Elaine Battersby Poems
|5.||My Brother Tom||3/20/2012|
|7.||A Man Of His Time||4/28/2012|
|12.||Different Life, S||3/4/2012|
|14.||War And Peace||4/10/2014|
|17.||Here And There||4/13/2014|
|18.||You Are The Rainbow In My Cloud||5/5/2015|
|28.||Voice Of Truth||2/5/2012|
Voice Of Truth
A voice of truth, of reason,
speaks out with splendid clarity,
dismissed by raised newspapers and turned heads.
Indifferent to his words his truth.
oh, for the openness of unfenced paddocks,
which tempt the flight of mind and spirit.
Freeing us to be, to feel.
To fulfil our deepest, wildest dreams and desires,
without remorse or fear.
Raising us up, for up, onto a higher plain
of limitless possibilities, beauty and creativity.
Grasping the meaning of life, of love.
My grandma, before she was dead.
Naught wrong with world, it's people in it.
I think you could say, it's the same today,
As it was of yesterdays.
Isn't it a mess,
Oh what a shame,
Everywhere you look,
It all seems the same.