Wednesday, April 26, 2017

Sand through my fingers

Little did I think playing on the beach
A child many years before
Those sand castles, moats and dams that I built 
Were mountains in days of yore

As the sea washed over my little toes
I knew not what came before
That my ancestors had crawled up on this beach
A new place to live they saw

For as I hopped and skipped without a thought
As I grew each year by year
We had once feared wild beasts and birds around
Pets now that I hold dear

Did they stay close or forsake Mother Sea?
To find a safe place to hide
Live in a cave or construct a wood hut
Safe from predators abide

Mankind has struggled many years thus far
Now to reach this point in time
But found it best to fight in bloody wars
And to trash this Earth sublime

As the sand through my fingers now does run
A tear runs down my face
For this paradise in which we live
Has been made hell in this place

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Sunday, April 23, 2017

Mind in turmoil

How my mind is in turmoil
As midnight's pale moon looks on
As bastard minded statesmen
Cause peacetime hopes rot away

The blind buggers now rule us
Speak such candy coated lies
Seldom in my memory
Have the world's hope looked so grey

So play some calming music
I'll imagine maidens dancing
Liting sounds of soft singing
May well ease my mind this day

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The Wait

I waited long my lovely
On that summer's night
All neat and smart and longing
For your presence to light
My fire, my passion
And promise you my life

I waited long my princess
As the air turned chill
My plans went all asunder
And much against my will
Wept some tears of doubt
That you would be my wife

I waited what seemed like ever
The gifts I held seemed poor
Could  lose my precious who
To me meant so much more
Sadly I left that place
And trod my way back home

You didn't ring to tell me why
Or even write a letter
I lost you on that summer's eve
To a boy who was surely better
But as the past is past
I think I'll ring young Cindy

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This poem was originally written in 2010

Saturday, April 22, 2017

You are my springtime

Through a dark mirror
You are like a lethal drug
That makes my heart thrum

At times you melt me
With those dark eyes that promise
Key to your treasure

As I lay my head
In the hollow of your breasts
Let me stay always

We will never row
A plit would cause disaster
We need each other

Strip all your clothes off
Let me deck you in flowers
Springtime you are mine

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Friday, April 21, 2017

The Fruit lady

Staring now out the window
Looking at the market place
A bustling scene below her
She shed just one tear

She remembered long ago
When standing by her fruit stall
Shouting out "Ripe Bananas"
For them all to hear

What a young girl she was then
Coaxing all the customers
To buy all their fruit from her
As she called them near

She polished fruit on her smock
As she waltzed around her stall
Welcoming every buyer
Always with good cheer

Then one stall holder noticed 
She wasn't in the window
Gone to her orchard in the sky
That was very clear

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Wednesday, April 19, 2017

Scribbling Poetry

I'm an oafish fool
Meandering through this life
Head in a whirlpool

Scribbling poetry
Head bent now over the words
Seeking artistry

Getting words to rhyme
I must of lost my reason
Surely that's no crime

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Just like my dog

God so loves this our world
But man sadly hates it
God gives us all we need
But man wants so much more
There is enough on Earth
To satisfy us all
But we must now fight for 
Every drop of water
Every grain of corn
Over every stone
We are urged to covet
All that our neighbour has

Sunday's we go to church
On Monday we buy stuff
Much made with slave labour
Walk past homeless people
Begging on the sidewalk
As we purchase these goods
That we don't really need
Covet other men's wives
Carry weapons, secrete knives
Yet despite all of this
Somehow God still loves us
In his strange holiness

I think I should love him
Just like my dog loves me

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Sunday, April 16, 2017

In each other's arms

Waking from a nightmare
I leave those nameless demons
In the insane world of dreams
Trying to relax by your side

What madness calls me there
Pulling me away from you?
I softly touch your warm back
As you make mumuring noises

You wriggle your body
Considering the offer
These devious devices 
Usually setting the scene

We are so similar
Products of a darker past
Knowing, loving each other
Always safe in each other's arms

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Nail in the coffin

Come put you ear to my trunk
Listen to the sigh of the trees
As the breeze ruffles the leaves
Their message reaches up to heaven

Follow me to watch the sea
Wash over rocks, pebbles and sand
Listen to the seashells tell
From whence all life's gifts have come

Turn, turn from searching the stars
Preserve the Earth that we have now
Many scrape poverty's bowl
Few prosper wallowing in greed

