Saturday, 30 April 2016
I've read of love
I've read of love
That hopeless yearning
The primal urge to join another
Kissing their skin
Seizing the moment
Boundless steps of silken joy
Seeing the light
Swaying together
A pair of graceful dancers
Passionate fire
Love grows from this cell
This speck this egg of promise
So does love last?
As written in books
With you I will take that chance
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Childhood memories
Childhood memories
Black night dreaming
Shadows on the windows
Car lights dazzling
Little fingers blocking ears
Menace from within
Dishes smashing
Crying in the kitchen
Silence after
He's now throwing a tantrum
Father's now speaking
He is leaving
Bruises plain on her face
She sleeps with us
Until he comes back again
Image found at www.lifetudes.com
Wires crossed
True, I was not wise
What could I do otherwise?
So you heard my sighs
It was a surprise
We had got our wires crosswise
What do you advise?
T'was those little lies
That led me to my demise
Now I've lost the prize
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Wednesday, 27 April 2016
One Day
He could vaguely remember his own mother who used to have him on her lap and cuddle him close and he could feel how soft and warm she was how safe it felt like that.
Dawn was OK but if she ever mentioned his Ma she would call her "the Ex" which he didn't really understand.
As he grew older he often wondered whether he would ever meet his real Mum again and hoped that could happen one day.
After he had been at school a few years and started to learn new words he discovered the word excellent and thought about his mother again and how that word fitted her.
He determined that when he was older he would try to find her and tell her how much that her loved and missed her.
Image found at www.parents.com
Labels:
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Six Sentence Stories
The shepherdess
With her flock on the rolling hills
I saw her joyfulness
Skipping barefoot with the lambs
I liked her happiness
When she took me to her croft
She showed such tenderness
As she wrapped me in her arms
I loved her openness
She told me the way to live
And was the seductress
Who stole my poor heart away
Image of the painting 'The Hireling' by Holman Hunt found at www.culture24.org.uk/art/art61592
Baby
She was the baby
The last of our children
How we all loved her
When she woke crying
I kissed away her sad tears
Still she wanted Mum
She was the last one
Very soon she was the boss
Coming to our bed
For her midnight snack
So I then slept in the lounge
I was well behaved
No tantrums from her
Often she'd sleep on my lap
Put to bed later
She's all grown up now
Those tender years have now passed
I'd have them over
Image found at www.happybabysleep.com.au
Labels:
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Three Word Wednesday
Tuesday, 26 April 2016
We met by the sea
Yes she holds it still
A small fragment of my heart
O how I loved her
We met by the sea
I loved her salty kisses
He seaweed garland
How was I to know
That she was Neptune's daughter
A siren to lure me
My eyes are swollen
Salty tears for her alone
Wreckage on the shore
Come again my love
Let us splash in the shallows
And bask on the rocks
Yes she holds it still
A small fragment of my heart
O how I loved her
Image found at www.fineartamerica.com
Sunday, 24 April 2016
Encounter in the reeds
Bel looking back
Her skin was like alabaster and her eyes pale as the early morning and she
was one of the people from across the river. He knew he shouldn't look at her
for she came from the high mountains where the altitude made breathing
difficult. They spoke a different language and the children were warned not to
speak to them for that would be disaster as “They are not like us” his parents had warned, “Talk to them and there will be chaos.”
He looked through the reeds and saw her with her family gathering clay,
probably to make pots for there was none in the hills. Although he kept
still, the fair people were still alert and watched out for an attack. Like
wild animals one of them was always scanning the area, so he moved not one muscle. He
scarcely breathed as the girl came closer to him as in admiration she plucked the flowers
that grew there. Then she turned and stumbled into his hiding
place. He could see her expression change from being alert to one of fear.
He put his finger to his lips to signal silence as his face graphically
reflected his own fear. He glanced first at her face then down to her feet that
squished in the moist mud where they stood. Finally she uttered her word for “Mine” as she clutched the flowers close to her breast. He nodded in agreement and
smiled at her pretty face. As he did this she visible relaxed and stooped down
to where he hid. He pulled a chunk of bread from his satchel and offered it to
her. Doubtful at first she finally took it from him and nibbled at it looking
all the while at him in case he posed a threat.
