Sunday, 22 July 2018

I am here




Poverty is an ugly word
Indigence is far better
It fogs the eyes of the rich
Like indulgence or go-getter

There are those who are all alone
Worn down by life's bitterness
Begging on the streets each day
With their minds so full of distress

Are their thoughts on happier days?
To walk up to the distant range
And shout out loud "I am here"
Thus emboldened to make a change

We care not for man or of beast
Our lives shift at such a pace
Greed blinds our benevolence
Humans are not a happy race

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Saturday, 21 July 2018

Spaced out wife


I could cry, I've received this letter
She has such beautiful handwriting
Calligraphy much to be admired
So good it should be bound in a book

There were cracks of course in our affair
The dark side was that both did wrong
Joy her name, she filled my loving cup
How passionate our love, in her nook

I liked the way she flicked her red hair
As eager me undid her bra strap
And when time was up she'd tap my nose
Then say,"Time to go, you are a sook"

Most affairs are tinged with troubled times
She knew I was married, that was true
Hoped I'd be more than part time lover
When I said no, she gave me that look

I could cry read her letter once more
We have both been hurt, that is so true
But now my wife knows of the affair
Future liaisons she will not brook

Image found at https://www.express.co.uk/life-style/life/584025/Can-I-trust-my-cheating-husband-again


Friday, 20 July 2018

I sit in the garden


Warm breeze softly blows
Sat in the garden
Sweet scent of roses
Reminds me of you
Image in my mind

You left such a day
Will you come again?
Save for in my dream
Love lasts for all time
Like glue we should bind

Are you butterfly?
Settling on my hand
Or blackbird searching
The strawberry patch
He clearly looks kind

No, that's not the case
A breeze kisses me
Summer's gentle touch
Wind softly whispers
You, I'll always find



Words used: dreams, softly, rose, image

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Wednesday, 18 July 2018

My own country


I saw the ugliness of apartheid
Long ago in the Nineteen fifties
In England, in the street, in the faces
Of white South Africans looking cross
Avoiding using the same pavement
Coloureds now walked on happily

And so I made a vow that in my life
I'd smile in friendship with coloured people
To speak with them if there was a chance
To show that they were welcome to me
We could walk on the pavement together
Hand in hand in harmony

I migrated from Britain to Australia
More than fifty years ago to find
That native Australian aboriginees
Were treated with the same disrespect
Despite welcome to all other migrants
To build a land strong and free

Eventually native Australians
Were counted too and given the vote
Rather than being considered part
Of the country's flora and fauna
I like to think that Nelson Mandela 
Also helped my own country

Image of both the Aboriginal and Australian flags flying together in Victoria Square, Adelaide, South Australia found at https://journals.worldnomads.com/flyted/photo/28660


Tuesday, 17 July 2018

I laughed



I laughed of course
At this weeks prompt
At the thought of poets pecking free
As they wrote today's poetry

As my mind scours
For bright ideas
Of politician with hair like straw
Or perhaps wildlife in the raw

But know my place
It's no disgrace
To stick to subject close to my heart
And write of young love, that's a start

Look in his eyes
Breathe in her scent
As they murmur words of passion's play
And dream of their own wedding day

Image found at https://pixabay.com/en/lovers-pair-young-woman-man-414201/

Sunday, 15 July 2018

Great Knot


We drove down the gravel road
Parked in a shaded spot close
To the path over the dunes
Binoculars and notepads
In our eager hands

Wooden slats wired together
To climb up over the dunes
Julie held tight to my hand
As the sea breeze blew head on
The low shining sands

Carefully we clambered down
To the beach spread out all round
Waves washed in with furious might
Shorebirds scampering with glee
Across wide wetlands

We walked down to the surfs edge
Hoping to spy a Great Knot
To tick off our life's list
As birdwatching was our game
We were holding hands

A place to sit we did find
To get the birds used to us
Eyes searching every group
As birds got back to work
We checked whole wide strand

Birds patterning sky above
Others feeding at shores edge
One jumped to avoid the spray
"That's it" Julie simply said
Voice almost offhand

I checked, she was right of course
As the seas spray pushed them back
Several Knots were down there
Julie simply took some shots
Camera in hand

Image found at http://www.arthurgrosset.com/ozbirds/greatknot.html

Saturday, 14 July 2018

Come back soon


I had you in my arms
And was kissing your lips
A hologram to hold
My darling petite fleur
For in my mind you were

There! Your familiar scent
Warm breath now on my face
So nestled close to you
Caressed your warm brown skin
Then felt you touch my chin

You're my garden in bloom
But cold like tundra's wind
My lifelong quest fulfilled
To find you standing tall
Oh, that would crown it all

Will you ever return?
To park your spirit here
Singing silly love songs
That anyone can hear
Come back soon, please be near

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