James Barnes 

Southend On Sea, Essex, UK 

 
 
 

I was born 25 February 1935 in Halifax, West Yorkshire. My wife's name is MarJorie and we married in 1956. I have three sons, David, Keith, and Mark and three daughters Patricia, Sharon and Michelle. I now reside for the past 12 years in Southend on Sea, Essex where I am self-employed I have three granddaughters and five grandsons whom I love dearly. I am now a member of The International Society of Poets. A statement from the heart is more than you could dream. A statement from your heart can make your life supreme.

 

A Strangers Plea

o tremulous voice, thy sound I hear, 
Thy plaintiff wail, with quivering tone 
On Barren ground it ne'er will fall 
What mortal soul will heed thy call! 
Or turn thee down when broods not well 
For who knowest when my own time must dwell? 
For want of a strangers kind answer to my own plea! 
So I heed thee well, and offer thee 
My time my thoughts, my deeds. 
That when I myself cry out for help 
Some one, may come and notice me! 
And stepping forth as I myself would do 
Offer solace, and compassion, as I would rend to thee. 
Thy wail they cry, mine ear it does percieve
To ignore this plea to render thee 
I know would be a sin 
So I bid thee stranger enter in 
into my kind and warm embrace 
So I may help one lost lonely soul 
Find solace and a haven from human hate 
So we can give hope and tranquility of soul 
For all the human race!

Growing Old

I remember not from whence I came  
for it seems so long ago 
My mind and body was so agile  
now they begin to slow 
The daily tasks I once performed  
now take a longer time 
My mind it is still willing,  
but my body draws a line 
I sit here thinking  
when I was just a boy 
how I used to run and skip 
And shout out  
with exuberance and joy 
But these times are now in the past  
so very long ago 
My heart is full of sadness,  
I am feeling very low 
It leaves me with a feeling that life  
has passed me by 
Gone are my years of youth  
as time begins to fly 
Tomorrow I will be "twenty" 
Goodbye to teenage days  
I think I will become a hermit 
And learn to change my ways! 
 
All poems Copyright © 1997 James Barnes. All rights reserved.