Finally he spoke; “Gor” he said, pointing to himself. She thought for a
moment and then said “Bel” to tell him her name. Gor held his hands out to her
with his palms uppermost indicating there was no guile him. Instead of doing
the same Bel placed both her hands in his and nodded. Then almost in an instant
she changed; she had heard her people calling her name. She replied that she was there in the rushes, “I am coming, I am coming”.
Sadly Gor nodded and reluctantly let go of her hands. He then reached up and touched her pale face as she was so
beautiful and he uttered a one word question “Why?” She lowered her eyes, then rose
up, turning to rejoin her family.
Gor watched her go and as she pushed through the reeds his thoughts urged her to look back at him. The force of his love was so great that just as he
gave up hope of her responding, she did so, turned and smiled at him.
Where did I find love?
I found it in the marshlands
When she smiled at me
Where did I find love?
I found it in the marshlands
When she smiled at me
Image found at www.luria-xxii.deviantart.com
It's spring again
It's Spring again
Larks are rising
Ascending to have a talk
While I take a country walk
Woodpecker knocks
Minnows darting
In the cooling forest streams
This the season of my dreams
Buds are bursting
Tadpoles wriggle
From clustered grapes of frog spawn
Lamb babes skip from early dawn
So this is life
I am awake
No need to prick my flesh now
Farmers out with horse and plough
As evening falls
Nightingales sing
This my temple of delight
Spring you are my one true light
I lay down now
My day is done
Spring like heady wine has spoke
Sleep now wraps me with her cloak
Image of lark rising found at www.missjacobsonsmusic.blogspot.com
Friday, 22 April 2016
Coffee Break
It was coffee break
Girls gathered round the machine
The usual gossip
There was much laughing
About boys and the weekend
Then Hilda appeared
Back to work you girls
The old supervisor said
Sternly as she could
She recalled those days
When she worked on the shop floor
She'd been one of them
They'd get the sequel
At the afternoon's break time
She wished she could hear
Image found at www.chichesterweb.co.uk
There now below me
I climbed the mountain
Looked down to the world below
Vision of darkness
There now before me
My beautiful world now scarred
My face hid with shame
Such fires and smoke belched
Forested hills felled naked
An unholy mess
What prophet saw this?
I weep for all the children
As I close my eyes
Who will save the world
Just who'll atone for this sin?
World's light is now dimmed
Image 1. found at www.weandthecolor.com
Image 2. found at www.summitpost.org
Labels:
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The Sunday Whirl
Thursday, 21 April 2016
After the break up
She knew she was right and that she had to give Paul up as they just weren't going anywhere; to tell the truth he was boring.
He was devastated of course as he had planned on being with Nicky for ever having a beautiful wedding with her on his arm in all the wedding photos.
She relaxed after the break up and started going out with the girls again to nightclubs and getting really smashed.
That was fine until one night one particularly anxious creep would not take no for an answer and was waiting for her on her way home.
When she resisted he roughed her up and smacked her around the face and left her sobbing on the ground by a street light.
Laying there on a bed in casualty she wept tears of regret and wished she hadn't ditched Paul all those months ago.
Image found at www.angelrtalk.com
Wednesday, 20 April 2016
I do love her
I walked to the beach
The sea is my friend...sometimes
She tells me stories
She pacifies me
Lulling me with her beat of waves
On the sandy shore
Then sometimes angry
Raging drunk with a power
That inspires me so
When after the storm
She finally calms herself
So much like a wife
So I sing to her
With that she kisses my feet
Oh, I do love her
Image found at www.muoverinsieme.it
We were friends
We were friends that is all
Reading chatting laughing
About all things but us
Sat in the library
Knew each other but not
If you get what I mean
What were we studying?
Books, plays, and opera
Not each other, Oh no!
But then we played tennis
She in shorts with long legs
Her cute smile just for me
Later I'd walk her home
But still we did not touch
'Til that very first time
Just where had we both been?