Save the forests, save the trees
Listen to the call of the wild
Time to break down the barrier
Foolish man no more will be king

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Saturday, April 15, 2017

Time ebbed away

The sun's kiss was warm
They lay on the beach that day
Just seagulls and them

With his warm fingers
He drew patterns on her skin
She sighed happily

The sea waved at them
Their secret safe with him
As time ebbed away

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Wednesday, April 12, 2017

A lucky lad

I was such a lucky lad
Sometimes good and sometimes bad
Roving outside in the wood
Or back at home being good
Then I'd find a cosy nook
And put my nose in a book
Reading lasting in the night
The "Faraway Tree" a delight
But the best for many years
Was "Mary Plain" that brought me to tears

Library gave Mum a job
Great place to escape the mob
Where I wandered down each aisle
So became a bookophile
Before adult read "Cruel Sea"
Expanding my library
With rude words I should not look
Found Neville Shute's many books
"Pied Piper" to "Legacy"
Such sad tales of times relevancy

Books like these I did collect
They had such lasting effect
Classics from Greece and of Rome
Still fill a place in my home
I like Murikami now
And do give Jonasson a go
Living in a world of books
You kiss girls and wade in brooks
Knowingly live in a strange land
As you're equipped with novel in hand

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Information on books referred to:

Faraway Tree - by Enid Blyton
Mary Plain - by  Gwynedd Rae
Cruel Sea - By Nicholas Montserrat
Pied Piper, and Legacy - by Neville Shute
Haruki Murikami - wrote 'Norwegian Wood' and others
Jonas Jonasson - wrote 'The Girl who saved the King of Sweden' and others

Sunday, April 9, 2017

The Picnic

I could never understand
The logic of eating “en plein air”
A habit for which I had no care

My little heart would fall
When each event was planned and
Preparations made and put in hand

All but me were so excited
As hampers filled with food and drink
And even Dad would nod and wink

The trip was hell as discomfort reigned
Brother and sister jumped and played
In the car as I sat dismayed

And when we found the spot to sit
Far from home and comfort’s bliss
I would more and more my teddy miss

Parents sat and children scattered
But soon this changed as did the weather
As ants attacked and wasps did gather

Our food was clearly the attraction
As crawling emmets were pulverized
And wasps were flicked away from eyes

The clouds that up to now had taunted
Now let loose their fury wild
And Mum was no longer mild

With hasty packing we left the field of dreams
And turned my day from a nightmare
To head for home without one care

And when that night with Teddy tucked
Picnics I prayed from me please keep
and slept that night in blissful sleep

This poem is an oldie of mine from 2012 that deserved an airing. PS: Emmets are ants

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Saturday, April 8, 2017

Boys night out

Cheers he said throwing the beer can
A stupid grin on his wan face
Giving vent to unknown anger
Not wanting to undo his past
And with no thought for tomorrow

The lads night had been ruined
As he couldn't handle his booze
The single line of youths walked on
Hoping the next bar would let them in
Perhaps cut them a bit of slack

They went in pairs but no luck there
But one of them got a carton
So we all went down to the beach
To sit by the sand and the surf
Larking with the pebbles and shells

It's Jim's wedding day tomorrow
Let's hope he remembers who to
Looking all trim for the next day
Strapping lad is Jim; she's beaut too
At least I've got the ring for them

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Wind whistles sadly

The desert's waiting
It's in no hurry
You're welcome each day
If you come by chance
And quite unprepared
You'll probably stay

Beauty and quiet
The circle of life
But moisture is scant
Come without water
Your life may be short
With thirst you will pant

What is that stirring?
Some creatures out there
They're waiting for you
A circle of stones
Bones in the scrubland
All elbows and toes

Wind whistles sadly
Be wary at night
A picturesque scene
Like a mournful flute
Best hide at noontime
They know where you've been 

So hard to find shade
Distance deceptive
Could be farther off
What is that panting
A creature out there?
I've just heard him cough

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Friday, April 7, 2017

Recalling the past

Remembering all
The life from my young childhood
Recalling the past

Wading the river
Catching tiddlers in glass jars
Mum's face was aghast

Bright sunny morning
Racing our dog up the hill
He won, he's so fast

Then I broke my arm
Falling out of a tall tree
It's now in a cast

Spying young Sylvie
In the classroom one Spring day
So notes were then passed

But she broke my heart
As Jimmer Travers she chose
I was so downcast

Soon I was smiling
I met Jill at a party
So happy at last

Memories I have
Those days of childhood there still
As the years fly past

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Thursday, April 6, 2017

Dreaming of the past

Her name was Ingrid and she had long blonde hair that she flicked from her face as she grinned at me in class as I tried not to respond as I knew the teacher watched us like a hawk.

