Poems 2

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Life is but a lesson

Which we have to learn.

Then heavenwards we fly

As our old bodies burn.

©Ray White 2006


I saw a man today

Who looked the other way.

He did not want to care,

His love he could not share.

©Ray White 2006


Forty years without -

No time to give my love

Those girls, they walk away

As I struggle, confused, in doubt

Forty years without -

Through pride, fear of rejection

I stand aside and wait

Lost in hesitation

Forty years without -

No chance to hold and treasure

No hope to give the love within

Or share sweet human pleasure

Phone boxes and lurid cards

Madames, stained sheets and condoms

And Mistress Susie trying, tying, to assuage

A pain so soft, so hard

Forty years without -

I wait and wait for you

And now you stand before me

So perfect and so true

A loving glance, a smiling face

A kiss, a warm embrace

And now to you I’ll give

My forty years of love within

©Ray White 2006


There is only one Beauty,

The same on every face,

One Truth, not changing,

That form of perfect Grace.

©Ray White 2006


[This poem illustrates the Chinese Han concept the Yin and Yang, where Yin is maleness or light and Yang is female or dark, although some may prefer to reverse the darkness and the light. The universe keeps these opposing forces in a dynamic balance.]

What makes a man?

It is a woman, only a woman.

For without a woman

We would not know what a man was.

But with a woman by his side, we know.

Then we can see the difference,

For we need light to show the darkness

And darkness to appreciate the light.

But what makes the man?

It is the woman.

Apart they are broken, incomplete.

But together, they become one;

A complete person.

©Ray White 2006


The once pure blue sky, without air, turns to black

And the sweetest of water becomes wormwood.

Suffocating, drowning, in our greed and folly

We bring upon ourselves

The judgement of God,

Executed by the machines of Man.

©Ray White 2006


[The last line of this poem shouldn't be viewed as a threat. It merely indicates that the symbiotic relationship between men and women, which was universal before the modern age, will almost certainly return, should our civilisation fail.]

I am Man, reviled as killer and rapist,

Innocent, but guilty by virtue of my kind.

But have you not forgotten our past,

And what may return as our future?

When I protected you from wolf and bear,

Made shelter beneath darkening skies?

Saving us from the evil that would take us

And holding you in a bond of love?

I did not make me, nature equipped me,

And you, to fight that battle of survival.

Remember, beloved, ‘civilisation’ is fleeting

And, one day, you may need Man again.

©Ray White 2006