Reflections
By Alan Noakes
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Alan Noakes
Alan Noakes was born in Brighton in 1951 and was educated in the regular state school system until he was fifteen. Later in life, he acquired a BA honours degree via the Open University in Milton Keynes and his ALA. Amidst a varying career, he became one of the few male children’s librarians in the 1980s. He has previously written work for Books for Keeps and worked as a reviewer for many publishers in the children’s book world. He writes passionately, touching on many, still contemporary, themes, much of which is autobiographical that is reflected in his previously published book of poems, Feelings and Fate – A Legacy. These themes continue in his second anthology, Reflections.
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Reflections - Alan Noakes
About the Author
Alan Noakes was born in Brighton in 1951 and was educated in the regular state school system until he was fifteen. Later in life, he acquired a BA honours degree via the Open University in Milton Keynes and his ALA. Amidst a varying career, he became one of the few male children’s librarians in the 1980s.
He has previously written work for Books for Keeps and worked as a reviewer for many publishers in the children’s book world. He writes passionately, touching on many, still contemporary, themes, much of which is autobiographical that is reflected in his previously published book of poems, Feelings and Fate – A Legacy. These themes continue in his second anthology, Reflections.
Dedication
For Eleanor, my daughter.
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Why Oh Why?
Why oh why
asked me my son
as he began to cry,
why did he fire his gun?
Why oh why
asked me my son
as he took my hand to run,
why so many had to die?
I knelt to look him the eye
but had nothing to reply.
Why oh why
asked me my son
as he began to shiver,
why am I cold like the river?
I held him, felt him close,
in my throat,
a scream arose.
Why oh why
asked me my son
as in my arms he lie,
is it now my turn to die?
Tears rained down my face
as his blood left its trace.
Why oh why?
I looked to the sky,
feeling his life ebb away.
Why oh why
asked me my son,
I kissed his cold young face,
asked for God’s grace,
his last breath a soft sigh,
a kiss in a final goodbye.
Why oh why
asked me my son,
why oh why
as I let his soul fly.
Streets of Pain
I walked the streets of pain
still glittering from the rain,
children everywhere crying
for food,
mothers were vying,
stealing scraps and
hunting rats.
All the men gone to war
like predatory carnivores.
Left behind
in the streets of pain,
mothers wailing for the dead
senselessly slain.
Fatherless children
whose
childhood is quickly shed,
finding solace
not in a mosque
but with a Kalashnikov.
In the streets of pain
amidst the rubble,
families gather water
from rain puddles.
Bonded in grief, they huddle
amongst
ravaged bodies from landmines
perforated like porcupines.
Destruction and desolation,
man’s endless gift
of human castration.
Thirty years or more,
just incessant war,
the shouts for peace
unheard,
as the guns never cease.
In the streets of pain,
children hope for an end
to a war
they do not comprehend.
Peacemakers come and go,
words and memos flow
from Washington
to Moscow,
but peace is a no-show.
Women implore the men to stay,
to remain aloof from the fray.
Hopes are dashed
when the walls crash.
War is waged
till their bloodlust
is assuaged.
War waged by men
without end.
My Attic
My head is an attic
filled with the dramatic,
of love’s sorrows
bored through
with poisoned arrows.
Memories
of one-night stands
that no one understands.
Heartbreaks
of passions rejected,
diligently dissected.
Ghosts
carefully folded
in boxes moulded
cast aside,
in shadows
forever shrouded.
Recollections
stored as loving
souvenirs.
But the bones
of the passed
remain
in casts of glass.
My attic is full
of colourful images,
families and lovers.
Suppressed jealousies,
vanquished fears,
fallen tears,
kept in bubbles.
My head is an attic,
screaming emphatic
release, release!
Refusing
to be at peace.
Yet,
my attic,
my private place,
my life,
hoarded away.
Kept safely at bay
within the realms
of mind’s subspace,
never to let loose
without
turning insane.
Love’s Pain
Her head full of dreams
Her heart a beating machine
Her life’s future to explore
In a book store.
Falling in love
As in romances read
Idyllic days ahead
Under blue heavens above.
Wedding day long past
The idyll did not last
The change a bomb blast
Demons came en-masse.
His demeanour to abhor
Beaten, treated as a
Whore
Chained to the floor.
No refuge to be found
It seemed,
forever bound.
No escape,
Only a duty to placate.
Her head,
Empty of dreams
Her heart,
Desolate chasms
Her life,
No future to explore
Not even
In a book store.
Reflecting
It is so late at night
Sitting under a dim light
Outside the darkest of nights.
The page before me blank
Rounded shoulder sank.
A torrent of flooding thought
Ending in a mental drought.
Fear being all that remains
Binding me in chains.
I recall journeys made,
Distant lands, mesmerised,
That never fade.
Eyes alight
Like a sparkling Chablis,
Sunny smiles
Remembering gay Paris.
Dawn walks
Upon a sandy Greek shore,
Calmed inside
Like a happy end folklore.
Laughing
Like a clown on skis, free,
Gliding snowy slopes
Like a wild, wild banshee.
Now I journey no more,
Only fantasies
Allow my mind to fly
From shore to shore.
The light of day brings hope,
The night vivid magical dreams
Unending