Stop telling me I can’t change the world

Stop telling me I can’t change the world

By JFarrell


Stop telling me I can’t change the world.

You know why one man can’t change the world?

Because everyone tells him he can’t.


Not me!


I am trying to act better.

How I act has an affect on how others act

And so on…



A butterfly flaps it’s wings here,

There has the monster of all storms.


You are reading my poem

That will have some effect on what you feel, what you think

However insignificant



I can and am changing the world.

And I just proved it.


You can change the world too.

Let’s make it better




Author's Notes/Comments: 

proved it

The Edge

The Edge

By JFarrell


We stand here, on the edge,

What do you want to do?


Turn back and run away?

Take my hand and jump?

I leave the decision to you,

And I will be by your side.



Take a moment….

Close your eyes….

Take a deep breath…


Can you hear it?

The blood rushing through your head?

That is the sound of everything.

Listen to it,

Feel it.

Badoom- whoosh, badoom-whoosh.

It pulses with your heartbeat.

That is the sound of the beginning

And the end

All of eternity

Rushing through your ears.

All that was, is

And is to come

Is in that sound.



At the edge

What do you want to do?

Take my hand

And choose.

I will never let you go.


Author's Notes/Comments: 

choose hope



By JFarrell


Hope lives,

And it is real,

And it can change your life,

Change your world.


“Okay, Mr Bigmouth, prove it.”

Look around;

Nature, trees, flowers,

The birds and the bees.

The lovely blue sky and sun

(if it’s sunny where you are)

Or the rain teeming down

(be thankful for that, some places get no rain)

The random kindness of a stranger,

Words of love from a friend.


Hope is all around you,

You just have to make that tiny bit of effort to see it.

I don’t know your woes,

Or the depth of the black hole you are in;

But, it is not going to knock on your door and say “Hi”

(unless you’re very lucky).

You have to try,

Have to look.


Author's Notes/Comments: 

hope is real



By JFarrell


I suppose,

We all have scars;

Visible ones,

Not the ones that scar our hearts,

Our minds,

Those are important too.



The scars on my wrists,

Are what draw my attention.

Ugly white lines,

Whiter than my skin;

Healed now, it was many years ago.

What should be ugly white lines,

Looks more like a tally score,

The scars from the stitches,

That stopped the life,

Pumping out of me.


The visible pulse of the artery

Brings a strange kind of life to the scar,

Makes it smile, as if laughing

At the eternal joke that is life.


I still remember that night,

My feelings,

The darkness of my thoughts,

The pain that drove me.

How can I not,

It was the last night I lived.


Until recently.

Someone, an angel, my queen,

Breathed life into me,

This long dead corpse.


I cannot say “Don’t do it”

That would make me a hypocrite,

After all, I did it.


There is always hope.

Please, be strong, believe;

There really, truly is HOPE.

And it is beautiful.


Author's Notes/Comments: 

there is hope, dont give up, please

Your Fault, Do Something

Your Fault, Do Something

By JFarrell


Look around you;

This is all your fault

And mine.


The rich ever prospering,

The poor forever growing.

An 18 week old baby beaten to death;

Teenagers stabbing each other to death.

Food banks ever busier,

More and more hospitals closing;

If you’re old and need care,

Sell your home to pay for it.


And we won’t get into the wars,

The terrorism, the famines…


This is all your fault,

And mine.




Stop voting for liars,

Stop believing they are better than you,

They are not.

Get out there,

Feed the hungry,

Give hope,

Make a difference!

Let’s please stop closing our eyes,

Get out there

And make this world a better place.


Because if you don’t,

No-one will.


Author's Notes/Comments: 

are you angry yet?

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By JFarrell


All my yesterdays

All my past

My successes

My failures


You take all of this

And make it all beautiful

Showing me

In a light I had not considered


Mirrors, confetti

Packed in a tube

Brought to life

By your light


You are the kaleidoscope

That magically lights my life

Turning mundane images

Into something beautiful and magical


Author's Notes/Comments: 

beautiful sunshine

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Guide Me

Guide Me

By Jfarrell


I was lost

Without direction

Without objective

Without destination


I was nowhere

In the land of fools

Being led by the blind

Forever falling


From when I woke

To falling exhausted into bed

I was lost

And going nowhere



With the siren of the Siren

You called to me

And gave me a way


Your sweet voice

Whispers in my ear

Leading me over mountains

Guiding me through the deepest chasms


I am coming

As fast as I can

Call to me, guide me

Give me the wings and I will fly to you


My most wondrous Siren




Author's Notes/Comments: 

guide me

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By JFarrell


Like a film reel

The pictures flow before me

One by one


A majestic bird, an eagle,

Spreads it wings and takes flight;

A steam barge,

Chugging it’s way upriver;

A juggling clown,

Putting on his mask, to hide his tears;

Another man in a mask,

Highwayman, to take your gold at gunpoint;

This one shows the sun breaking,

Over a lovely, sleeping town;

This one shows the sun setting,

Over the smouldering, blackened ruins of a bombed village;

This one shows the beginning of all time,

That one shows the end of all time.


Clouds are beautiful and wondrous,

And such an inspiration,

For the imagination.


Look up,

You might too

See the beginning

And the end

Of everything.


Author's Notes/Comments: 

clouds are beautiful

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By JFarrell



In each others’ arms,

We look up at the moon,



In the darkest indigo

Of a cloudy night

The moon bursts through the clouds

A bright silvery guide, in the sky

Some of the thick cloud is inpenetratable

And makes the moon look like a heart,

My heart, bursting with love for you


Can you feel my heart beating?

Can you feel my arms around you?

Can you feel my soft kisses on your neck?


Your moon is younger than mine

After all, we are six hours apart,

But, under the moon,

We are both here, now



I so love you.



Author's Notes/Comments: 

the power of imagination

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