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the dark place

gingerjon

master brummie
I have been to this place of Rods it took some time to switch on the light

Why cant you hear

I have been to this place of darkness
Asking my brain to get out of this mess
In this darkness am I forever lost
To reach the light what will it cost
No place to go but pacing the floor
Not able to see or get past the locked door
The throb of my heart is all I can hear
How can I stop this terrible fear
Unable to breathe gasping for air
Wishing for some one to listen and care
Sweat pours from me, not of heat but fear
I have been calling out for help, cant you hear
Why do these calls always falls on a deaf ear
I need your help why cant you hear
 
My God John that's so desperately sad - Went through that myself years ago - my dear friend Canon Harrington was living in England at the time filling in as chaplain to the present Queen while the other on holiday - He wrote me many letters - One quote:

"I am shocked and disapointed at the setback and the heavy burden you have to bear. . . . I ask you now Beryl as a friend of longstanding now, to do all you can to strengthen the spiritual side of life. The older I get the more I reallize we are surrounded by the strange spiritual world around us where God reign's supreme, there are countless signs for anyone who has an eye to see or the ear to hear. Try to realize God's. concern for us all and his power and strength to sustain us in our problems. He can do it - no doubt about that. I hope and pray now that God will give you the spiritual strength when you need it greatly" He enclosed Annie Johnson Flints poem. God has promised - These are the last four lines

Grace for the trials
Help from above
Unfailing sympathy
Undying love
 
I dont think any one can hear me

You have now realised my inner fears
My words and pleas have fallen on deaf ears
What can I do now if you ignore my call
That locked door as become a brick wall
Why cant you listen and give me a little hope
Do you like to see me on this slippery slope
Listen to me, this illness you can not catch
You can open the door just lift the latch
We only need to sit and talk, face to face
Now on my own I cant put up a fight
I just need someone to switch on the light
 
An Answer In The Dark

I hear you John I really do
I understand what it means to you
On this subject I often dwell
Im in the same prison, just a different cell
Invisible to all that pass
Perhaps our words are not of the right class
But take heart, there are many that care
This is a promise with you I share
I may not speak all those words that need to be said
Your not alone, cast aside your dread.
 
Think Rod has given you the perfect answer to your poem - also keeping its natural rhythm and rhyme
 
Night and Day
The inky darkness of the approaching night
Brings to me the feelings that bring fright
No sleep to bring to me comfort of rest
The hours tick by putting me to the test
Silence envelops the world outside
Just a dark room with nowhere to hide
Morning still many hours away
Insidious thoughts causing taught nerves to fray
Throwing the windows open wide
To listen to that silence from outside
Hours slip by till the dawn chorus begins
Darkness now slipping away
Rising rays of the sun brings hope of a new day
Moving from the darkness into new daylight
Hoping to start this new day with out fear or fright
Moving between darkness and light
Bringing to each day a new fight
 
I have been to that dark place again with help from my wife June there is a glimmer in the dark

Another Mask
The watery tears that fall onto my cheeks
Washed away the mask I had worn for weeks
I sitting here all alone in this mortal fear
Thinking have I lost your love my dear
Loneliness, are these frightening thoughts
Days and nights thinking of all sorts
I watch you all enjoying this web site
While contemplating my miserable plight
As I sit here on the corner of my bed
Trying to make good thoughts in my head
Left her with this soggy washed of mask
I will write you a poem and take you to task
Have some thoughts for the likes of me
Yes I am that one you never seem to see
And yes there are many out there of my ilk
Who cant turn a pigs ear into silk
So when you are passing on your good cheers
Pass some on to the likes of, my dears

OH and by the way a Merry Christmas to you all
 
To go into the dark with a light is to know the light.
To know the dark go in the dark without a light
And find that the dark too, blooms and sings,
And is traveled by dark feet and dark wings
 
A Collection of Thoughts

When walls come tumbling down ~ all around ~ Your healings are taking place ~ for eternities sake ~ Immortality will rise ~ before long it will be ~ When a moment transpires within ~ It is in earnest desire ~ Grab it while you can ~ that moment may never show it's reflection again ~ as you start sifting ~ through past selections... The future is reaching ~ through all it's needless bruising ~ Our souls are all aging.
 
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