Thursday, 24 September 2009

The Gentle Poet

'Gentle Thoughts' From Visual Counterpoint

No sound is more memorable than silence,
No view is more valuable than insight,
No touch is gentler than the one that can reach
Into the silence and hear the music,
Into the darkness and see the light,
Then create songs that sing through the night.

Let me take you through the silence,
Let me take you through the night,
Let the dream you have now reach out,
Into the silence and play your tune,
Into the darkness and paint your picture,
Then create a broad way without stricture.

‘I will be what I will be’ shall be my cry,
I seek what has always lain within me,
I hold myself silently and in darkness,
Into the magic of music I now play my tune,
Into the darkness I throw my light,
Then create thoughts that illuminate the night.


I am still unable to post using Firefox and this is posted with the aid of AOL and its' new desktop that I am only now beginning to be able to navigate.

It took me a lifetime to realise that as hard as I try to catch up with time it will always be beyond me and to touch the future is only a dream that I have in the present, held in the past and hope the future continues to hold for those that would follow.

Wednesday, 23 September 2009

The Flowery Diadem of Frost

'Frost Flower' From Visual Counterpoint

He comes in darkness and lays a shroud,
Over the last breath of summer,
As if the heavens have fallen through the night,
And carpeted the earth with starlight.
Soon after dawn he must depart,
Leaving behind only tears,
Under the insistent silent gaze
Of an autumnal sun’s morning rays.

'The Children Must Sleep' From Visual Counterpoint

He will return and as nights grow longer,
He stays dancing with a winter sun,
As if the stars have now conquered the day,
And provide music for the earth to play,
Bright shining chords pierce the cold air,
Fingers drum a pattern to be frozen in time,
She also sings a lullaby with words soft and deep,
This late in the year her children must sleep,

'A Clear Path for Spring' From Visual Counterpoint

He finally departs leaving a clear path for spring,
Who held her breath as she watched him dance,
As if he held the heavens within his hand,
And spread them over a sleeping land,
Like seeds that would grow to shine on earth,
Under a light seen both night and day,
She calls him to dance the final waltz with her,
Under magical moonlight the coldest heart will stir.

'The Last Waltz' From Visual Counterpoint

I have now realised that anyone viewing my journal with Internet Explorer will have my photographs cropped. I have no idea why this is happening. It has nothing to do with Blogger or Picassa so I have no way of correcting it.

If you wish to view my photographs as I posted them please use another browser like Firefox.

My website is now

I post photographs there that do not appear on any of my journals and they can be seen full screen.

As we let summer take a well earned sleep and welcome autumn to wake us with a call to prepare for winter to weave the spirit that will bring spring; look up and see the stars that wait patiently for us to grow beyond our cradle on Earth.

Monday, 21 September 2009

When the Sky Falls Fly Higher

'When the sky falls' From Visual Counterpoint

Life holds an alarm that all will hear,
When every other has been disregarded,
When reason has finally been discarded,
And death’s touch reaches too near,
When the fight to merely breathe will begin,
Will you understand the reason why?
Will you surrender your air to the sky?
And give life for the future to win.

The horizon holds the earth and sky,
Within a line drawn beyond our sight,
By a power holding both day and night
With every moment that must pass by,
Yet nothing of any worth will be lost,
All will be weighed and measured,
The least valued will be treasured,
While lovers of money pay the cost.

Bells ring for a marriage between two,
Time stands still while the promise is made,
That nothing in the future will ever fade
The love the present holds so new,
Let only one bell be tolled for the past,
And leave revenge lost in the solitary tone,
That strikes a chord yet stands alone,
For an eternal love that will last.

No variants played ever sound the same,
Yet all hold the theme that stands alone,
To tell everyone of a single throne,
That would seek only justice not fame.
Listen to the music and you will hear,
Sound captured within Time’s frame,
Playing deep thoughts without shame,
To last longer than any shallow fear.

The final rhythm is for all to find,
The breath of life holds every beat,
Accented by victory and defeat,
Speaking the mystery within every mind,
Knowledge is insufficient for the light,
That wisdom will claim for its’ own,
And eventually show it has always known,
The result of this eternal fight.

When the sky falls; fly higher than the clouds,
Where the sun and stars will always shine,
With warmth that is both yours and mine,
And tear asunder the weeping shrouds,
Then speak with words that are understood,
By those that have journeyed afar,
Following their own personal star,
That sang through the rings of one tree in the wood.

'Fly higher than any cloud' From Visual Counterpoint

I would like everyone who has followed this journal to know that I have finally obtained a domain name for my website at~


It has been a tough road to walk so far and I do not expect it to become any easier, but if the going gets too rough I may learn to fly...

Monday, 14 September 2009

Wandering Wonder

'Just Passing Through' From Visual Counterpoint

The morning mist wanders over the water,
While a September sun rises to reach the surface
Between earth and sky, then touch every hope
Before summer must die.

Where is the purpose of such an aimless life?
Drifting on winds of chance that only hold hope
Between earth and sky, yet touching neither
Before the past must die.

Dawn holds the key that will open the door,
With a light that will show a way to the surface
Between earth and sky, with a touch that tells
Where the future must lie.

'Dawn on the Water' From Visual Counterpoint

Friday, 11 September 2009

So Near Yet So Far

I have no suitable photograph to accompany these words that I send across the pond to those that grieve the loss of innocent life eight years ago.
I am sure no one will have any difficulty in recalling such a vivid scene.
If my words give any comfort or even better hope for a better world then I will have accomplished more than I ever dream is possible...

No time brings us closer than birth and death,
To a moment that holds the thread of life
Gently, while Damocles’ knife
Hangs over the first and last breath.

