George Howard

Swim fish, swim! swim for your life!
The fisherman's coming you're tea for his wife!
Swim fish, swim! your fastest yet,
You must swim quickly, to avoid his big net!
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By GeorgeHoward 05.2010
Epochs tumble into the hedgerows of time,
Leaving me gasping, memories of loves sublime.
Of friendships true as Eros’ arrows, timeless bonds.
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I lost a love tonight
I am rent asunder!
No crueller words ‘Et tu, Brute? ’
I have taken her staff
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She was a Lancashire lass born and bred,

Pleasing to the eye, destined to the mills, it is said.
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When it seems your life has 'bottomed out',
When it seems like love can't seek you out,
When everything you try, falls through,
When every road you take, hits 'dead end'.
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'Tis the morn, a dawn of a new age born,
An age without prejudice, hate or scorn,
The age for friendship, for science of care.
A time to be green a time to beware.
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r swells, born from frustration, tinged with anger,
And circled with pain and helplessness,
Springs forth o'er cheek and another then yet another,
A piteous sound, a cry not for help, but of selfish emotion,
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Can I tell you a secret? Can I open my heart?
Can I trust you forever? Even tho we may part,
Would you lay down your life? As I would do mine!
Regardless of happenings, regardless of time!
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over the ice, over the snow,
faster and faster and faster we go
missing the rock, the branch and the tree
feeling the surge of excitement, with glee
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Could you ride the Stallions of time?
Could you chase the Goblins of rhyme?
Catch the tail of the serpent of ages,
Fight the demons, surviving their rages!
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By GeorgeHoward 08.2010

She never got on with the ‘Wembley look’
Somehow the hat, well it never quite stuck,
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He looked around him, the photographs, the music, his life.
Searching for answers, he looked at his kids and his wife.
He thought of the things that he’d done the good deeds and bad.
Remembering the help he’d given, in times of need, made him sad.
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I sat, the leaves whispering delicate incantations overhead,
A peace, not a silence, but an ancient wisdom washing over me.
A peace, born out of knowledge of battles, pains and torments.
Saturated in the walls, the earth, ages, and space.
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I wibble and wobble an tremble along,
Don’t look at me sideways, I’ll do you no wrong
I’ve just got to get there, no! Really I must!
If I stop in the sun, I’ll turn into a crust!
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Oh to hear again the early morning call,
See the dawn breaking in the distant sky,
The soft tread down the hall 'n' out the door.
The 'Tick! Tick! ' of the bicycle wheel, at the start of the journey.
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The sun, once more awakening dawn choristers.
Songbirds, sweet music, to make the genius composer weep.
Strolling once more down lanes, sentries of Hawthorn and Privet.
Now in uniforms new, garbs in shades of emerald.
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Jimmy sat on ‘his’ public bench, a smile on his face.
The sun shone down now, of the cold, no longer a trace.
The faces passed by, some taking him in, some full of scorn.
Many passing judgement, without knowing, a few torn,
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I stopped and stooped the other day,
I don’t know why, I’m sorry I just can’t say!
I held a daisy in my hand; it looked so small and fragile,
And then, as if not seen before, it did beguile
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If time does catch you by the elbow, do you turn?
No! Cast your mind onto the sea of future.
Set sail for unknown ports, across life's oceans.
Be not afraid of what's left behind! Face the beast Present.
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I walked in her shadow unseen and unknown,
I watched her move softly with grace all alone,
My heart dancing quickstep, in presence not,
I surround her, I follow, I enter her sleep,
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