Famous poems by George Bernard Shaw

A Dream.

My spirits soar on high,

Inebriated with thoughts so pure.
I now can fly,
Nothing is obscure.
Spiritual healing is taking place,
As I rise to heavens realms.
Beams of joy cover my face,
Nothing can me overwhelm.
I have seen the heavens gates,
Beautiful light paves the way,
Music sweet to soul and ear,
I have nothing more to say.

A New Start.

I have wiped the slate clean,

No more reminders from the past.
Memories of what I have been,
Have vanished at long last.
I look forward to my future new,
Where all is territory strange.
Soon I will be among the few,
That plans their life at long range.
I see my life laid out at my feet,
New friends shall rally at my call.
They will be the first I will greet,
At this my welcoming ball.
Soon all memories will depart,
Of a past left well behind.
I will get off to a new start,
With the best of mankind.

A Cross At The Front.

With a cross at the front they march along,

Are you ready to join this happy throng?
Their only weapons the Bible and a book of prayer.
Which all are happy with you to share.
Their rallying call, Praise be to the Lord.
None are conscripted they come of their own accord.
Happy faces filled with spiritual grace,
Be honest could you stand the pace?
No rewards or riches on this our earth,
Just the sure knowledge of a heavenly rebirth.
Bringing peace and goodwill to one and all,
Open your ears hear their rallying call.
Join this happy marching throng,
Then you too will know where you belong.
A state of happiness and peace will prevail,
When you the name of Jesus do hail.

A Name.

Shakespeare once wrote what is in a name,

Was he I wonder thinking of everlasting fame?
A man of words, beautiful to the ear,
His, an eloquence for all to hear.
Tales of Kings and royal Queens,
Even of commoners and bawdy scenes.
A man blessed with the gift and might of the pen,
His stories are filled with deeds of daring men.
Tales of love, Intrigue and yes death.
Leave us gasping or holding our breath.
He wrote of the beauty of a single rose.
That smelled so sweet when held to the nose.
He wrote about the rich and the poor,
None of his works was ever a bore.
So now I ask what is in a name,
Certainly for Shakespeare it brought great fame.

A Poem A Day.

I try to write one poem each day,

I never know what I will say.
Be it love for natures blossoms,
Perhaps, a tale about some possums.
Will it touch a chord in your heart?
Encourage you to make a new start!
It may be sad it may be funny
But I will not sell it not for money.
I might write about the Zoo,
Or even something not quite true.
Fantasy is with me a big plus,
No big deal to make a fuss.
My poem may even make you smile,
Then my writing it will have been worthwhile.
It could be a poem that is quite sad.
Would that be so really bad?
Yes I try to write a poem every day,
Hoping it will help you on your way.

AN EVENING OUT.

I'll wear my Tails, You your new gown,

Then my love we'll do the town.
Dinner at Luigi's, Maxim's or Chez Nous,
The choice my Dear I'll leave up to you.
We'll eat of the best with lots of champagne,
For who knows when we I can afford it again.
I won on the races, it was not a lot,
A man gave me a tip on a very long shot.
The horse came in by a very short head,
I won't tell you what the bookmaker said.
Wear all of your jewels, you have not got many,
But at least we'll look posh as I spend my last penny.
Pay no attention if the waiter looks cross,
For once in my life, I'll be the boss.
And when we have eaten and I've paid the bill,
We will watch the waiter place the money in the till.
And if I can afford it we will do it again soon,
Now we will have to walk home by the light of the moon.
Bernard Shaw

Atomic Split.
What a terrible thing to do,
Man has split the atom in two.
For peaceful purposes so we are told,
Medical wonders to unfold.
Then came the war in thirty-nine,
Man committed a terrible crime.
He built a bomb, of course Atomic,
Man's love for man, is ironic.
Two Cities, Hiroshima and Nagasaki by name,
Were obliterated much to man's shame.
This was the war to end all wars.
What a terrible thing to do,
We have built a laser or two.
For peaceful purposes so we are told,
Medical wonders to unfold.
We now have nineteen hundred and eighty-five,
Are we lucky to be alive.
The next war will be in space,
What will become of the Human race.
What a terrible thing do to,
We have built a space ship or two.
For peaceful purposes so we are told,
Man's old dream will now unfold.
We have met some aliens from outer space,
What a terrible thing to do,
Now we have killed an alien or two.
Human Race let me say Adieu,
For now I know what will become of you.

