Ronald Eric Wakefield

Islington, London, UK

Born: 8th February, 1913 in Islington, UK. Parents: Thomas George and Elizabeth Jane. Spouse: Mary Ellen Wakefield. Date of Marriage: 17th November, 1935. Children: Ronald Eric, Peter John, David Michael. Education: Secondary, Islington Polytechnic Occuaption(s): Qualified Electrician, Radio Mechanic, Pro Boxer, Currently Retired. Honours and Awards: Editor's Choice Award from The International Society of Poets"I strive to assist folk in need in the interest of compassion and the understanding of human frailty; and to show, in my works, the importance of hope and a way out of most trivial difficulties."

Contradiction

We look into the future and long for a certain day.
When it comes we seek another; not the one we call -
"Today".
Though, if we're asked if life is dear,
'Tis, "Yes" we'd promptly say.
Then why is it that year by year,
We're wishing life away?

Sweet

Euphoria, ecstasy, eroticism supreme, swathed in a blissful river of love
Mellifluously flowing in a delirious dream;
The ultimate metamorphosis; the utter realization of sweet emancipation.
A complete abandonment of this Earth's sordid existence.
Two loving souls, just drifting; locked in the fervent,
Exhilarating knowledge of, JUST "US", heading rapidly,
Directly on course for an urgent, rapturous life; being
Loved to the full, in a delightfully, wondrous,
uninhabited Utopian, heavenly, universe.

Faith

The golden rays of sun twaned in a multi-coloured sky,
Resplendent, yet impelling that this lovely day must die.
Oh, should such beauty suffer this inglorious, short-lived reign?
Could that incomparable luster have shone forth on all in vain?
Can the velvet, a starry cushion with it's myriad, twinkling lights,
And the ever smiling "Old Man Moon" recapture these delights?
Will the morning reap the glory of the day that passed away?
Or will dark and sullen clouds appear keeping happiness at bay?
Is not this reminiscent of life' everlasting change?
Oft, when gladness is the target, mists of sorrow cloud the range.
But winds of hope, if strong enough, can drive those clouds away,
And bring a happy state of mind that's sunbathed every day.