmed when I realised I am gay at the age of fourteen; again, some years later, when I came out of my sad, lonely closet to face the world. Even so, as for so many of us - whatever our sexuality - it was but one of many battles that would see me in the front line in the passing of time; it is one reason I have never understood bigotry, since we are all but human after all.

My father and I did not get along. From childhood, he never believed I had a hearing problem. More  than once, he would send me to my room for ‘ignoring’ him when I genuinely hadn’t known he was talking to me. Needless to say, this did nothing to improve our relationship. “He’s weak!” I heard him shout at my mother once, “He’s weak, that’s his trouble. Always got his head stuck in a book, it’s high time he started acting like a boy instead of a bloody pansy.”

Later, I asked my mother, “Am I weak?” Her reply was typical of her grasp of human nature. “None of us really know our true strengths and weaknesses,” she said, “… until they and we are tested. Even then,” she sighed, “… it’s invariably left to others to judge and we alone ourselves to know. It’s called life,” she added with a rueful smile. “But just you go to sleep and put it out of your mind…” She turned off the lamp I had been reading by, and I could have sworn I heard her say, “…while you still can.”

I suspect we are tested at all stages in our lives although we may not realise it at the time. As we grow up and grow older, though, we do get to know ourselves, although how much is fact and how much is wishful thinking … that’s for us to take on board, reject or work through for ourselves, hopefully with more than a little help from loved-ones and friends.

Whatever our battles, we are the front line, win some, lose some…

FRONTLINERS 

War or peace,
whatever the cause in us demanding
we fight,
at the end of the day, it needs to be
for the better,
if only to keep us safe , drive any enemy
to rout 

Early years,
learning to talk, walks, laugh and play,
choose friends
come to recognize certain aspects
of behaviour…
as in where our empathising with it begins
and ends 

Schooldays,
inviting us to see how competition
demands
targets our strengths and weaknesses, requires
we stand up
for its rights and wrongs or go to ground, head
in hands 

Come, youth
to have its day, before such times ahead
as we know
will test us, even cut us down before any gain
or losses
can take us where we may (or not) have chosen
to go 

Middle years,
basking in sunny climes or sheltering
from storms
beyond anticipation for our underestimating
how maturity
may yet see us bested by any variety of tempting
life forms 

Old age,
a final reckoning of sorts, for the better
or worse
as we harvest all mind-body-spirit has incited us
to be, urging us
do whatever may yet see all or some of our parts rest
in peace

 “Advance, friend or foe,” finding out wherever we go,
ourselves to know 

Copyright R. N. Taber, 2021

[Note: This poem also appears on my general poetry blog today.]

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Shadows OR Points or View, Shades of Meaning

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Hi, World, 

Well, here we go again, 

Another day of waking up to the Covid-19 variant and safety regulations we are all meant to follow, but some don’t so many of us are fearful of going out and about locally even for such essential everyday items as food. 

Overcoming fear, in any context, is never easy. I feel physically sick sometimes once I close the front door behind me and step out into the street. At 75, I have been fortunate enough to have my first vaccination, but only a few days ago so it will take a little while yet to kick in. Whatever, no room for complacency I will need to follow lockdown safety regulations, probably for months. Oh, well, needs must… and we can all but do our bit to help ease the awful stress faced by every key worker, especially those in hospitals and care homes, but unsung heroes too like those who collect our waste and clean our streets. 

Meanwhile, there is an ignorant, selfish minority who persist in protesting about their human rights being undermined and/or that Covid-19 is some kind of conspiracy. We can only ignore them, and get on with our own lives as best (and safely) as we can. 

Me, I feel a greater empathy with Humpty Dumpty every day, falling apart, and surrounded by pieces I haven’t a clue how to start putting together again. Time will tell, I guess. 

In the meantime, there is another day to get through on my own here, so I had better get on and make breakfast … having been awake long enough now to get a tighter grip on things, start re-energising myself by looking on the bright(er) side of life, and anticipating a kinder springtime of mind-body-spirit… 

Readers continue to ask how I can talk about the latter, yet separate it from any religious faith. 

As I have said more than once on the blog, and will probably say again, there is more to any human being than meets the eye, including his or her sexuality; the human spirit is as much a part of us if not more so, frim birth to death and in remembrance; one reason why I find the refusal of world religions recognise this and welcome LGBT people, instead of condemning us, as nothing short of hypocritical. Sexuality is, after all, a human condition, not a lifestyle choice, and even if it were, whatever happened to freedom of choice? 

