Wednesday, 20 June 2018

So says the wise owl

What vanity in this creature
That calls himself Homo Sapiens
And does his wisdom surpass all?
Beasts, birds and fish are merely peons?

His eyes tend to be not so hot
Uses just two of his long limbs
To walk or run which seems so strange
Voice that prattles at every whim

Animals fight for lives and kin
But humans do it just for fun
Hits with fists and spears and arrows
Fights as well with bombs and guns

This creature thinks he is so clever
Digs metal, chops trees just to make
Planes and ships for deadly war games
Not live in peace for pities sake

He plays with plastics and poisons
Then fouls the Earth with deadly waste
Knowing all that is very bad
So plans new home in far off space!

One day Earth with be clean again
The forests spring alive and green
Animals in safe habitat
The seas and rivers sparkling clean

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Sunday, 17 June 2018

Rocking with grief

The wonder years have gone
Your smile is rarely seen
Tucked up in bed asleep

Greatness of days now gone
No more splashing surf
Nor travelling roads long

Words from your lips are gone
Your eyes see not the day
But yet you still breathe on

Your friends have come and gone
You hear not whistling wind
Or cars in street below

I'll hold hands 'til you've gone
You still defy death's call
As I rock with grief's pain

"She won't know that you've gone"
The nurse says "Take a break"
"Go home and get some food"

Phone rings to say "She's gone"
"Careful don't hurry back"
The night that my wife died

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A shot in the dark

Honey I heard you call in the night
I was all alone, it was a fright
I felt your breath and heartbeat
Then your scent which was a treat

Fresh flowers it was but late the hour
To visit me in this mournful bower
So many years since you had passed
Such a treat, I have been so downcast

I have much to tell you sweetest love
So much has happened my turtle dove
Carefully wrapped around with my arm
Protecting you from all harm

I awoke to find that you had gone
For me morning's sun no longer shone
I fiddled around over an hour
My bed it seems was not a safe tower

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Thursday, 14 June 2018

Halcyon days

What was that feeling when we did meet?
As you waved at me across the street
It was that look so many years ago
When we first did meet in Old Soho
Your green eyes laughed with such impish fun
We sat on the balcony in the sun
You let my fingers touch your soft skin
While music played in the nearby Inn

What is my feeling now you have gone?
Just what happened and just what went wrong?
I thought we were made for each other
Then I found you were with another
So I wept, didn't know what I'd done
I missed our halcyon days in the sun
I have that memory of your soft skin
As music played at the nearby Inn

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Wednesday, 13 June 2018

A lover of mine

I shouldn't tell you this
But I just can't resist
It's about a lover of mine
She was a beauty so divine

Met her many years past
Knew our love wouldn't last
Still lusted for her and she saw
Smiled at me and I knew I'd score

Our eyes met, words were few
Was no doubt what we'd do
So talked of music and of art
Touched her face so affair did start

She lived way out of town
Didn't wear a nightgown
Stood there naked by the fireplace
And flicked raven hair from her face

Took her hand, kissed her nose
So pleased she wore no clothes
Laying there did what lovers must
Laughed and wept with our wicked lust

Affair lasted about two years
Finished of course in tears
Mine of course as I had tarried
Hers when she learned I was married

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Now please don't admonish me for this blog is mostly fiction not a biography

Tuesday, 12 June 2018

Colour Blind

When I was young they all laughed at me
For I was colour blind you see
Not so bad that all was shades of grey
But green and brown 
Just made me frown

Mother, brother, teachers shook their head
Other schoolkids just laughed with glee
But for me it was sheer misery
The sky was blue 
Yes, that was true

Father got a painters colour chart
Thought he'd teach me from the start
I just thought they'd got the colours wrong
Green the tree trunk
Leaves brown...I thunk

It really didn't matter a jot
My blood was red, blue ink did blot
My dear wife said her eyes were green
That made me frown
Saw them as brown

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All I can see here is dots 

Sunday, 10 June 2018

I still think of her

A long time ago
I was asked "Who's your best friend?"
So I said "This book"

"How lucky you are"
She said, as she picked it up 
reading the title

I liked the way her 
Long hair fell over her face
Finding her pretty

"Nearly finished it?"
I said "I'm a fast reader"
"Want to borrow it?"

She nodded shyly
"Wait until the weekend"
"I am near the end"

Yes, she did read it
And some other books of mine
Then we'd discuss them

I did kiss her once
But we never dated much
Really don't know why

I still think of her
Her eyes said more than her lips
What a fool I was!

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