Saturday, September 30, 2017

The carnival's over

                                 

I woke from my imaginary world
To the comforting sound of my garden
Noisy parrots squabbling in the fruit trees
Stealing ripening fruit before I could
While I lay abed idle and listless
Not being allowed to exert myself
Recovering from the operation

Drifting off again in Morpheus's arms
I now heard someone pounding on the door
A throbbing drumbeat of pure insistence
Rattling enough to get me out of bed
I staggered to the door, Annie was there
Secretly I have always admired her
I'm lying again, I really love her

I did up my dressing gown, she just laughed
"Came round to see if you needed anything?'
She leaned over to kiss me on the cheek
The sweet scent of her body rang a bell
My hand caressed her warm cheek lovingly
She took my hand and pulled me to the bed
The carnival's over fasting no more

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Perhaps


It's a crime to argue with one you love
Injured you see the shine in their eyes fade  
They are gasping with the hurt you have caused 

Better by far to agree to disagree
Begin again, sing a song, feed them love
Caress her cheek, kiss the tilt of her nose

Deliver then her favorite flowers
She will see that you are honest and true
Perhaps church bells will chime for both of you

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Wednesday, September 27, 2017

I held your soft hand


I held your soft hand
As we both strolled on the beach
Sea murmured welcome

The morning still young
As the sun pushed over the sea
Lighting our faces

You shed your sandals
Then ran to the waters edge
Squealing at the cold

How I loved you Joan
As you turned to wave at me
Was that your goodbye?

The sun climbed upwards
Rising above the coastline
Waking the whole world

I turned to find you
Now coming back towards me
Your eyes said it all

Walking off the beach
We didn't say much at all
The sun on our backs


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Tuesday, September 12, 2017

Secret garden


This place was our secret garden
Where we would walk hand in hand
Sit on the grass all alone
I loved you in our magic land

We touched, we kissed, we cuddled here
We never spoke of right or wrong
We just felt right being one
And so sang our lovers song

The sun shone us every day
Our loving was quite taboo
We did wrong but didn't care
For your eyes shone for me too

Winter winds blow where we once were
Our trysting place is quite bare
You've gone to find another love
As it's the end of our affair

I'll remember you my dear
Those warm days with sunny skies
You were all mine and I yours
I'll not forget your passion's sighs

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Sunday, September 10, 2017

The coming gale


There was a grey mist over the waves
The sea slowly awoke from her sleep
I thought I heard a mermaid laughing
She sang a song from the briny deep

The tide kicked the spume over the beach
With squabbling Herring Gull's normal affray
A vagrant Albatross now soared aloft
Glanced down on us then was on her way

The mermaid waved shaking her long hair
Then dived in the sea with a flip of her tail
I wish she'd stay for a yarn or two
But she'd warned me of a coming gale

I hauled my boat above high tide mark
And wondered whether I'd see her again
My sleep is oft filled with dreams of her
I listen for her sweet song, but in vain

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Saturday, September 9, 2017

A spin in the Australian bush


Now don't get me wrong I love the rain
But when you're on a hike map in hand
Searching for the right path but in vain
And a dark cloud comes to pick you out
To funnel water on you like a water spout

You search for what shelter you can find
As more storm clouds surge overhead
Someone in power is most unkind
If I wanted water I'd be at the beach
As the wild wind now decides to push and screech

Thunder and lightning please stay away
As I search around for drier ground
The huge tree ahead is a Moreton Bay
It will shade me from storm's sweeping wake
Along with a Koala and a Corncrake


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Image of Corncrake found at http://www.bobthebirder.co.uk

Thursday, September 7, 2017

We needed no words


I saw it in your eyes
That infinitesimal sign
The stirring of rapture
We met on the platform
Winter wind did nothing
To cool the ardor in us
It had been two long years
Nothing could stop us now
We needed no words

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44 words used including Infinitesimal, Rapture, Cool

Wednesday, September 6, 2017

The look in your eyes


It was the look in your eyes
When you put your hand in mine
And the way you held me tight 
On this fine June wedding day

How we clung close together
On this our Paris honeymoon
Close to Parc de Luxembourg
Hotel a short walk away

Used the Metro all the time
To find the Rue de Rivoli
And the Musee de Louvre
Rode that train everyday

Went up the Eiffel Tower
Sailed a cruise boat down the Seine
Fell in love with Montmartre
Walked along the Quai d'Orsay

Shopping Galleries Lafayette
What a delight that was too
My poor legs were younger then
When we also shopped Bon Marche

But those days are now long gone
For I live now all alone
But what memories I hold
Of our June wedding day

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Yes, my wife Maureen and I spent our honeymoon in Paris in 1957

Monday, September 4, 2017

Sweet lips


Will I ever see you again?
That would help to ease the pain
Your green eyes would look at me
Those sweet lips grin, a joy to see
My wait for you had not been in vain

What words would your sweet lips then say?
After so many years away
When you'd see this old man now
Whose eyes are dim with wrinkled brow
Fumbling, stumbling along through the day

Would we be as when we were young?
On the day when church bells rung
Shyly on that day we were wed
We first shared our marriage bed
Where with such joy to each other clung

Will I ever see you again?
That would help to ease the pain
Your green eyes would look at me
Those sweet lips grin, a joy to see
My wait for you had not been in vain

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Saturday, September 2, 2017

Picnic on the hill


We walked to the top of the hill
Hand in hand not saying a word
Butterflies fluttered over grass green
We looked over the dazzling scene

Sun now shining on the valley
Farmer on tractor, barking dog
Where brown cows munched their daily fill
Us sprawled out on this flowery hill

The river below flows slowly on
At the copse edge a fox unseen
But by me as I kiss your nose
Fondling each other oh so close

I trace my fingers over your face
As you reach up to touch my palms
We hear the songbirds high above
Singing aloud that we're in love

I press my lips upon your cheek
Sun bows shyly behind a cloud
As we roll around with such delight
Thermos, tomatoes put to flight

We then hear other walkers come
Across our once idyllic field
Neaten our clothes and ravaged site
They pass, our smiles are blushing bright

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Our secret cove


The moment we first found the beach
We loved the place, was our secret cove
We rode our bikes there come rain or shine
Even in the misty summertime
Fighting our way through the scrubland plants
Rocky first, then sand then choppy sea
Salt smell on our noses, gulls calling
Where no-one else came to, except us
It cast its spell on us, we were hooked
I'd wade in the sea but you dived in
Then re-appear glistening, smiling
You even liked the misty moments
When a sea fog rolled in towards us
Which for some reason gave me bad vibes
For it certainly was a warning
Didn't know you used to come alone
As you knew how the beach would be
Was even sand on your bike's spokes
And the little half truths you told me
But sadly all that's obvious now
That you had been meeting someone else
The police came round to talk to me
Then took me in for questioning
Only then did they tell me what was up
Your bloodied body was found down there
Everyone knew that's where we both went

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Friday, September 1, 2017

Monsters lurking


Childhood is not always happy times
With cuddly mums and nursery rhymes
Being once safely in your bed curled
Then cruelly taken to school's real world

Where real monsters fought and played with you
With twisted wrist and a punch or two
On playgrounds there's nothing you could do
But run into class and cry boohoo

The rule of law was you did not tell
You would confess that you only fell
But going home Mum was very cross
To find your innocence was now lost

But as soon as Johnny's Dad found out
Started to teach how to box and clout
Soon the monster lurking at the school
Met his match, was made to look a fool

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