As for a sense of spirituality, I suspect it embraces each and every one of us in various ways, religion or no religion; how we choose to use it, well, that is only human.

SHADOWS or POINTS OF VIEW, SHADES OF MEANING 

Birds of the air,
engaging with a friendly tree,
no less so for its want
of welcome shelter from wintry
elements 

Human beings,
engaging with creative therapy
by way of sheltering
from a coronavirus making what
it will of u 

Grey squirrels,
chasing shadows where grass
awaits its season
and the earth makes what it will
of winter 

All humanity,
made to chase its own shadow
for home truths
surfacing where common need
prevailing 

Yet, still it turns,
this multicultural world of ours,
no less so for its want
of welcome shelter from wintry
elements 

Neither sun by day,
nor moon by night (quite) shining
light enough
on such rights and wrongs as prefer
shadows 

Shadows, playing
much the same parts across history
in bringing
such common elements of humanity
together 

Even so, no shadow
hanging over us can resist such shades
of life and love
as comprise the (far) better, kinder part
of mind-body-spirit 

Copyright R. N. Taber, 2021

[Note; This post-poem also appears on myggeneral poetry blog today.] RT

Another Open Letter to Readers

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Dear Readers,

No poem today, I’m afraid, as I am very unwell. I am still coronavirus-free, though, so hope to be feeling better soon. Meanwhile, I have at least started work on a new poem. 

Creative therapy of any kind is a welcome distraction these days, or course, but it also helps keep my thought processes well-oiled given that 10 years of hormone therapy for my prostate cancer continues to put a spanner in those particular works.😉

Meanwhile, thank goodness vaccines are on the way!

As well as an appointment at the Ear Hospital this week, I also need a PSA test prior to a telephone appointment with my prostate cancer consultant next week. AS I have said before, travelling on public transport, especially the Underground, is more than a little scary now as there are always a few people who do not wear their masks to cover both nose and mouth. Oh well, I can but place myself in the hands of Fate; it cannot do a worse job than certain politicians.

Sometimes, I wake up in the morning and dread having to get up and see my way through another days of the Covid-19 variant which is spreading rapidly across the UK. While I fully support a new lockdown, I am not the only one who thinks it should have come sooner.

To those among us who have lost loved ones to the coronavirus, I can but remind them that love never dies, it stays in the heart forever and will continue to support mind-body-spirit, whatever... No, it's not the same, but something from which I have always taken much comfort over the years... and, yes, I can still hear loved ones whispering in my ear from time to time, and encouraging me to perk up and stay positive, especially when I am feeling poorly... and/or in low spirits.😉

Be kind to one another,

Back soon, hopefully,

Hugs,

Roger

PS Some of you may enjoy accessing the blog archives, found on the right hand side of any blog page.

High Hopes OR Personal Space (All Rights Reserved)

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A new year dawns, and the world gives a huge sigh of relief just to see an end in sight after what has been a 2020 that will never be forgotten by any of us fortunate enough to count ourselves among its survivors. Yet, at what cost?  The physical, mental and economic strain experienced by everyone, in whatever shape or form is likely to make itself felt for years to come. Nor are we out of harm’s way yet, of course, regarding the coronavirus itself. Even so, there is a light enough at the end of the tunnel; we can but follow it, and trust we will survive long enough to see it set us free to move on… the awful events of 2020 notwithstanding. 

“The moving finger writes; and, having writ, moves on: nor all thy piety nor wit shall lure it back to cancel half a line, nor all thy tears wash out a word of it.” - Omar Khayyam 

Here’s wishing everyone a Happier New Year, not least for Covid-19 being all but consigned to history and vaccinations on the way… 

Hugs, 

Roger 

HIGH HOPES or PERSONAL SPACE (ALL RIGHTS RESERVED)

 New year, new start
for those of us who have survived
a coronavirus
attacking the world on all sides
with a vengeance
throughout 2020, and continuing
to cause pain and grief,
only emergency shots in the arm helping
to keep higher hopes alive 

We can but struggle on
in a seemingly alien environment
with access to family
and friends, even neighbours,
limited as never before,
while many among the elderly
and those living alone
waiting on phone calls to help compensate
for a lack of computer skills 

Humanity, likely to escape
annihilation by the skin of its teeth
although, for how long
any lessons learned yet to be seen,
as human nature
resumes a sense of normality;
daggers (still) drawn
without or within this society, that community,
injurious fingers moving on 

Though humanity tell and retell its history as it may,
it’s (each) human heart will have the final say…

Copyright R. N. Taber
[January 1^st 2021]

[Note: This post-poem also appears on my general poetry blog today.] RT

 

 

 

 

Crisis at Christmas OR Love is the Key

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For many readers, it will not be a very happy Christmas Day this year, and for most of us it will be a Christmas break like no other for all the wrong reasons. Even so, there are vaccines on the way so still reason to think positive and look forward to better times in 2021.

