I give her a hug More loving than apostle like We have long been friends She is a blessing She cares for me and I her We are both broken It is a friendship Of such a value for which There is no high price An unwritten pact Tell no lies no porky pies Life is hard enough Joined in our sadness Our lives needs some fresh gloss paint Busy as buzzing bees Don't push each other There's plenty do that already We have just got us So we'll just hold hands And are much stronger that way I give her a hug Image found at www.shutterstock.com
Oh that I would drownèd be Wrecked on lonely shore is me Dressed in rags no sustenance Such terrible happenstance Not one soul to accompany me Shelter shelter I must find Lest I fail in this cruel wind Cursing captain and the crew That met this storm for they knew The sea is not always kind Palm fronds shall my shelter be Coconut to comfort me Blow wind blow go blow away Let me see a sunlit day Now saved I am from the sea What speech this, not heard before As I awake upon the shore Oh no! The natives of this place Will surely show death's cruel face Not give me some succour They jabber and laugh with glee Then they pull me to my feet I see some now fishing by The tide is now at its high Children run to look at me They poke their hands in my skin And scamper off all laughing The women now come to stare I gulp seeing breasts all bare They chatter and all do grin Before long I'm one of them Accepted they do not condemn My clumsy tongue and strange ways One girl sets my heart ablaze I love her she is a gem One day a ship sails in sight Now I'm fearful of my plight Should I sail with them again? No this is my home, no pain I'll not leave my future's bright As always my mind takes me on adventurous journeys and the prompt word "Despair'" although not used is implied in the first four verses and the last of course! It is best to read this with an 18th century English accent! Verses rhyme 1,1,2,2,1. Image 1 found at www.gettyimages.com
Cold winter creeps in Discontent settles abroad Old Tawny owl hoots It's a chill morning Mists rise reluctantly now The vines are withered Icy tassels cling Like frozen worms waiting there To trap passers by Splashed mud plasters all To repair some unseen cracks Of some mad tradesman Wildlife has now fled To their diverse safe havens Birds to warmer climes Animals sleeping Dreaming of a glorious spring Or such lucid thoughts And me, you now ask Just howthen do I survive? My love keeps me warm Image found at www.pinterest.com
Oh to be a child again And run dancing in the rain Laughing screaming in the wet How we adults do forget And those days of summers bliss Of stealing that first sweet kiss Was it Pam or was it Sue I changed that day and so did you Now you looked with such strange eyes Spoke in whispers and with sighs Yes we played much as before That little girl from right next door You grew away which made me sad Though I was a little lad I could see not all was fine For you wished your first kiss was mine Now you're married so am I Secretly for you I cry Seasons come and they go I dream of you I really do Oh to be a child again And run dancing in the rain Laughing screaming in the wet For of those times I'll not forget Image found at www.tudatosvasarlo.hu
"Draw the curtains would you?" she asked in a soft seductive voice. The evening was drawing in so he complied without a murmur unaware of what she had in mind. That's not true of course he was hoping she would be amorous tonight as he knew she had been away these last few weeks on some family matter interstate. She rarely came to his place so when he felt her soft hands on his shoulders from behind him he murmured happily "Ah this is the life isn't it?" "No, this is the death, you cheat, don't you think my friends haven't been keeping me informed of your little escapade while I was away?" The impact of the knife thrust in the back of his neck was instantaneous and she was glad she had earlier left him a text message on his phone saying "Sorry am running late will see you tomorrow". Image found at www.shutterstock.com
What a change had occurred this former wallflower had bloomed like an orchid shy withdrawn with no flair had changed overnight to be happy-go-lucky joyous and outgoing a wonder to behold Once she was ignorant now she was colorful her eyes sparkled with joy while others looked envious no wonder they all stared it was the diamond ring on her finger of course she shone with happiness Image found at www.affordableengagement.com
Life is no picnic So wise men have said to me There's no sense in that As I remember Picnic's meal "al fresco" Best eaten at home Ants and wasps love them As storm clouds gather to play Nature takes up arms Children are screaming Our chosen spot is crowded Not now idyllic Strange dog adopts us Our food is better that theirs But then cocks his leg My drink's knocked over People think I wet myself There's no place to hide Rain now patters down We rush to evacuate In mass migration Get back to my place Please do count me out next time Says me from my chair Image found at www.robinwoodpark.org
I have that itch again Life has now lost its gloss And nights are drawing in Bells ringing in the night Summon me to dark deeds For vampire is my trade My mission simply is A willing victim find Pretty girl would be best I'll not gloss over it The payback is not bad She'll see the sense of that Six bites over winter She'll be right on track To be then one of us Come Spring my apprentice We will stand side by side May even be my bride Image found at www.stuffpoint.com
You were my first friend Grubby faced cute little girl In a gritty grey little house Same as ours next door Smelled of boiled cabbage Because we were all so poor It wasn't a broken home Just that one that was dirty We were all like that then Filthy kids in squalid homes Empty faces and empty lives Same families everywhere In the twilight of my youth We moved out of that street Went across town to Parkside Took the streetcar far away From my fetid birthplace Ma vowing never to return Now that I am all grown up I have that itch to return I so want to see you again My grubby faced little friend 'Cos I really loved you And I do miss you so much Image found at www.cable-car-guy.com
Her name is Nichole Barista at the café I go Her eyes dance with fun "Cappuccino please" For I like frothy coffee And a cake of course I sit myself down And grab a paper to read There's few in today She brings it herself There's a twinkle in her eye Now I can see why