When we got out of school she wanted to take me home and show me her house and meet her mother so she held my hand which was soft and warm as she eyed me all the time as though I belonged to her.

Theirs was an old cottage with a beautiful garden and she told me her father worked on an estate as the head gardener and I could see why because it was immaculate.

So we burst through the front door and I was introduced to her mother who smiled with pleasure that Ingrid had brouight home a friend from school so gave us a drink and told us to go out into the back garden.

It was magnificent there as we made our way through a thick conifer hedge with an arched entrance that led into a wonderland of winding pathways, ornamental ponds, shaded bowers and flowers blooming everywhere.

It was magic; bees were buzzing butterflies flitting amongst the flowers and Ingrid was still holding my hand as she then turned to me and out of sight of the kitchen window she kissed me on my lips and that kiss I have remembered for the rest of my life as I sit here in my retirement home dreaming of the past.

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Wednesday, April 5, 2017

The jokester

The stare was intense
His eyes decried his spirit
So haunted were they

Furrowed brow, dark looks
Beneath this gloomy facade
Was a funny man

Who can ever see
The person under the mask
What they really are?

So it was with Jim
Sullen, hardly said a word
What a jokester he

Even then his face
Didn't cracked even one smile
While we laughed out loud

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My favorite month

Ah! April's fresh and breezy smile
So leave my umbrella behind
I'd rather be kissed by spring's rain

The sun peeps in and out of sight
Clouds chase across the morning sky
Like a horse with a flowing mane

Anxious people they now look up
As raindrops fall they scurry on
And water washes down the drain

I smile as eagle soars above
Blown blossom now catches my eye
Train's gleeful whistle on the plain

Farmers busy ploughing their fields
Fat cattle mooing in the byre
Horse in paddock flicks his mane

April is my favorite month
It tells me that I am alive
And now I'm rid of winter's pain

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Monday, April 3, 2017

Shedding tears

I'm sad now you've gone
For April is a lonely month
Shedding tears for me

I miss your dark eyes
For they glance at me no more
Who now do they see?

Your soft hands don't touch
Just who now have they beguiled
Why did you run free?

Doves they coo no more
Falling blossoms everywhere
But I have ennui

I'm sad now you've gone
For April is a lonely month
Shedding tears for me

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Sunday, April 2, 2017

Just hold my tongue

Just hold my tongue
Swallow my words
Erase my thoughts
But my heart will still sing with love always

Quench my spirit
Shred my letters
Claw my eyes out
But you will stay in my heart forever

Crawl in a hole
Cry in the hills
Shriek from your throat
But you're my homeland and will ever be

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Saturday, April 1, 2017

Who cares?

Your sweet brown eyes they urge me on
With a primal urge to kiss you
I confess I just have no shame
For as soon as I am near you
Be it in town or the garden
Even while walking on the beach
Whichever place we happen to be
Who cares whether 'tis love or lust
If I never get past first base
But I'll follow you to the moon
Or rise to the stars in the sky
To reach you, for you are perfect

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When they are alone

Each room I enter
I will glance at the bookshelves
To read the titles

Is it wrong to judge
Someone by the books they read
Rather than their face?

Some check the kitchen
Or look out at the garden
Where their hearts would be

Some would be happy 
To be greeted by a pet
Where their love may lie

But I like to see 
What adventures they have
When they are alone

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Friday, March 31, 2017

A sweet song of love

I heard you breathing
Such soft gentle whispering
Like sweet kisses blown
In nights darkness
Just for me alone

I touched you gently
Barely rousing from your dream
You stirred with pleasure
And hummed to me
A sweet song of love

Wrapped up together
Your warm flesh now welcomed me
As we became one
T'was then you spoke
"Don't ever leave me"

By morn you were gone
You husband returned today
Just how long to wait
Until next time
Our dangerous game

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Thank you Sanaa for hosting Prompt Nights I enjoyed every one

Thursday, March 30, 2017

Sorry it's my fault

"Sorry, it's my fault" she said getting out of her car to look at my dented rear end...of my car that is. At first I had been furious but my damage was slight and she continued to exchange details with me as other vehicles cautiously passed us by. 