Here's my favourite ghosts (from happier times) and I  wishing you all love and peace always, and many thanks for dropping by the blog.

Hugs,

Roger

CRISIS AT CHRISTMAS or LOVE IS THE KEY

Christmas, in a year
with many a tear in many an eye 
for a year that’s seen
so much grief, anger and pain,
yet, also a sense
of being a common humanity
in a world inclined
to view certain differences as weaknesses,
due to its own short sightedness

In a year that has seen
the devastating effects of Covid-19
on world economies
and personal lives, a sense of unity
attempts to rise
above that grief, anger and pain
all but dominating
everyday life, whoever and wherever we are,
any differences notwithstanding 

In times of crisis, people
will often pull together, bridging chasms
between old enemies,
suggesting bigots have second thoughts
asking of religions
that they practise what they preach
in so far as matching
deeds to fine words, embracing peace and love
without either caveat or favour 

For many, Christmas,
among other celebrations, but reinforce
an overwhelming
sense of loss, regret, loneliness, and losing out
in such everyday move
as humanity makes, potentially this way,
potentially that…
now, raising hopes, now (invariably) taking credit
for (inevitably) losing out to ‘Fate’

So, what can we do,
who are left to pick ourselves up, start over?
For a start, never forget
there are such people in the world who care
about others,
will lend a helping hand and see us through
to a kinder end,
while it’s a positive mindset (no weakness) that asks
for help, more likely to find happiness 

There will always be
the good-bad in this world, the happy-sad too;
we can but try
to rise above it all (down to me, down to you)
even compensate
for such evils as humankind may yet do,
let love be the key
to  mind-body-spirit left free to live, let live and let die
if (still) begging the question, "why…?"

 Copyright R. N. Taber 2020

[Note: this post-poem also appears on my general poetry blog today.] RT

(Another) Window on Christmas

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A reader wonders why the Government here are prepared to put people at risk by relaxing Covid-19 safety regulations for Christmas, but not other religious celebrations that have come and gone since the pandemic began. We are, he reminds us, a multicultural society, after all.  A good point, I think, although I do not subscribe to any religion myself other than a feeling for Pantheism.. 

Whatever, we are a common humanity, after all.

Another reader asks for " … at least one more Christmas poem to see us through what may well be a very difficult time for many of us this year.” 

Hopefully, today’s poem may go some way towards satisfying both readers.

Take care, everyone,

Hugs, 

Roger

(ANOTHER) WINDOW ON CHRISTMAS

It’s redbreast’s song bursts on my ears
as at my window I watch snowflakes fall,
missing you so, wishing we could share
such gifts of love as meant for one and all 

In the distance, I can hear bells bringing
tidings meant to fill sad hearts with cheer,
spread thoughts of peace and goodwill
where much of the world left living in fear 

Caught in a window’s wintry reflection,
I watch tearstained faces reach for the sky,
weepy eyes smiling for a moment divine,
as Apollo drops by and blesses us, you and I 

This mind-body-spirit uniting with yours,
though Covid-19 bent on keeping us apart;
love, it makes us one, and all the stronger,
for distance means little to the human heart 

It’s Love’s song, bursting Christmas at its seams
with humanity's dearest desires and dreams…

Copyright R. N. Taber, 2020

[Note: This poem also appears on my general poetry blog today.] RT

Christmas 2020 OR Love Rules ok

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Hi folks, 

Yes, I’m back, still feeling poorly, but managed to write a poem. . 

Not one for sending Christmas cards, I have nevertheless written many a poem in lieu, by way of letting friends know I am thinking of them, blog readers too. 

Coming up with a poem this year has not been easy, its having been the worst many, if not most of us have ever had to endure. Hopefully, it captures something of that love and peace which Christmas celebrates, whether or not in the name of Jesus Christ, albeit I suspect he would approve. For me, Jesus is an outstanding historical figure for whom I have the greatest respect, but have never been able to come to grips with the idea of a personified God. I share the view of the pantheists of old, that God is nature rather than its creator. 

While I respect all world religions, we must simply agree to differ. We are a diverse, common humanity whose differences don't make us different, just human. 

Now that various vaccines are already or potentially on their way, I feel better able to wish you all a Happy Christmas, Covid-19 and Brexit notwithstanding. 

