SHADOWS OF THE PAST

There’s a place down deep inside me
Where I mingles with me past
Where the spirits of me fathers share their light
And I often drowns me mind there
And if you do it friend,--- you’ll find there
All the wisdom of your fathers
And their wonderful insight.
It’s like when a drop of water
Falls in a vat of wine
It takes the colour and the essence of that drink
Now in the darkness of the dawn
My descendants who are yet unborn
Are coming down to me to take a drink
They want to suck me brain for knowledge
Or some wisdom what I’ve gained
But it’s got me how they know just where to look
I mean, I’m a bloody no one
Just a shadow from their past
Unless of course me words get in a book.........S-word

You are so gifted, love reading your work

Thank you. Gifted being the operative word.

I’ve never got a penny can’t seem to save a cent
The odd times that I get a quid it’s very quickly spent
But that’s the way I like it, no possessions means no stress
The few things that I’m forced to own, if I loose them then I guess
I’ve lived without them once before, I can do it once agen
Then only things I really needs, is me solitude, pad and pen

Don’t get me wrong I’m not some mug who thinks that he can write
But any time I calls me own, doesn't matter, day or night
You’ll find me at me table sitting here with pen in hand
Scribbling out some flamin’ rubbish, and trying to understand
How a man can sit here writing words and even without trying
Jot down me thoughts then read ‘em and find all the lines are rhyming

For instance just an hour ago I was sitting here and pondering
When from the north then the south there came this distant rumbling
And then me mind goes sort of blank, and something moves me arm
And I don’t try to stop it, cos it never does no harm
Then words appear as I sit and write, not taking no great notice
But then I reads what written here below, when me mind comes back in focus.

To the north of us and to the south the thunders pealed and lightning's flashed
While up above the sky was clear, not a single cloud hung in the air
The night was clear, not a breath of breeze
And starlight flickered through the trees
While all around the wild storm surged
And what did you do? You got the urge
To sit and write this stupid poem
When you should prepare for the coming storm
So when you see the damage done by your apathy and stupor
You might just learn a thing or two that’ll help you in the future.”

Well, it gets me mind to thinking, I’m not to turn me back
On a lesson from me teacher, nah! me past has taught me that
And I thinks, well yeah, there’s many folks what live in many lands
Where conflicts rage around em and it’s gettin’ outta hand
And they builds themselves an island. You know? A little dome of peace
Where they think the storm won’t hit ‘em, like fools they think they're safe

But the storm clouds gather closer then the lightning and the fire
Invade their dome of safety, and they’ve nowhere else to hide.
So I makes myself a mental note and thanks the spirit deep within
For his insight and his knowledge, and for sharing his wisdom
And I now make preparation for the great storm soon to come
I know we can’t avoid it, but we’ll come through it me and mum

Yeah, you can keep your gold and silver and all the diamonds in this land
Cos there comes a time in every life, and I don’t give a damn
How much gold or wealth you’ve got, or what position you have gained
They’ll be useless in that time of stress, better if you’d filled your brain
With the wisdom of the ages the most precious thing all
Cos he’s the one what saves you mate, while all around you thousands fall..........S-word.

First poem was an interesting read, interesting with the use of I and Me put differently from how you write it nowadays, but still it made it nice to read. Second poem is very nice written too, though I don't like one of the last sentences;

"and I don't give a damn." Although it is your poem and your way of expression. Both poems are interesting to read in their own ways.