BAD BARD POETRY
Father
I loved him
I honour his spirit
I forever wish him well
Even as a child I wanted to protect him
Because I knew he was a man of great heart
Yet even as a child
I knew he trod a path that had no heart
I felt his anguish, even as a child
I knew this giant, gentle man
Was trapped in the faith of his Father
Clinging to emptiness.
Even as a child I wanted to save him
As I grew I yearned for him to break free.
I sought his understanding, but there was none
He retreated behind his defences
We fought over it
There was not to be any parley
There was none, we were empty.
When he died, he died hard
I knew it was his time
I held his hand, again I couldn’t save him
He was struggling, in mute desperation
He was struggling, I whispered in his ear
'It’s time to let go, It’s time to let go'
I searched into his eyes, and he left us
I wanted to be with him
I always wanted to be with him
Now I could never be with him
He’d finally gone, to seek his redeemer
To search for his saviour….
As life and death move on I think of him
I celebrate his love, though what is love?
We assume we know, we readily profess it.
Father and son no more loved, than he and me
But, too often love is merely a word
A useless outburst, from empty men
For love cannot penetrate
Nor mediate with blind religion.
Epilogue
Stale words and ideas infect minds and stoke fears
Yet as children we don’t get lairy
When our faith is shattered in the tooth fairy
Nor when hoodwinked and confronted
Feel threatened or affronted
Discovering the truth behind the mystery
Of the Father Christmas conspiracy.
Shown the ruse we join the club
And henceforth, therein lies the rub
For innocent trust learns of betrayal
That blind faith can turn, bite and fail.
Unlike the trust in the pilot of a plane
Or a surgeon about to fix our pain,
Our faith is easily led astray
And generations lose their way.
Ever to harbour the questioning thought
Matters may not be, what we’re told they ought
And when we invest unquestioning trust
Our illusions may be turned to dust
For there will always and ever be
The highest and likeliest possibility
We become trapped in ignorance and stupidity