So I kissed her goodnight
And that started it all
Now it was electric
Our voices whispered love
Such a change had occurred
We embraced each other
I even kissed her toes
Passion was our secret
Sadly love did not last
We never kissed goodbye
But I did make her cry
Oh how I miss her so
Her eyes her voice her smile
What was it that went wrong?
I too have wept my tears
I know not where she's gone
Love is not always kind
In this piece I interpreted the prompt Organic to be a poem that tells a story which grows, flourishes then dies.
Image found at www.goodreads,com
Tuesday, 19 April 2016
The end of the affair
I held you tight
My head lay on your breasts
The drums of your heartbeat
Beating a rhythm of love
This last meeting
Our life together now gone
Shattering hopes and dreams
He'd finally found out
The streets signs blinked
Rain fell weeping for us
Strip lights flickered sadly
Gravely we whispered goodbye
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Sunday, 17 April 2016
Fine Dining
Whining and dining
Taking kids to restaurant
For it was a treat
Lucy in her red shoes
Ouch! She now kicking my shins
Just where are their meals?
Tommy spills his drink
Napkins are in short supply
Ants are in his pants
A couple nearby
Wishing they were miles from us
Are having a blue
Ah! Good news at last
Waiter has finally come
Our meals have arrived
Then Tommy lets loose
He now wants what Lucy has
Gone green in the face
Room's almost empty
It's strange we had to book
Try Macca's next time
Note: "Having a blue" is an Australian expression meaning having an argument
Image found at www.examiner.com
Labels:
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Sunday Whirligig
Saturday, 16 April 2016
First signs of dawn
First signs of dawn and the old rooster stirred from his perch to welcome a new day after his night's rest. The sun's rays just flickering over the horizon as the cock left the coop as night lost morning's battle and scuttled away. Just as he was about to crow a welcome to the sun he sensed a movement by the fence and cocked his head then purposefully strode down to investigate catching sight of a snake trying to break open the shell of an egg laid by one of the hens the previous day. The snake looked up, rattled its tail while the cock straightened up and ruffled its feathers to look bigger. Forgetting all caution the cock stretched his height to the fullest and strode forward to combat the snake. The snake hissed, cock pecked to grab hold of the snake's tail and shook it throwing on the ground. The snake desperate to find a hole slithered away but when the cock followed the snake turned and struck the cock with its fangs and the two tussled squawking and hissing rousing the hens who came out to see what all the fuss was about. The snake mortally wounded writhed on the ground whilst the cock bitten staggered around the pen and collapsed while the hens looked on.
Snake hissed feathers flew
As cock defended the hens
Chicks would hear the tale
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Friday, 15 April 2016
Such a glorious morning
A wink through the window
Sun flirts with me again
Though my wife's in bed with me
I get up, one smiles the other groans
And pulls the covers over her head
As I feel the warm embrace
Of the new day dawning
What better love is this?
Than to woo me softly
Then when so enraptured
Wrap me with her passionate heat
To set the world singing again
Birds twittering, fluffy clouds dashing
Such a glorious morning
Lazy bones at last appears
Enticing still in her nightie
Grabs my hand lest I stray
Shakes an angry finger at the sun
Pulls me back inside the house
Laughing makes a cup of coffee
"You're mine" she says in warning
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Sun
Long dark hair
It was a mixture
Of shock and utter delight
When I kissed her cheek
I was ten years old
She was in same class as me
So about that age
She had long dark hair
Stood by me at assembly
We dare not touch then
Planting that first kiss
Holding her hand on walk home
A life changing time
So girls were okay
Being invited in good
Her smiling Ma best
I dream of those days
Seeing the world first time
With much more to come
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Thursday, 14 April 2016
Waiting for the day
At long last she heard his key in the lock and he was finally home.
"Have you managed to eat?" she asked as he flopped in the chair in front of the TV calling him from the kitchen.
He stared at the screen, silent, deaf to her and to the voices in front of him and it was then she knew something was wrong.
She feared this day would come; the succession of late nights, the feeble excuses about work and worse still his disinterest in her.