Hugs, 

Roger 

CHRISTMAS 2020 or LOVE RULES OK 

Christmas 2020,
will be as never before,
no carol singers
at anyone’s front door
earning extra pocket money,
hoping for more 

Christmas 2020,
a more subdued occasion,
less decoration
to mark its celebration
with fewer family or friends
able to join in 

Christmas 2020,
will see a relaxing of rules
across the UK
regarding a coronavirus
with no respect for human life
(or Christmas) 

Christmas 2020,
seeing last-ditch Brexit talks
on tenterhooks
lest they should fail,
EU and UK last seen dangling
from the same nail

 Christmas 2020,
empty chairs at its grand feast,
in remembrance
of favourite ghosts
to whom we’ll raise our glasses
and give toasts 

Christmas 2020,
whatever our religion (or none)
we can but agree
it’s l-o-v-e rules OK
in offering gifts of comfort and joy,
come what may

 Copyright R. N. Taber 2020

[Note: For those of you who visit both poetry blogs, this post-poem will also appear on mygeneral gay  blog today.]

Looking on the Bright(er) Side

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We are all waking to another day of Covid-19, although hopeful that any approved vaccine will reach us and loved ones in time,before mortality strikes any devastating blow. Should it come too late, as for some of us it inevitably will, let our tears be joy as well as grief, celebrating a life and our having been a part of it.

LOOKING ON THE BRIGHT(ER) SIDE

Seagulls crying,
tide coming in fast, anxious
to offer consolation 

Breaks in clouds,
a sunbeam breaking through,
hinting at a kinder day 

A little light rain
as if to refresh a troubled Earth,
feed its hopes for spring 

Skylarks, flocking
to new habitats, but continuing
sing us into wintry dawns 

Humanity, waking
to yet another day of living fearful
of Covid-19 coronavirus 

Tears, for loved one
spirited away on wings of mortality
to nests of remembrance 

Nature, an example
to us all in persevering, keep looking
on the bright(er) side

 Copyright R. N. Taber, 2020

 [Note: this post-poem also appears on my general poetry blog today.]  RNT

Forgiven

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Today’s (new) poem was inspired by a tale of two old friends of mine, lovers for years, having made it up after a nasty tiff; the tiff itself, probably made all the worse by the tension we are all feeling during this awful pandemic.

 FORGIVEN

A masked man sat near me
in a bar, and social distancing with his body
while getting up close
with wide blue eyes dispensing with any need
for words 

I found myself listening to eyes
enabling words of love to pierce cloth ears,
invade my personal space,
take my heart prisoner, be sure I catch the sob
in its voice 

Any resistance on my part, futile
from the start, those eyes long since engraved
on a mind-body-spirit
regretting harsh words spoken in the rising heat
of a moment 

As I swam in those beautiful eyes,
waves lapping intimately at all parts of me,
it was like a homecoming,
all your senses and mine embracing a missed-you
kind of greeting 

The masked man drained his glass,rose
and headed for the exit without looking back,
nor was there any need;
four eyes had said all there was to say, two bodies
left on love to feed 

Back home, masks off, in a bubble
of comfortable silence, we ate a meal abandoned
in rage, now forgotten,
tucking in, confident of glorious days ahead for our
having been forgiven

Copyright R. N. Taber 2020

Take care, folks, and try not to let Covid stress get to you even if looking on the bright(er) side of life requires peering through an emotional fog to find it,

Hugs,

Roger 

[Note a gay-friendly married couple insisted I post this poem on my general blog as well today on the grounds that "It will probably ring a bell with couples worldwide, gay or straight ...]

Nature, Mentor

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/R._N._Taber

 Another new poem today if only by way of my making (some) progress in warding off depression; it is an old enemy of mine, depression, and poetry has always proven more effective that any antidepressant. 

 Hopefully, dear readers, the end product will be of some comfort to you during these hard times as writing it has been for me.

