Wednesday, March 22, 2017

How I used to be


Oh mirror just why do you fail me now?
Emphasizing lined eyes and wrinkled brow
And what are these tufts of hair in my ears?
Which are bigger now than my younger years

Once I grinned at you with such manly pride
But now each morn I really want to hide
What is worse is that pesky bathroom scale
You have crushed the vanity of this male

Just where has that young and handsome man gone?
Flirting with cute lasses egging them on
Pretty girls in the cafe now look at me
Wondering how this old guy used to be

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Monday, March 20, 2017

Gentle falling rain


Blue sky this morning
But soon though clouds filled the sky
First white then turned grey

Sad they seemed to be
Soon they wept tears from the sky
Gentle falling rain

As I stayed indoors
Happy trees waved in the sky
My plants also grinned

As clouds blew away
Birds now swept down from the sky
For a welcome drink

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Sunday, March 19, 2017

My bus was late


My bus was gone so I sought shelter
With the rain pouring helter skelter
I huddled in the closest doorway
A sex shop, great way to end the day!
More to the point it was open still
A dog sneered at me with looks to kill

Two girls wilth umbrella passed me by
One sang out "Go on in don't be shy"
"Have you got your eyes on us pair?"
"Get us a dildo while you're there"
A taxi drives past, the brakes are hit
As I wave it down to get in it

Girl's jealous stare and now do entreat
So we all packed into the back seat
"Sorry" says one, "We also missed the bus"
"Thank you for taking pity on us"
"We have been hit on a hundred times"
I feel the heat of her thigh sublime


Image found at www.lonelyplanet.com

I very nearly passed this one over trying to think what to write with the prompt words. Luckily my muse appeared at the right (write) time...she is a good girl!

Saturday, March 18, 2017

Stop bagging me


I waddle like a penguin now
How this happened I know not how
After all those long years alive
Like a mouse into a hole I've dived

Bell, book and candle I need not
I really have not done a lot
I've walked around the forest green
Travelled the world, so much I've seen

Spent some time on a drawing board
Led a peaceful life without a sword
Carried trays in for a sick wife
Knew where to place both fork and knife

I have picked oranges and other fruit
Furnished houses that looked real cute
I'm prattling on like a broken disk
Stop bagging me or off I'll whisk


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I lay my head


How I wish that I was fit
Even just a little bit
To walk across fields of green
Or run on the beach serene

But my legs don't want me to
Active days are now all through
My fingers though are all right
On the computer they tap all night

My mind's busy as a bee
Sometimes a sailor at sea
Or a lover in a bed
As on her breast I lay my head

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Friday, March 17, 2017

He held her close


The laughter lines around her eyes
Lips not so full as those once kissed
But his heart beat just like a drum
As his mind flashed back through time's mist

So many years had now passed by
Since he had seen his old girlfriend
They stopped, they talked, he touched her cheek
What chance of fate to comprehend

Her sad eyes did not leave him once
As to the coffee shop they went
He held her hand, fingered her palm
A small tear was her message sent

They talked of little and of much
They talked of children and of pain
He held her close then let her go
They both planned to meet up again

Image found at www.framepool.com

Wednesday, March 15, 2017

Tap at the window


A tap, tap, tap at the window, I hear it once again
Who is out there, what do they want? It's driving me insane
The roof is creaking as the wind howls into a raging gale
I look at her, she turns around and her face has gone quite pale
The dog cowers in his bed, the cat has now disappeared
There's a mighty crash now things are much worse than we feared

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Talk and a smile


I was watching as I often do
Drinking my coffee eating my bun
It is one of my pleasures still
Now my age is nearly eighty one

She sat at a table close by me
Finishing her snack now looked at mine
Had lost her right arm so used her left
Reading the newspaper on page nine

We chatted about not much at all
Of her marriages and children too
Her time in Uni and her working life
Even her lost arm was not taboo

Then as she started to take her leave
She thanked me for the conversation
It's easy to brighten someone's life
With talk and smile, no obligation

Image found at www.onlymelbourne.com.au

This in fact happened to me the other day as I had a cappuccino in town; the only problem with chatting for about an hour with a stranger was that when I finally grabbed the paper from her I found she had done the crossword which I like to do each day!

