One minute

One minute


Can we take one minute to stop a war?

Do we instead need the minute’s silence to recall those gone before?

Shouldn’t a hand in a hand show you we’re all born from the same land?

Shouldn’t it be proper that we all have the freedom to speak and stand?

Can we take one minute to help someone less fortunate?

Can we look past our own fears, ego’s and regrets?

If we take one minute, together as a planet, then the best of our world hasn’t happend yet.

One minute to be the best poem ever written.

One minute to share all the love we’ve been given.

One minute to make time stand still and unite us as one race, the human race, forever.

Will you stand up?



© G.P Williamson 2017


Everything I have

Everything I have

You’re in the warm towel when I’ve bathed.
The sharp wit of my shave.
You’re famous notoriety.
Un-captured by my poetry

You’re the pride within a father,
Cradling his daughter.
Her smile when she reacts to the sprinkling of the water.

You’re the friends I feel good with.
The magic gift I give.
On our ever present path
You’re everything I have.

You’re the denim in my jeans.
The colour in my dreams.
You’re every caring thought.
You’re the mother to our daughter.

You’re the hope on Christmas Eve.
In everything I believe.
You’re the spirit of my past.
You’re soul and mine are similar cast.

You’re the fresh cut smell of grass.
The tinkle from the rain.
Each tear within my eye,
When you wipe away my pain.

You’re the carving in the wood.
The ingrained lows and highs.
You’re the smoothness of the pillow,
When I close my eyes.

You’re here beside me now.
When you feel alone again.
You’re smile is of pretend.
But on us we do depend.

You’re every child’s captured wish.
The shining on the sea.
My life was incomplete.
Until you were here with me.

Copyright G.P Williamson 2013