Naught But Thought

By John JT Roberts

This book is a collection of John’s poems, and photographs were taken while out and about. The title suggests that we should all take time to walk alone to contemplate our value to society and humanity. It attempts to capture, in verse and photographs, the beauty that surrounds us if only we take the time to look. Poems range from the humorous to serious, the philosophical to environmental, along with the romance and hardship associated with our lives. The photographs are stimulating, inspirational and meant to support the poetic narrative.

I hope reading this book will be a pleasurable and thought-provoking experience. It may help alleviate the drudgery and depression we all face in our lives, from time to time.

PEACE

• Language: English
• Publisher: Legend Press
• Release date: Dec 21, 2017
• ISBN: 9781787196537

Book preview

NAUGHT BUT THOUGHT

COMPANIONED

NAUGHT BUT THOUGHT

Walk the fields and leafy lanes

Naught but thought companioned

No time or mind to distance coursed

Eclipse all sounds distracting.

Wander the conscious or subconscious.

Transcend earth’s confining realm

Reach out to space and time

Plumb the deepest oceans

Enjoy earth’s beauteous mask.

Marvel the liberating transcendentalism.

Emancipate the imprisoned soul

Reflect upon life’s sanctuaries

So, too, the constant platitudes

From the mouths of principled.

Discover more about self and reality.

Question, doubt and contemplate

In the realm of unrestricted thought

Silently with your companion

Try to make sense of it all.

Naught but thought

EMPTY SHELLS

MINKY WHALE SKULL

AN EMPTY SHELL

Am I the policeman of just cause

the authority that governs the world?

Not I

Am I the gate-keeper responsible for humanity

the controller of good or evil?

Not I

Am I the conduit out of desolation

the key-holder to human frailty and universal understanding?

Not I

Am I the superior, grotesquely inadequate

adjudicator of peace or self-destruction?

Not I

Am I set apart from other earthly life forms

the controller of the world’s most infinitely

complex brain?

Not I

Am I an empty shell in the image of my maker

?

THE IMPERFECT ACORN

THE KNOPPER GALL

FORGIVE

‘MY’

IMPERFECTIONS

Weep not for your mistakes

or cry for yourself

Reflect on your failures

Have courage to look within.

Throughout your life, sinister

forces pushed and pulled

Steering you along impulsive paths

ingrained with hurt and pain.

Since birth and every passing day

Self-centered shadows loom

Massaging the misdemeanours

of the egotistical sybarite.

Admit the vital truths about