They Come On

They come on
In little bits and pieces
As a suggestion and a little nag
That pokes and jab at you;

It is as though they’re saying,
‘Time to take heed and watch out’
We may come for you
All over again (if you’re not careful);

They continue to tease you
Making you itch a little
Through light irritation
Sometimes a little bit more;

Then they come in patches:
That is when we know
We need to keep watch and maybe
Start examining and making change;

Still bearable it seems
We console ourselves
Poking at the little patches
Thinking it would go away;

Then they start their full assault
Taking over (your) control
Leaving you in drapes and
Perhaps in bewilderment and regret;

Then you may ask yourself,
Did you not take heed and
Take precautionary measures?

Maybe the host is not strong:
Not as strong as he thinks he is
Not as in control as he likes to be
Not as clever as he seeks to be;

Maybe the fall began
In winter twenty one six.

The Sorry Man

Oh for all the gold in the world
He could not put up with this:

To sail the ship
He pushes hard
To let it traverse the waters
He uses all his strength;

For all that sails
He makes it happen
With heart and soul
He continues on;

The currents are against him
The tides will him not
The waves do not sympathize
Nothing flows in his favour;

Oh lovely breeze!
Companion of the brave hearted!

It be good to blow him a kiss
To carress his weather worn face
To tell him she loves him
Let him know it is all not for nought!

Yet all is lost at sea
When she tells him not
Pays no tribute to him
Blows no love for him;

Oh for all the gold in the world
He could not put up with this!


(Here’s another post on the dramatisation and romanticisation of military life: this time it is about a young lieutenant and a private. Nothing too romantic, perhaps just a little underlying tension here and there. Hope you will enjoy it, it took all of three minutes haha.)

A young lieutenant shakes his head and says “no” with an explanation –
Not knowing that his adolescence within the military stands him in poor ground
Up against a young(er) private who stands firm on his feet with a thinking mind and
A wit sharper than any sword of honour the infantry army could provide;

You cannot blame the young lieutenant (to be honest):
He does not know what he is up against and he is definitely clueless
About the arsenal of ideas and words that are floating about behind enemy lines
Ready to be thrown to the frontline to take down any and all possible defences;

There was no fight nor open fire:
The private conceded the battle at the clash

But walked away knowing he had won the war.

Walking Out / The War

(a quick one before bed; J series)


I really wanted to unpack my things and put them down,
My bag was packed and I was all ready to go,
But i really didn’t have the desire to step out that door,
If you would turn around and call for me I would stay; 

I don’t know –
I was a little worried I wouldn’t see you again,
That all that comfort and ease of the past time,
Would all suddenly be out of reach and just a memory; 

I really wasn’t keen on walking out,
Cos that would mean the start of the clash of will,
The challenge that would sustain for the time being,
One week of intense combat of courage and strength; 

The war has begun –
First shots have been fired and the first valley taken,
The intensity of the maiden battle begs for more,
The mind and body is stimulated and the soul wants more;

Has the time past been left in the dust with the walking out?

Or will we survive and make it back to where we started,
To make the first move in this other battle – never to again be parted?