She glances at me And I am smitten at once I am lost in love Her eyes are hazel There's a scar on her cheek She pouts with surprise As I look at her She's so much shorter than me But I feel so small She has such spirit I so much want to touch her And she knows that now She softens gently Then lowers her head and nods That we may now talk She touches my hand It's a small warm gift of love I belong to her In those precious months Always she held on tight to me Never letting go We could not marry Her parents did not like me With the limp I had Image found at www.istockphoto.com
The world I knew is fast disappearing; for once I was knowledgeable but now I am a dunce, a Dumbo with big ears and tears in my eyes in this electronic age. Many years ago as I walked down the street I would wave a hello at the shopkeepers attending their stalls or sweeping the sidewalk and they would wave back. Now, no one give me a nod for there is but one girl manning the shop and I have to bag the chosen purchases myself and the lass at the till calls be not by my name but "Next". I remember the days when the Bank clerk knew me by name but now the automatic teller says not a word except some bleeps from outer space after I have keyed in a number which I tend to forget because I have a hundred other pass codes to remember. In my desk drawer at home there is a long little booklet, unused, lonely and forlorn for his name is checkbook and he hasn't been used for years. As I close the drawer again he waves a sad goodbye and I shed a tear for we are both now redundant. Image found at www.dailymail.co.uk
It was raining out I dashed to the art gallery To wile away time I am a sucker For the old impressionists But there were few there I could go giddy Over all Monet's landscapes And Renoir's women But this place had none Just modern art at its best The catalog said Rules were forgotten Painter bullying viewer Masochistic art "It's so enchanting" Said the woman by my side I managed a grunt "It is frenetic" I said hoping that would please I got a doubtful nod As I walked away She followed wanting to talk So then I let loose "They're fanatical Products of the age of war Beauty lost from sight" "Shall we have coffee?" She then asked me with a smile Yes! I could paint her Image found at www.feministartpower.wordpress.com
A shy teenager Cannot believe the beauty Of that girl in class Groom at his wedding Sees none other but his bride With her wistful smile A mother's child is Her most beautiful creation She blushes with pride I touch your warm skin This is where happiness lies As I look in your eyes What's more beautiful Than the seas whispering song Holding your hand And you my angel You'll be with me in heaven For we cannot part Image found at www.gettyimages.com
Yes, something was wrong The dog whined the cat snarled My hair stood on end So I looked outdoors It wasn't evangelists But was the devil That cunning demon Fit as an agile gymnast Leapt onto the roof So I lit a fire Hoping that bewildered him And prayed for some help An angel bless him Came clothed in a fleecy jacket Of worsted fabric Now touching my arm Pointed to the waxing moon Waiting for his chance Then beyond the house We heard a mournful howling The angel set off Now gone from our sight We heard them wrestling above 'Til it was over The dog barked for joy And the cat purred with delight What an adventure! Image found at www.pinterest.com
She entered the church Silently sat in a pew Drinking in the calm No one else was there She prayed for her family Wherever they were Relaxed she got up Lit a candle for someone To burn by itself Stranger to the church She slowly walked all around Glad she was alone The stained glass windows Painting of the last supper Hung by the choir stalls Altar cloth was white She sat by the chancel screen And tried not to cry A bible was open Tale of the loaves and fishes Her tears fell freely Back at the entrance She placed money in the alms box Then took herself off In the balcony The cleaner had made no sound Lest that he was seen He climbed down the stairs Just time to do the flowers Before his lunchtime Image found at www.mnprairieroots.com
Bob's letters had stopped Well over a month had passed She was heartbroken Her iPhone silent She cried herself to sleep now Longing for a kiss But then she saw him An older woman on his arm She was mortified She stopped hid from sight How could he do this to her? She thought he loved her Traffic roared lights flashed She so needed a rest now But walked in the road A loud screech of brakes The older woman turned round Then covered her eyes She woke from her dream What was she thinking about? She'd give Paul a call Image found at www.andersonlawwa.com
The house as it is now but it wasn't painted in my day Such a long time ago I was born at home in a small house at the end of a rough road halfway between two towns in southern England. It was five o’clock in the morning and I cried as most babies do when greeting the world.
The address was No 1 Bentley Cottage, Reeds Estate, Heath End, Farnham, Surrey, then (but isn't anymore) and it was the best place to grow up with a field at the bottom of the garden and a stream running though the copse a bit further off.
Us kids ran free then even though it was wartime with army bases close by and planes flying overhead but we knew no other life. We climbed trees waded streams and caught tadpoles in ponds and played in the haystacks and pretended we were soldiers with sticks for guns just like our dads and uncles.
I went back there a few years ago but of course it is changed with a school in one field and dozens of houses in the others with everything looking so neat and tidy and I wondered where the kids were and what they do now for fun and so I sadly shook my head.
Hello loneliness Damned companion at my side Forever with me How cherished you were True love and light of my life A host of memories But now you have gone And time like a babbling brook Flows carelessly on Yet the birds sing on Clouds still drift across the sky Thunder's in my heart Beating a rhythm Sending a message to you From one who loves you Image found at www.mymodernmet.com
Tempting, amoral Just who would not look on her Such is lust's draw card She lowers her eyes Unselfish with her favors The hook's been baited I woke from my dream What on earth was I doing? My wife's arm round me Brain you're a temptress Winding my dreams round the past All that's behind me Image found at www.lillian888.wordpress.com
Moaning and sighing The wind tells me her secrets But she's not our friend The high mountain is Even when wind whistles there Always prattling on The mountains love me I sing loudly from her peaks Sleep in her valleys She knows me so well I drink her fresh flowing streams Then talk to her trees
Wind breezes away Huffing and puffing in scorn Birds laughing along I rest my head down They twitter their friendship Happy that I stay So do no one harm Speaking to those that you meet Just see them then smile Sing on the mountain Open your hearts and speak your words Love one another