Monday, March 13, 2017

Dawn's light


Dawn's light through the window shines
After a stormy night
When the wind blew so wild
And the rain teemed down
I hugged my pillow like a child
But finally fell asleep

The sun rose this morning
Now birds sing happily
Garden looks a treat
I can breathe fresh air 
With great joy my heart does beat
As I open the window wide

Image found at www.homeaway.com

Sunday, March 12, 2017

Jim Dent


Young Jim Dent was bent
Crooked as they went
He stole a car caused a dent

State jail he was sent
Has time to lament
End of the road for Jim Dent

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Harbor Town


Crew on leave in a harbor town
Welcome sight for all the seamen
Hapless harlots are now reborn
Hearing the blast of the ships horn

Gladly the sailors take their leave
Wandering soon found them a bed
Before they found a place to sleep
Now digging in their pockets deep

"Time's up" girls said "Go to your wife
I've your money, so you're in strife"
Weakness of man just so you know
Returns home to family's woe

There's cries and cursing through the night
Blood may be spilt if they do fight
Sleeps alone by the chimney breast
As dawn's light blights his search for rest

Image found at wwwh.punditfromanotherplanet.com

Saturday, March 11, 2017

Thunder boomed


Thunder boomed, lightning flashed 
Splintering the grey skies
Peeling back the dark clouds
Fleeing now from our eyes

All men and beasts cowered
Bruised now by nature's wrath
Now deluded they would
Escape a sudden bath

Brims of hats they now dripped
And watercourses flowed
Ducks relished their present
Or so the story goes

Nature took her revenge
Blue blanks of sky now neared
Sun emerged unruffled
Her boon of warmth appeared

Image found at www.bbc.com

Friday, March 10, 2017

Emily's Scarf


        L-R Emily Davison, Sylvia Pankhurst, Christabel Pankhurst and Emmeline Pethwick-Laurence 1910


Emily why are we fighting still?
One hundred and four year since you fell
Killed by the hooves of the King's racehorse
That sad mad day at Ascot racecourse

Few countries then let their women vote
So you walked on the grass that day
So Britain's women should do so too
A step forward for world all through

It took a war and suffering too
To get on that electoral roll
And have the right to make one small mark
Sadly parts of the world are still dark

So the battle is far from won
There is so much more to be done
Equal pay and there is so much more
Thank you Em for opening the door

Just so you know, 'twill make you proud
That scarf you wore the day you died
Is in a case for everyone to see
In the House of Commons, Emily!


                                                    Protesting suffragettes

Images found at www.dailymail.co.uk

In Great Britain the Houses of Parliament accommodate the House of Commons, elected by the British people and the House of Lords consisting od about 90 hereditary Lords, 26 Bishops of the Church of England and the rest peers appointed by the sitting Prime Minister as vacancies occur subject to the approval of the reigning monarch.

Wednesday, March 8, 2017

The shadowy figure


The shifty shadowy figure
Stmbled down the half lit street
Hiding his face fromthose he did meet

Painful his steps awkward his gait
Anxious to get to the spot
Which when shaded would not be too hot

Where the day he would spend
Begging in an old raspy voice
Offering drawings "Come make your choice"

Only a few dollars he made
To buy can of soup and bread
'Til he was found in the park quite dead

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You flick your hair


Dare I look in your eyes
To smile or wave at you
You've entranced me for a day or two

You have such warm brown skin
I see you flick your hair
I do love a girl that shows such flair

I walk up bold as brass
That's such a change for me 
You're such a flower, I'm the bee

You look surprised of course
But then the penny drops
I once gave you a lollipop

You're the girl in grade six
How you've grown, you're such a belle
I know your name, it's Isobelle

How you laughed when we spoke
Your eyes never left mine
Strolling along, fingers intertwined

You’re determined that’s true                    
Your strong so erudite
Our meeting could turn out just right       



I'm a lucky man having grown up during WW2 where women often had to be head of households, worked in traditionally men's industries and had the vote before many other nations. So I had a mother, aunts and even a nan that were adept, outspoken and determined. I was not blinded by prejudice but convinced by their capability and that the sexes were equal. So my offering is my usual romantic nonsense where neither has the advantage.