We also exchanged telephone numbers and other details for insurance purposes. Just as I checked if I could still open the trunk, she bent down to pick up her license plate and others bits that were now lying on the road. 

As I watched I could see she was quite pretty and then the penny dropped (literally) as I had known her in junior high. "It's Penny Davis, isn't it" I exclaimed, now bending down to help her with a smile on my face then as she nodded she too recognised me "Looks like an expensive first date for us, doesn't it?"

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Wednesday, March 29, 2017


Flimsy traces of morning mist
Now fled unable to resist
The will of the new morning's sun
As is began the new day's run
Erupting from the distant east

At first glowing then sparkling bright
Shooing away the stars of night
Rising quickly to the sky above
Now dazzling eyes with her warm love
For us to enjoy her warm feast

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The creator in his wisdom bade
Give gender to most species made
Much fun each creature then would have
To compensate at their demise
As death was such a cruel surprise

Some species cared not for the plan
As Jim liked Tom and Trish loved Ann
So made it plain they'd not behave
Their lives were happy just like that
As he and she were just old hat

For as the numbers did build up
Was hard to fill both bowl and cup
Greed and poverty ugly are
Surely happiness we deserve
If our Earth we are to conserve

Seeing millions down on Earth below
Pondered long then rubbed his brow
If they're happy and do no harm
It seems okay so let's all sing
It's an evolutionary thing

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Monday, March 27, 2017

Life is not just dollar bills

Hush! Can you now hear them talk?
As we take a nature walk
Murmurs in the sky above
Of both eagle and the dove

Then put your ear to the ground
You will hear their pleas abound
Of the creatures "Please help me"
"We're in trouble don't you see?"

First the wolf then the lizard
Lying their with open gizzard
Killed or starved in their own land
By neglect or cruel man's hand

Our rich world can act right
Not if we unfairly fight
This world is a treasure store
Hurt it, then we are no more

Life is not just dollar bills
Kill the creatures, rape the hills
The days shorten everyone
Watch out or our lives are done

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Saturday, March 25, 2017

Waiting for Annie

Those long lonely months without you
The velvety touch of your skin
The sweet taste of your luscious lips
My heart's a casket of love within

The way your pretty eyes look
As I poured a glass of red wine
The glint of sunshine in your hair
That winsome look, you were all mine

I see some smoke in the foothills
Cruel flames now flicker in the trees
I'm here alone waiting for you
Dearest one, come back home soon please

There's dust blowing on the highway
How I've been in such a stew
You've added so much to my life
I just couldn't live without you

You now drive into the carport
My heart beats thunderous applause
I kiss and hug you with longing
Holding hands as we walk indoors

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What was her name?

Oh, what was her name?
How the years are cruel
I still see her eyes
It's her that I blame

Beckoned to the woods
Resting by her fire
"Sit by me" she says
"Come let's play a game"

Wood smoke drifted up
Sleepy, my eyes closed
She then spoke to me
My mind she did claim

These words she whispered
"Take care of my world
There's those that mean harm
For greed is their name"

Now I am like her
I can talk to owls
Creatures scamper up
With me they are tame

Warning signs they show
When nature needs help
Birds, beasts and insects
All to me they came

Fish would do as well
With mouths all agape
With them I had doubts
But they were in pain

Troubles others told
Foolishness of man
Ruining the wild world
Just for their own gain

I'm a wanted man
Just like that woman
Many years ago
Cybele her name

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Cybele was the Phrygian and Greek Earth goddess and clearly needs help if she is seeking assistance from me to preserve the beautiful wild places!

Friday, March 24, 2017

Over the sand

They walked down over the sand
Close smiling holdng on tight
Her sandals held in her hand
Surf beating in careless might

Sun's flames were exhausted for 
Moon's nightly rule of the sky
So seagulls now left the shore
Once they gave their last outcry

At boulder's edge they now sat
He spoke her name and she his
But touch was best not just chat
Their love was sealed with a kiss

Exhausted she clung to him
In night's blindness touch was all
As they both hugged limb to limb
Consoled by the night birds call

As in classic tales steadfast
They strolled back over the sand
Hoping that their love would last
Fingers entwined hand in hand

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