 NATURE, MENTOR

A fat thrush flew to my window sill
from a branch of an old oak tree,
one of several guardians keeping watch
over house and garden, peered at me
and cocked its head to one side, possibly
curious about its reflection in the glass
or perhaps wondering why a human being
slumped in an armchair doesn’t spread wings,
take to the air, shrug off dull care 

The thrush flew off, and I lost count
of leaves torn away from the tree
by an autumnal breeze letting the world
know its intent to unsettle nature
and human nature simply because it can,
no other reason than that, and I’m left
envying a thrush for being able to go about
daily life in much the same way as it always has
and always will, no worries 

When next I looked, a squirrel squinted
back at me as if amazed that anyone
would prefer to slump in an old armchair
on a fresh, sunny day, winter on its way,
all the greater reason to be up and about,
nature not ready to go to sleep just yet,
swallows flown south and tortoises dozing
but Earth Mother insists we must put a show on,
not a full cast, better than none 

The tree, it returned squirrel to its heart
with a leap and a bound, out of sight
if not out of mind, and I fancy I can hear
Apollo’s lyre, urging me to get on with life,
no matter a coronavirus imposing chaos,
take my cue from nature, carry on regardless;
though it may sometimes be in short supply,
there’s joy to be had in the simplest, everyday task,
that cannot be hid behind a mask 

Wherever Covid-19 would strike humanity down,
be sure its mind-body-spirit will see us rise again

Copyright R. N. Taber
(October 21^st 2020) 

Take care and stay safe, folks,

Hugs, 

Roger

[Note: For those readers who dip into both blogs, this poem also appears on my gay-interest poetry blog today.]

Love in our Time

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/R._N._Taber 

Several readers have emailed to ask if my new collection will be a combination of gay-interest and general poems, as my others have been. The answer is yes, it will, although I am still unsure whether either of two publishers who have expressed an interest will take it on or whether I will need to self-publish again. In the past, publishers have made it clear that they don’t like the idea of general and gay-interest poetry under one cover; presumably, they don’t see it as commercially viable.  However, I will always insist on including both, partly because I think there is a demand out there among those who enjoy reading poetry, but also because we are living in a more enlightened age now, coronavirus notwithstanding.

Hopefully, the world is finally waking up to the fact that there is more to a person than his or her gender or sexuality, and see stereotyping for the fake news it is.

Meanwhile …

These are hard times for all of us, not least as it would appear that Covid-19 cases are on the rise again worldwide. A welcome distraction today, though, by way of a new poem, inspired by my hearing about two old friends, once lovers, reunited after years apart. Oh, but I so love a happy ending, and wish them all that's bright and beautiful in what, for many of us, can be a dark, ugly world. Me? I just take each day as it comes and try to keep looking on the bright(er) side of life ... 'try' being the operative word as often as not these days. <<wry bardic grin>>

LOVE IN OUR TIME

No kissing, no hugs,
even between we old flames
at a chance encounter
long after any letters returned,
love all but spurned

Covid-19, however,
demanded we at least pause, chat,
no more than that, maybe
a brief, innocent wander down 
old Memory Lane...?

Recalling happier days,
brought us close again, let us
escape the loneliness
we'd both been attacked by lately,
gay bars left empty

At a tree trunk we shared
a take-away meal, a few beers,
fighting back any tears
for all we'd meant to each other,
(nothing left to recover?)

No Covid to blame either,
but two young fools dead scared
of missing out on what life's
all about, not up for settling down,
no thought to being alone 

Time’s up, we're leaving,
elbows knocking on weepy hearts
crying out in pain, scared,
of being so misunderstood yet again,
just as it's starting to rain

We parted, my ex and I,
even managed to say "Goodbye";
no intention of looking back,
but slump shoulders told tales on me,
a tap on mine, oh, ecstasy! 

Without a word spoken,
we went into a hug-cum-bubble;
burst though it yet may do,
we'll see (whatever) through together 
for (still) loving each other

Copyright R. N. Taber 2020

even between old flames

on a chance encounter

after years of letters returned,

email advances spurned

 

Covid-19, however

let us pause for a chat, nothing

more than that, it’s true,

but enough to enable us to dally

on old Memory Lane

 

Recalling happier days,

brought us close again, let us

escape the loneliness

we’d both been attacked by lately,

even Soho less friendly

 

We grabbed a free table,

shared a meal and a few beers,

letting fall a tear or two

for times like no other, lost forever,

nothing left to recover

 

No coronavirus to blame,

but a pair of fools, scared off by

the idea of settling down,

wanting to see the world, no thought

to ever ending up alone

 

Time’s up, early closing,

everyone leaving, we’re the last

elbows knocking, feelings

screaming out in pain, scared of being

abandoned all over again

 

We parted, my ex and I,

even said a shaky “Goodbye, friend.”

before walking on, no intention

of looking back, but a slumped shoulder,

rose to the occasion

 

Without a word spoken,

we rushed into a big hug-cum-bubble

and burst, though it may well do,

we’ll see the coronavirus through together

just for loving each othermany years apart. Here's wishing them a truly Happy Ending.