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Monday, March 6, 2017

I have lost you


Shyly you bowed your sweet head
I brushed the hair from your eyes
In those moments we had left

I had lost you that was clear
Someone else now held you dear
It's over, I was bereft

I took your hand one last time
Traced my fingers on your palm
You heaved a sigh of regret

Then told me whispering low
Your parents had found a beau
We should not have even met

Your sad tears now wet your cheek
I kissed your so sweet red lips
And breathed you in one last time

I too cried myself to sleep
A pillow I held up close
Woke alone to hear bells chime

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Sunday, March 5, 2017

How can I write a poem?


What words to say I love you
My feelings to express
How can I write a poem
So I can look my best?

You are like the morning stars
Sweet crystals in the sky
Making my words have power
My head on your sweet breast

The syntax of my phrases
And grammar wisely used
Surely you'll see my value
Place me ahead of the rest

These metaphors I can use
I'm burning with such lust
To kiss your creamy skin
But will they pass the test?

If we're both to profit here
Balance we surely must
Forming such opinions
Before we have both caressed

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Saturday, March 4, 2017

My eyes saw



My eyes saw her, foolish senses
Always leading me astray
My heart beats faster now
Checking out the good bits
Which we used to say as boys                                    

Childhood innocence now long gone
Swings and roundabouts laughing on
Puff! Its all gone up in smoke
Our temples sweat at the sight
Now that sweet miss eggs me on

Life's is just like a long race track
First uphill then on the flat
Our words leak all awkward like
Then smoothly as life we grasp
But all's now gone just like that

Image found at www.bbc.co.uk

Road less travelled


The road less travelled
Always is the one for me
From crowds I will flee

Birds song, sun beams down
You'll see much more day and night
Slow pace is just right

Tractors plow the fields
Grapepickers wave as you pass
Catlle munching grass

Relax on you way
Just why pick the faster route
It does not compute

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Friday, March 3, 2017

Waiting for the cake


I watched you at the bench unheeded
Surrounded by the things you needed
Flour, sugar, dried fruit and more
A mixing bowl and wooden spoon
A cookbook opened on the bench
Glace cherries and mixed peel
Nutmeg, spices whatever next?

Then you called out "Rob by the way
I used your brandy is that OK?
The fruit had to be soaked last night"
I must confess my heart did fall
One wisp of hair flicked from her face
That tress made it alright with me
She's so pretty I could not be vexed

Soon the cake was in the oven
My ideas were interwoven
She glanced at me and saw my look
"About four hours" she said to me
"I'll put my feet up and read a book
Come with me, if that's what you want"
I knew that smile, plain as a text


Image found at www.countrycakes.co.uk/product/decorated-rich-fruit-cake/

Wednesday, March 1, 2017

Mischievous Fairies


Mischievous fairies are a worry
As they dance and skip in a flurry
Watch them closely as they nod and wink
Who knows what they do or what they think

Obedience is not a trait of theirs
As they dance around skipping over hares
but when I'm there watching in the wood
I know it's hard for them to be good

They sprinkle me with their fairy dust
I have for many years held their trust
Raven calls me when it's safe to come
I stay all night then they whisk me home

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We are one


I am frightened 
That I will never see you again
I am so scared
That I won't hear you whisper those words
That you love me"

"But you shall"

"I am worried
That I won't feel you touch my skin
I am concerned
That you'll be gone when I wake from sleep
I adore you

"So do I"

"Fear not my love
I shall be with you evermore
I hear your voice
Your words thrill me to my fingertips
You are my all"

"We are one"

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