John Pegg

poem by John Pegg

The house loves you Eleanor, as soon as you came. It only had to see you Eleanor, hear your very name. And within its structure, it knew you loved it the same. You belonged to the house, Eleanor, it wants your very soul. To posses... Read more

poem by John Pegg

I will never walk this beach again, The silver sand, damp beneath my feet. The sun like burnished gold overhead. The hills shimmer, sun-drenched in the midday heat. The sea, a flat mirror reflecting the summer sky Which conceal b... Read more

poem by John Pegg

'I see!' said the blind man, 'But my white stick gets in the way. Was it truth that you showed me. Or was it your tempter's tongue at play?' 'I hear your message,' signed the deaf man. 'It fills my ears with music crystal clear... Read more

poem by John Pegg

I loved you for a lifetime. Which you and I both know. But in a moment of madness my damnation I sowed. Anger stirred by a few exchanged bitter words. Then spurred on by an adrenaline rush, I gave you nought but a little push. A... Read more

poem by John Pegg

'He's such a fool,'said one sister 'Dear Daddy's really off his head. This life is all we are given. No one comes back from the dead.' Two cynical sisters making their parents bed. Laughing at their father and the things he said.... Read more

poem by John Pegg

My best and oldest friend Bernard, Though at the time I failed to realise it. Unfailingly dependable, good, old Bernard. One of the old school of kindly people. A workmate and a close neighbour. Older, benign and so much wiser. ... Read more

poem by John Pegg

It is an almost celestial sunrise, the world awakening to a brilliant, wondrous dawn. A blue sky with white clouds turned to fire by the sun's bright illuminating rays, And by this light the autumn trees are turned to burnished gold... Read more

poem by John Pegg

Aunt Marion God bless her, Had a dread of cut flowers. A taboo about the ritual of a funeral. Be they in sheaves, wreathes or crosses Wild, cultivated, tropic or exotic. Arum lilies, white roses or daffodils Pinks or carn... Read more

poem by John Pegg

Lord Fox, do you count the cost Of all the prey you kill? For good or ill, you are apt to destroy, Much more than you really need. Why raze a flock of poultry, When a single bird will suffice, On which your voracious appetite mi... Read more

poem by John Pegg

There are weeds and grasses growing now, Where the roses used to be. The trees are wild and wanton, Where once flowers bloomed fair and free. A wild woodland, a rank and rampant waste. The verdant vegetation has long forgotten, ... Read more

poem by John Pegg

God your are at one with our planet. Part of your being is in the smallest atom. The myriad galaxies to you are merely stepping stones To cross the dark waters of the blackness of outer space. As for your faces, they may be counte... Read more

poem by John Pegg

In a long abandoned fairground, Paint peeling, litter strewn. Rise a ghostly crowd of revellers, Fog born, within the gloom. The carousel horses stand, Time frozen in their flight. Until the whistle of the ghost train, Chills t... Read more

poem by John Pegg

Contemplating, on quiet reflection, Looking back more than half a century, My Mum, bringing up her two children Was a drudge, an unpaid menial servant. To her family, oft' the only breadwinner. Hardly had two pennies to rub toge... Read more

poem by John Pegg

Trying to co-ordinate the children's Christmas Nativity When a million things can go wrong. One little angel has a gippy tummy. Now who in the class is her understudy? One little soul has broken her tissue-paper wings. Does anyon... Read more

poem by John Pegg

Listen, you disbelievers, Do not scoff and turn your face. There is a devouring power held, In every slough, burn and stone Within this alien, pagan place. Just lay your hands on this chill rock, Potency of time locked in its h... Read more

poem by John Pegg

We met the enemy, and like a mirror, saw ourselves. Not gods or devils, But wretched men of flesh and bone, Lost sorrowing souls In which the flame of love once dwelt. (Author's note. A very short poem but hopefully very powerf... Read more

poem by John Pegg

House where is your heart? It blazes with warmth in the fireplace hearth, But now lies dead in a cold ash bed as my family departs. House where are your eyes? It looks to where the future lies. My windows once bright glazed and... Read more

poem by John Pegg

'John gone! What did he do? Was not his life a waste?' Then quickly intervene, say 'Survey the scene, Look out there, that ground once bare, He with patience, time, loving care Made a beautiful view; Flowers flourish of every hue.... Read more