Bravely she asked; Is there something you want to say to me for I can tell something is wrong?"
"I'm leaving you" he said and she breathed a sigh of relief and thought it had taken him long enough to tell her as everyone else knew and she had been waiting for this day.
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Wednesday, 13 April 2016
Where my love is found
Home? He laughed out loud
When they asked him where he'd go
On his holiday
I feel more at ease
Walking on a lonely beach
Or in the forest green
Where the sea's whisper
Sings me a sweet lullaby
And soothes me to sleep
Fish nibbling my toes
There a crab waving a Hi!
And the broad blue sky
Breakers they'll applaud
At my visiting again
I know my heaven
The sand in my toes
The fresh salt wind in my eyes
With the scent of brine
Then there's the dark woods
With the tall whispering pines
I crave that feeling
Rustling of wild things
Now checking just who I am
Owls hoot the all clear
Creatures wander round
For they are not frightened of me
As insects buzz by
The stream ripples on
Little birds twitter and dive
Such place could I die
All my stress is gone
My happiness is found there
Of which do I dream
But you're right he said
I am going home once more
Where my love is found
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Image no 2 found at www.youtube.com
Pink dawn
Pink dawn turns to blue
Whole world changes its hue
Morning's welcome news
I'll touch your fingers
No, I must not linger
Know I have no time to lose
Gently kiss your soft skin
Your eyes follow me but I must go
Sever the string that ties me to you
Shower and dress a bit to eat
Then back to see if you've stirred
Your eyes have now closed
You say not a word
I'll see you tonight
I say as I take flight
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Path to the future
Suns opaque shyness
It was one of those grey days
Everything was sad
Even the wind moaned
Melancholy, boisterous no more
Mature in mourning
There's always hope though
Laughing child and nimble lamb
May give us all hope
Mankind offends all
Mountains crumble and seas weep
Yet children still play
Lay me down to rest
Sure that a little one sees
Path to the future
Image found at www.artoflearning-rakesh.blogspot.com
Sunday, 10 April 2016
Waking in darkness
Waking in darkness
Listening to you breathing
Waiting for the dawn
You're not there of course
Birds tap against the window
As the new day comes
Sleeping or awake
I can't get it in my skull
That you've really gone
Sun unfolds the day
I make myself a coffee
And some burnt white toast
Skein of geese flying
Might take a love note to you
That's probable
Brick by brick I try
To find a life once again
Seems impossible
Image found at www.blog.mountain-plover.com
Labels:
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Love,
Poetry,
Poets United,
Sadness,
Sunday Whirligig
Saturday, 9 April 2016
Love you Daddy
Talk to me she said
As I tucked her up in bed
Tell me a story
I knew what she liked
We both went on adventures
In magic circles
Riding fast horses
In tales of fairies and gnomes
In dripping dark caves
Beneath the surface
Befriending fierce dragons
Riding on the their backs
Just us together
Meeting the good fairy queen
By a flowing stream
Then used and abused
By an evil witch and dwarfs
Until hope at last
As we both escape
To fight and win in the end
Cheering in the stands
I see my daughter
She is asleep at long last
Hearing the story
As I kiss her now
She murmurs "Love you Daddy"
I turn out the light
Image found at www.amnis406.deviantart.com
Do you floss?
Oh no, not again
Time for check up I was told
Trip to the dentist
First the hygienist
So they charge a little more
Kids pictures on walls
Adult now feels small
Finally sees dentist
He asks, "Do you floss?"
Naturally I lied
Hygienist has just done it
I nodded of course
Think we'll book you in
That old filling looks nasty
For he wants me back
Latest model car
Is in the showroom window
He needs my business
Image found at www.lifehacker.com
Wednesday, 6 April 2016
Start on Monday
Deep clear blue eyes stared
Searching my soul for some sign
Then she pushed away
Was I rejected
Wondering what she needed
Had I performed well?
I felt deflated
Pondering what I did wrong
Would I ever know?
At last she spoke up
"I choose you" pointing at me
"You start on Monday"
Image found at www.dinheiroganhar.net
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