Wednesday, August 16, 2017

The flood of tears


How could I not feel?
The deep anguish in her eyes
As I spoke those words

How could I not see?
The flood of tears on her cheeks
As we argued long

How could I walk out?
Without giving it a thought
From our house that night

Moon hid in the clouds
In the cold I walked alone
Regretting each word

Later I returned
Everything was in darkness
There was not a sound

She slept with the kids
With her arms around them both
It's my turn to weep

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Monday, August 14, 2017

Just three little kids


Just three little kids
Wading barefoot in the stream
Glorious summer

Just three little kids
Run with their dog in the park
Screaming with laughter

Just three little kids
With a bag full of candy
Heaven for the day

This little haiku stream was posted elsewhere almost exactly three years ago today and is just a sweet reminder of childhood

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Sunday, August 13, 2017

In the shadows


"Penny for them" she said
Wife wanted to know what I was thinking
Wished she hadn't asked me

My mind in the shadows
Of those days when I was young and free
And of young Cindy Lee

Young and brown and smiling
With her dark hair in loops and ringlets
Loving eyes just for me

I loved her that's for sure
But it wasn't written in the stars
Confirmed by father Lee

I got wise quite quickly
So began life's crooked path, but not
With my young Cindy Lee

I wonder if she'd say
If we met walking down the street
"Couldn't you wait for me?"

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Saturday, August 12, 2017

I remember


I remember him
The smoky dance floor
And the boozy nights
Trad jazz band playing
We were in our teens
Laughing at nothing
When we both got stoned

He joined the forces
Then when I asked why
His answer was just
To see the wide world
Never imagined
Him with back pack on
The day that he phoned

It wasn't all true
Bare faced lies in fact
He bagged a job as 
A special agent
Unknown to us all
'Til his wife called 
Surprised I'd not known

Well push came to shove
They lost him abroad
Came back a hero
But dead to the world
Played jazz in the church
I'd pushed for that thought
Of times we were stoned

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Thursday, August 10, 2017

My pen pal


Can I tell you about my pen pal
Who I am sure is a sweet gal
That writes a lot about her land
But doesn't know I want to hold her hand
Then dance around in a pas-de-deux
And kiss her lips as I imagine her
Grinning and looking into my eyes
And when I touch I hear her sighs
Then wrap her up in a warm embrace
Only see a wide smile on her face
Perhaps she doesn't want all that
But only wants to show me her cat
Or take me to her busy city
While I would like some serenity
By wrapping her up in my arms
By being beguiled with her charms
Perhaps I shouldn't go on like that
As teacher said we should only chat




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Wednesday, August 9, 2017

Come out to play


We moved into an old house in the country in June so many years ago and the weather was already warm so we left the doors and windows open wide to create a cool draft within.

Later as winter winds blew we closed them tight to keep what warm air there was in the room we were especially the bedrooms at night before we air conditioning.

We had hardly been in bed five minutes when we heard this scratching noise on one of the other doors so my wife nudged me and said "What's that?"

So I got up and looked out from our door and still the scratching went on so one by one I checked the others doors to see if a rat or bird or open window could make that sound until I came to a little storage room and opened that,

Without ado there was a whoosh and a grateful sigh and I was almost blown off my feet as this gust of air enveloped me and blew away I know not where.

Strangely though rather being scared out my wits I felt now calm and serene for I then realised we lived with a friendly ghost that needed just one open door to come out and play.

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To sleep safe


How can we fix this broken world
Just how can we do what is right
To stop this urge to always fight
Wouldn't that be a glorious sight
Love each other with all our might
To sleep safe this and every night
With all the family all held tight
And you in my arms safely curled?

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