Angels & Devils Poem by John Howard Davies

ANGELS & DEVILS
by John Howard Davies 8th. November 2016




ANGELS FLY AND DEVILS CURSE
FROM WHERE I AM IT CAN'T GET WORSE
I ALWAYS THOUGHT MY LIFE CAME FIRST
UNTIL I GOT MY DREAMS DISBURST

ROCKS OF AGES GROUND TO DUST
IRON PROMISES REDUCED TO RUST
IN TIME AND GOD, I HAVE NO TRUST
BUT LIVE WITH THEM, ALAS I MUST

AS ICE OF AGE CREEPS SLOWLY IN
CHILLING ME AND MY BLOOD SO THIN
NEW DAYS AND HOPES CANNOT BEGIN
WITHOUT THE WILL AND THRUST TO WIN

EMPTY STAGES ONCE FULLY SET
NOW DROWN IN SORROWS TEAR STAINED WET
NO SPARK OF LIFE OR LOVER YET
WHAT YOU SEE IS WHAT YOU GET

ARRANGEMENTS CARRIED OUT IN STYLE
WITH THAT OLD FAMILIAR SMILE
MAKING HAY FOR SOME SHORT WHILE
AS UP THOSE MISSING WISHES PILE

LONELY NIGHTS IN CHILLI SHEETS
LISTENING TO YOUR OWN HEARTBEAT
COWING DOWN TO LIFES DEFEAT
THAT'S LEFT YOU EMPTY AND INCOMPLETE

OH THOSE GHOSTS THAT FILL MY NIGHTS
IN AND OUT OF MY MINDS EYE SIGHT
ME THERE THINKING THAT THEY JUST MIGHT
MAKE MY WRONGS SEEM MOSTLY RIGHT

TREADING MEMORIES FADING FAST
PRAYING THAT THEY'LL STAY AND LAST
THIS UNKNOWN AND IMPOSSIBLE TASK
THAT NOW IS CALLED MY CHECKERD PAST.