A Poem - An Empty House

There is a time when because of a reason which you have no control over, yo may have to part with the house, the home, that you grew up in. Recently I was affected by such a happening and I wrote this poem inspired by the feeling which I though were appropriate.

An Empty House

Once full of life and laughter

Now empty and forelorn;

The house that I grew up in

Is left behind, foresworn.

Time marches on I know that;

And time cannot be stayed,

But now I leave that empty shell,

Knowing memories will fade.

Faded but not forgotten;

I will remember all

The good times, and the bad times

Family ties will ever call.

Call to me across the years

Wherever I may roam.

To help me live a better life,

And build my own sweet home

One home decays and gathers dust

One will be fresh and new

But I will be the link between

Them both, for me and you.

For life goes on and I will grow

In stature as I age,

Developing a life anew;

And write another page.

So weep not for that empty house,

Which I had once called home.

For love creates new memories,

To share when we’re alone.

This is another poem written for the poem-a-day project. This did not come easily and was not mapped out at the beginning. The rhymes simply led me from one line to another, often writing across the verses.

Thanks for reading.

Avalon, a new poem from Artyfax

Glastonbury abbey (public domain)

AVALON by john dyhouse

If you should visit Avalon

That Fair Isle in the west,

You’ll find King Arthur’s Spirit there

Though’ he, long since laid to rest.

It lives in every tree and hill,

In every path and stream.

It’s magic, strong and welcoming

To every man who dreams.

Inspired and rested, travel on

But know you will return.

For the mysteries call out to you,

“Come back, take heed and learn”.

The Abbey, Tor, and Chalice Well

Are three sites you will know?

But the Spirit lives most everywhere;

Through all time, in ev’ry place you go.

Here, find yourself or find a cause

That you can make your own.

Just bind yourself to Avalon

And answers sought, shall to you be shown.

So should you visit Avalon?

That fair and magic Isle;

Take heed and give yourself a chance

To stay and rest awhile.

This was written after a weekend spent away from home. A chance to relax after a very difficult and busy start to the year. Glastonbury ( known for many things other than the pop festival) is a lovely town associated with hippies, new age and eastern religions. But there are a number of christian churches and congregations there also.

Back With A New Poem - A new day

It has been a while since my last post, I have been enjoying the environment at Bubblews. It is an income sharing site which allows posts on any subject (with the usual limitations to keep it family friendly) and will accept anything from 400 characters to full length articles. If you are used to submiting articles to this sort of site, you will miss the formatting which you are probably used to but a new version is promised on this new site over August.

It is growing fast, not least because it shares 50% of advertising revenue with the writers (aka bubblers). It is a cross between a social media site (and interaction on the site is also paid) and an article writing site, which explains the wide variety in posts accepted. Check out a few of mine from my Bubblews profile page, I write more than many bubblers but many are beginning to understand about the concept of getting views from google and a passive income. Not conducive to internet marketing! No affiliate of referral links are allowed.

I am currently making $50 per month, although the potential is for much more. The only question is how much time you want to spend making money. It is probably the site with the fastest rate of potential earnings that I have seen. On many of the sites paying for views, monthly rates are less than an order of magnitude smaller than this.

But to the main reason for this post - I am back! I will be posting on this blog again. I have had fun on Bubblews but do want that little extra freedon of writing on my own (?) blog.

So without further ado, A poem written since my last post (and there have been one or two), my dry period seems to have been overcome, although I am wary about making claims about this, so enough said.

A new day - by John Dyhouse

A blue sky
A great sky
A what am I going to do today sky.

The sun's out
No clouds of doubt
Obscure the warming rays, so put the flags out.

I feel good
Of course I should
A day like this inspires all hearts not made of wood.

A day to live
A day to give
A day to gather hope and just be positive.

A little tiff
Then make a gift
Settle that argument don't dare to think, "what if... ?"

A new day
A new way
So show your grateful thanks without more delay.
 

And if you are interested, I am almost ready to compile poems written over the last 12 months onto a new e-book. My first collection of poems from my early days of songwriting, yes they all started as song lyrics, is already available from Scribd as a free download. I may chance my arm and actually charge a small fee for the new volume. Now that is something new!