Does a baby dream while it soundly sleeps
Of the place that gives all life a start?
When life surrenders what place keeps
The dreams that echo a faithful heart?

No time holds us closer than the beginning and end,
To a moment that keeps safe every life’s dream,
But every moment is destined to send
Each true thought on a separate light beam.

My thoughts are with my friends today.

Wednesday, 9 September 2009

Mute Beauty


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Carly has asked for a photograph from our archives.

I have not only uncovered the past pictures but also revived the thoughts that they hold for me.

For extra credit I need to tell why I took the photographs and the difficulty I encountered.

What came first?

The photographs or the thoughts that are now written in words?

Time holds the truth and I leave you to reach for the key and turn it in the lock.

And see more than these pictures and words can ever portray.

For then will sight be restored to the blind and the deaf will hear.

'Mute Beauty' 'From Let the end try the man

This beauty is silent yet sings a song,
That water carries on moving waves,
Giants sleep through a night far too long,
For the warmth of the sun that saves.

Some may never see this natural call,
Some may not survive the longest night,
But all will in time finally fall,
So they may stand after the fight.

Silence holds eternity’s key,
Where music plays throughout all time,
Meanwhile nature speaks to you and me,
As she can only do now, in mime.

'For some the sun's return willl be too late' From Let the end try the man

''Life from death' From Let the end try the man

I do not seek any credit for my photographs or my words because they are both free to anyone that would seek a moment in time and look beyond the scene for more than thought can hold.
Please note I have posted this entry using my laptop that does not have AOL loaded on it.
I am still finding difficulty in using AOL Desktop and therefore have a severe problem in retrieving and answering mail.

I would now like to thank anyone who takes the time to comment on this post and offer my sincere apologies that I cannot do so in a more personal manner.

Tuesday, 8 September 2009

Unable to understand

Please note I am unable to navigate AOL Desktop and find retrieving my email almost impossible. The flashing adverts on the side bar as I try to read the mail list quite honestly finishes me off.
I have no idea what I am going to do now. All I do know is that this new desktop gives me too much stress and I will not accept it.

I shall not be answering any comments, as I cannot face the pain it will cause me.

I thank everyone now for their comments on my journal and wish you all the best.

A Good Night to all

'The night holds every shadow' From Visual Counterpoint

A new moon rises to rule the sky,
As night falls on the many shadows that lie
Waiting, while the earth turns from the sun,
Waiting while the day’s work is done,
Waiting to become part of a whole,
Where darkness holds an eternal soul
Safe within the memory of everlasting light,
And carries all the courage unseen in the fight.

Look into darkness and learn to see again,
Like the blind feel the gently falling rain,
Touch moments that pass and leave your mark,
Remember all are without sight in the dark,
So sing with a voice that is clear and true,
And the music that plays will always echo you,
Fly on the crest of the wave of every sweet air,
Dive to the depths that only the brave dare.

Here is a place where we may finally learn,
The truth for which every soul must yearn,
A dark night holds the light from the stars,
And enables us to look through the bars
Of our cradle on earth and imagine more,
Even try to touch what the future has in store,
Here is our home, from which we must fly,
Beyond a moon that would rule our sky.

Sunday, 6 September 2009

A Legacy

Another photograph of a tree with a song of the legacy we inherit and the one we will leave behind.

I have added this to Ellipsis Monday Photo Shoot, as I hope this will compensate for my absence.

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'Born to reflect light' From Visual Counterpoint

There is no better legacy to the future than a dream,

Woven from the thoughts held by a mind that is free,

There is no better eulogy to the past than the faith,

That we learn the lessons left in its' footprints and see,

There is no better legacy for the present to grasp,

Than the truth that lives forever and will always be,

There is no better dream ever forged in the dark,

Than the one that holds eternity's key.


I posted this with my laptop that does not have AOL loaded because I did not want to face another battle with AOL Desktop on my main computer.

I could not find a way to copy and paste the song from Word and was forced to write it out again on blogger word for word (sorry for the pun).

This Internet Explorer is now exhausted!

The Tree

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Carly has given us the subject of trees this week and although I am still unable to go out with my camera to get new photographs I have been able to illustrate the song I have written with one picture I have not yet posted taken in Delamere Forest, Cheshire, England. The other two have appeared on my website.
Which came first?
The photographs if you only think in terms of time; the song if you look beyond the horizon.

'A Gentle Giant' From Visual Counterpoint

A crown held aloft by life alone,
Rests on rings that time has grown,
A canopy that captures sunlight’s store,
Stands to shade the forest floor,
A gentle giant in silence will seek,
To protect and nurture the small and weak,
A single thought of love held high,
Must inherit the light that falls from the sky.

'Sunset silhouettte' From Visual Counterpoint

Such a life is strong even in death,
And carries the future on past breath,
Such a light captured must always live,
As selflessness will always give,
Such a giant that will stand to show,
The way the light calls us all to grow,
Such a thought as this held high,
Must speak to the world with the last sigh.
'Sheer Fantasy' From Visual Counterpoint

The smoke will rise from the funeral pyre,
No eyes will have ever seen such a fire,
The signals will be sent through the rings of time,
No ears will have ever heard the bells that chime,
The earth will cry for without her tears,
No life can survive the worst of its’ fears,
The silence that carries this message to the sky,
Must speak for the world so love may never die.


This entry is very late because I have been offline while Rob put Vista on my computer in the hope that many of the problems I have will be solved.

I have now inherited another headache! Apparently I must now have AOL Desktop and I am having great difficulty navigating it. I have yet to find out how to have two windows open at the same time so posting this has been a long drawn out affair, as I could not hold Blogger and Picasa simultaneously on this new desktop!