Back Kitchen.
In my back kitchen all is quite still,
I have cooked my food and ate my fill.
Then the dishes in the sink had their say,
He always eats here but he does not pay.
The empty bottle of fresh brewed beer,
Said, 'He drained me dry without a tear.'
Then of course the mess he makes,
To cook a meal the time he takes.
Could he not eat in the restaurant next door?
They need the money because the Boss is poor.
The only thing that had nothing to say,
Was the frying pan it was not its day.
The knives and forks were filled with rage,
He is a messy eater he should act his age.
Picking out bits here and there indeed,
No wonder he takes so long to have his feed.
Have you ever listened to your kitchen tools?
Mine complain I am the king of fools.
They say I should go out to eat,
Order fresh vegetables with plenty of meat.
Not to come home and start to cook,
I should be relaxing with a good book.
They have no respect for me you know,
Just because I am old and getting slow.
I wash the pots and pans clean each day,
Then I carefully put them all away.
I think I will throw them away onto the rubbish heap,
Except for the sugar bowl that I will keep.

Child Play.

I see the children as they play,

The games I know so well.
I watch with delight every day,
As I listen to voices sweet as a bell.

The cheerful cries fill me with joy,

Smiling faces tell all is good.
My heart goes out to every girl and boy,
And I would play with them if I could.

From my armchair I watch in leisure,

Happy faces out side my window frames,
Yes I am content to see such pleasure
And wish that I could join in their games.

The children take me back to the old days,

When I was young and filled with esprit.
Now I can only sit here and gaze,
Thanking Heaven that I can still hear and see.

Aged.

The fire in the fireplace is low,

Burnt the wood and coal to ash.
You do not seem to miss the glow,
Your old face in darkness just a splash.
The spark has gone from your eyes,
No movement from your breast.
It came to me as no surprise,
That you have gone to your last rest.
Ninety years ago you were born,
You lived life to the very full.
Your body now old and worn,
No more the strength of a bull.
The family will come and say goodbye,
A funeral where prayers will be said
All will say you were a swell Guy,
And it is a pity that you are dead.
Only I will know the truth,
That you were gentle and wise,
You may have been old in the tooth,
This you managed to disguise,
When all the others are left,
From this sad house of mourning.
I will for one feel the cleft,
As I wait for the new day's dawning.

Anamnesis.

A beacon sending a flash of light over the stormy sea,

Wind tossed foam upon my face, is this really me?
A lonely Gull rising on each gust of wind slicing the night air.
This experience my Love I will only with you share.
Once we were young, we kissed and hugged.
Feelings so tender we exchanged in those far off days.
Now my love my mind is blank as if in permanent haze.
Moments come through to me as you caress my face.
Hold me tight my precious one in another long embrace.

Baby Eyes.

Large Baby eyes smiling joyfully at me,

Baby eyes as brown as can be.
Two deep pools most innocent and bright,
To me are symbols of sheer delight.
May I greet you every single day?
For you are sunshine on my way.
Other people see you smile so sweet,
All are happier when you they meet.
Eyes are the windows to the soul,
No difficulties for you reaching your goal.
So sweet baby go on life's way,
Those Baby eyes have much to say.

Broken Spirit.

Only with you by my side,

Can I take all in my stride.
You give me a silent strength,
each pace a gathering length.
I know that I will reach my goal,
for you help me play my role.
Your guidance carries me along,
in my heart a wondering song.
What strange whim sent you my way,
I do not know, I cannot say.
I just thank Heaven that you are here,
Keeping me going with thoughts so clear.
Stay with me to the very end,
For you my broken spirit did mend.

Childish Memories.
It all comes back to me down the ages,
A child awake listening to the tick of a clock.
My troubled mind my fitful rages,
The sound of a key turning in a lock.
Twenty boys in a dormitory large,
Beds neatly arranged in rows.
A woman vicious and in charge,
Dealing out deftly savage blows.
Tears running silently down my cheeks,
No peace for an unhappy mind.
Terror that lasted unending weeks,
With never a word that was kind.
From the age of three until I was eight,
Violence ruled my unhappy days.
I was ever in a stage of hate,
With my mind turning in a terrible craze.
I was classified as a troublemaker,
Me a child mental grim and upset.
Some one to love me there was no taker,
I was not the young boy to pet.
At the age of nine war was declared,
I was evacuated to a peaceful town.
For a family life I was not prepared,
And my hatred let me once more down.
I was placed with families that were kind,

My upbringing had left me suspicious.

I could not regain my peace of mind,
So I remained a child quite vicious.
Then came the day that I was kindly received,
Made welcome in a family that was normal.
It was here that I finally perceived,
That love was something not formal.
I settled down at last my mind at rest,
I enjoyed the privilege of having a home.
Here in this family I gave of my best,
I had found that love is not just foam.