Wednesday, 4 November 2009

WASP

Now
Would you help

The wasp
That flounders
Struggling
In the jar of rain

Or
Would you watch

His life expire
Never to fly
Once
Again


Could he rest upon your finger
Would he sting you with His
Pain


If he flew
Would he tell God
You saved
His life

Whisper
Your
Name


Egal Bohen
November 2009

Tuesday, 28 April 2009

Bluebells (Or Memories for Heaven)





The bluebells stand silently
Witnessing
Their green nature
-
Delicate chains
Of
Crisp bells weeping
Soft scents
Of
An English spring
-
Draped carelessly
Around old oaks
-
Waves of blue heaven
-
Sweeping down
Beneath the coppiced hazels
To
The Valley of the wildwood

-
Egal Bohen
Spring 2009

Saturday, 14 March 2009

Right there each time there right within us







If you despair
-
That God is missing
-
When God is needed know God is
-
Right there each time
-
Right there
Within us
-
For it is through us
-

God lives

-

Egal Bohen

March 2009

What Colour is Behaviour




What colour is behaviour

Where intolerance is bred

Green, violet or indigo

Orange, yellow, blue or red

Such colours live in rainbows

As component parts of life

Yet in tolerance together

Turn their colours into light

_

Egal Bohen

2009



Friday, 13 March 2009

And they all call it Britain


Crisp green the stems of daffodils
That brave in spring cold sun
Soft tender green the hawthorn buds
Unfurled with winter done
Bright green the fresh leaves on the limes
That verdant branches lace
Dark green the lily’s slender shoot
The moist earth piercing breaks

But greenest of all that is green
An island Earth did make
And they all call it Britain
Natures green estate

-

Egal Bohen

2009

Wednesday, 11 March 2009

As either daughters, or as sons



Our weapons to defeat the scythe of time

That through Earth eternalise our places

That carry beauty ever forward from our minds

Are our children and such poetry of graces

For while the living stand alone, each every one

We are in truth the verse itself

As either daughters, or as sons

-

Egal Bohen

Monday, 9 March 2009

Something You Don't Want To Hear




We choose the place
We go from here
-
Through what to us
Is held as dear
-
If nothing is
Then where you go
-
Is something
You don't want to know

-

Egal Bohen

March 2009