Wednesday, March 25, 2015

In a distant cemetery

                                        Kanchanaburi War Cemetery

What value is freedom?
Only those know
Who have lost theirs
A child shut in his room
Even a dog in a shed
Or yet a man in prison
Especially one in wartime
Fighting for his country
Like uncles of mine
Some who came back
With that look on their faces
Yet there were others too
Who did not return home
Not heroes there but slaves
Underfed and ill treated
Against the rules of war
To die beaten, tortured
Thinking of their children
And their wives at home
With no resting place
Save a white stone slab
In a distant cemetery
To show their service
Freedom for their children
To fight yet more wars

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Miles Apart



How I love this girl
Who lives far away from me
Across that wide sea

She is so petite
Her little hands a delight
A smile just for me

But she lives alone
In a land of chilly hills
That would not suit me

One day I'll see her
How glorious that would be
Will she come? We'll see

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Saturday, March 21, 2015

Fool that I am



What a fool I am
To let such powers me rule
In my wildest dreams

Just when was it last?
That I could sleep all night through
Free of your tongues lash

My heart burns with grief
As beginnings reach their end
Proving feet of clay

That is life, my friend
I've lost it's true; for you have
Stole my heart away

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Friday, March 20, 2015

Free of Traffic Lights



I love the city's sights
The traffics constant hum
The bustling mindless crowd
The busker as he shouts out loud
With a call to buy his wares

I see the flashing neon signs
Seduction at its best
For each sparkling eye
Persuading you to buy
And take your prize along

The rumble of the subway train
As I ride back home alone
Others eyes look askance
As they drift off in a trance
So many strangers in this town

But there is another me
That yearns for further fields
Where everyone you know
And the pace of life is slow
The country where I was born

The corner shop and the local pub
Where all do laugh and drink
The old farmer chats with me
Hoping that some rain he'll see
For I am welcome here

I see the nurse from the hospital
The doctor is playing cards
With the barber and others too
They all have a drink or two
As this is Friday night

It's just a walk to see some sport
It's not a cent to see my team
As a game is played upon the park
Neighbours smile at me in the dark
How I wish I lived back here

For friends will wave on Main Street
For no-one gives a hoot
The local dog turns not a hair
It is how to live without a care
So free of traffic lights

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Wednesday, March 18, 2015

Not yet dawn



It was not yet dawn
A beautiful hushed silence
Broken by a scream

The night creatures ruled
Not yet annoyed by the light
I was still in bed

But it was just me
One more restless night of pain
Instead of sweet dreams

Age does weary me
My only comfort is the past
When dawn then brought hope

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Please no messages of concern; I don't pick the words, Thom does!

In Sun's warm light



Sun, you warm my body
But not so my heart
You shine on me
But that’s not enough
Where is she gone?
Where does she bask?
Why are you so bright?
Yet you answer not
When I stare at you
Behind a cloud you hide
With the truth in shade

The wind does tell
Of so many tales
Like him I do rage
He whistles up a storm
That clouds my mind
With thunder's shout
To make me think
Of many other things
As I stand alone
But I’ll not be fooled
By nature's wiles

I will bring her back
From Hades grip
Unlike Orpheus
I have no lyre to play
But will rescue her
From that dark realm
To bask yet again
In Sun's warm light
In my loving arms
She’ll be embraced
Forever and a day

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Tuesday, March 17, 2015

Like an Autumn leaf





I hated to see you go
Just like an autumn leaf
You slipped from my arms
And were lost to me...forever

We were young then
I couldn't believe that you
And I were a couple
So comfortable did I feel...foolishly

This tall tree became gaunt
Like a pine tree just holding on
To the needles of despair
Shedding them slowly...until now

For countless years later
You've swept away the past
Whispering though the branches
Teasing my memories...of you

Of how we held hands
I'd look into your eyes
And caress your soft skin
Once I had kissed your lips...with love

Now you have waved from afar
To delight this old man
Little do you realise
How precious you are still...to me

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