Thursday, 31 May 2018

I remember you

I remember you
In World War 2
We fished for tiddlers
In the water under the bridge
Socks, shoes on the bank
You were wading and squealing
And me shouting like anything

Water was cold 
But you were bold
Dress tucked up in your drawers
In the water under the bridge
Held hands then let go
My short trousers just the thing
And jam jars held with string

Tiddler or two 
All we could do
Waded back upstream
In the water under the bridge
Splash you fell over
I turned now you were crying
So spent rest of the day drying

Went on the swings 
To dry your things
Before our walk home
So the water under the bridge
Kept the tiddlers we caught
Lucky your tears were soon gone
You smiled at me and the sun shone

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Tiddlers - Small fish

Yes, I did do this a long time ago but usually with my brother or other boys as the girls in those days kept their distance!

Wednesday, 30 May 2018

What is truth?

Oh to be a small child again
Not to understand the truth
Just to see the future bright
Imagine the tooth fairy
Gift of money for lost tooth

Then working out right from wrong
Telling fibs was not that bad
Until you stole Jimmy's toy
"Cos you wanted one like that
Got told off, that made you sad

Since then you have grown right up
Now see lies in life abound
Truth is missing from so much
Labels, leaders, lovers too
As this sad life goes around

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The second verse happened to Old Egg when he was five or six!

Sunday, 27 May 2018

How I miss them

How I miss them, the childrens laughs
As I scan the old photographs
Hiding now in a cardboard box
Seeing if me they could outfox

Then girls skipping in the backyard
Boy plays with his collecting cards
Wife puts in joint for tonights meal
Wonder if a kiss I could steal?

I drift awake from midday nap
Alone in care, just book in lap
Not with family but care home
No wife, no kids just all alone

Yes, this is now where I belong
Black thoughts strip me of joy's song
Dark corners of my mind do sob
As my lonely heart starts to throb

Oh life, so nearer to its close
Perhaps much sooner than one knows
To go to that invisible place
Upstairs with some luck, by God's grace

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Sparkle like quartz

Just what does one do?
With two blossoming daughters
Delight to behold

Each one's different
One spends her pocket money
Other saves it up

Whose bedside is best
One's bed all in a welter 
Other's neat as pin

One helps to tidy
Wipe up and stack stuff away
Other just shakes head

Need wisdom of gods
But both girls sparkle like quartz
And I trust them both

They are both pure joy
My heart moves with such delight
Love them equally

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Wednesday, 23 May 2018

Whom do I admire?

Whom do I admire?
Just who can I praise?
Who has changed my life?
Given me happy days?

There were my parents
Taught me right from wrong
Kept me out of strife
And sang a bedtime song

Art teacher at school
Told me of my gift
Using palette knife
Got my first job so swift

One who loved me true
Just moaned when I snored
Yes that was my wife
Whom I really adored

I must not forget 
Children one, two, three
They're not causing strife
Grandchildren a'plenty

There are mates to add
Friends who've walked with me
In work, sport and life
Poets too, in harmony

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Sunday, 20 May 2018

I will win

I walk into a bar
Escape out of the rain
A drunk slumped on a stool
Oh that's just great, what a pain

Then the barman looked up
So I ordered a shot
Sat by the warm fireside
Then in walks she's hot!

Checks bar then the fire
Sits down right next to me
While the drunk laughs out loud
As she gets a Bellini

"Take no notice of him"
Says this queen of the night
"I can't wait to get home
Family's my hearts delight"

My animated face
Must have shown surprise
"Eagles lose, I will win"
Yes I saw it in her eyes

Bellini - Cocktail of Peach schnapps and Champagne

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Saturday, 19 May 2018

The memory of her

Sunlight searches through slits in curtains
Shines upon my face that now wakes me up
I drifted up from my sleeps valley
Gone sweet abyss full of dreams of you

Your soft brown hands strumming the guitar
Sweet words now whispering in my ear
Rushing like a distant waterfall
That sweet tale so true I love to hear

Eager I let my eyes open wide
Searching signs of you to rouse awake
But some dark clouds now shield the bright sun
Patch the sky as they and I start to cry

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Wednesday, 16 May 2018

Sweet memories

Happiness in love with you
The look in your eyes 
The touch of your skin
The kiss of your lips
That feeling within
At our secret rendevous

Little tricks we did employ
The nods of our heads 
The jokes of our own
Our fingers entwined
Soft whispers alone
With you our lives to enjoy

There's such joy on your sweet face
First baby comes along
Then came number two
Given dog no less
What a delight with you
As we moved from place to place

You sit in chair across the room
Nodding off to sleep
I recall those years
Happy we did much
Though there were some tears
Sweet memories of your groom

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Sunday, 13 May 2018

Swarms of flies

Swarms of flies flew around the house

Their crops had failed again this year
Dying stock, not a drop of rain
Winds now blew to worsen the pain

They blew and moaned the whole night long
And whistled through the woods 'til morn
They woke their farm had been stolen
Their hopes their dreams now were fallen

She looked at him her face in tears
Worried for him but said out loud
"There's no soil left in which to sow
We need to pack our things and go"

Standing there stoic to the last
He stared throught the open window
"Get the valuables, sell them all
We will survive the rain will fall"

"Now here's the deal get to your dad's
Try to earn some money down there"
She masked her face now filled with pain
And set off down the open plain

She never saw her man again
Their farm failed, his body ne'er found 
Soon the bank then repossesses
She opened shop selling dresses

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Thank goodness

A streak of lightning in the sky
Rattle of thunder comes on by
We are destined for night at home
Natures drumbeat we don't deny

Not that I mind the simple life
Cuddled up by fires roaring flames
Her sweet face beams at me a smile
As she askes me "Music or games?"

Sat now by the warm fireside hearth
As love songs seranade us both
Scrabble done she beat me at that
Cards done too, we're now mouth to mouth

The lights now dimmed the rain still falls
Bright eyes glow I unfasten dress
String of kisses, nose, cheek and lips
I wonder if she will acquiesce?

I touch the seams, I feel the sheen
As she snuggles so close to me
I could list more but knock on the door
Parents are home forgot their key

Thank goodness!

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Tuesday, 8 May 2018

Dying of thirst

He licked the last of the muddy water
A gritty taste in his still parched mouth
He then sought shade under a rocky crag
To lay him down to rest
Thumping heart in his breast

The grass all gone even the trees had died
Whose roots sought water to the very last
Leaves had fallen and then their limbs did sag
Bleached bones lay around
All quiet not a sound

Streams and rivers no longer flowed to seas
Now just putrid lakes of floating corpses
Along with every man made plastic bag
Millionaires flew to Mars
Left a few rusting cars

The last to die were the forgotten ones
Who had lived their lives in Earth's barren zones
Isolated, dark eyed whose limbs were but scrag
Nature's children for years
They too now shed their tears

They dreamed of Earth in days of glory past
Children playing in the rain, skies overcast
All was green and fruit in trees made them sag
Life filled lakes, rivers, seas
Man, you can never please

He licked the last of the muddy water
A gritty taste in his still parched mouth
He then sought shade under a rocky crag
To lay him down to rest
Last heart beats in his chest

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Sunday, 6 May 2018

Trust in words

Power of the press
What is written must be true
Sage advice or no?

What is truth these days?
Raving politicians shout
Sprouting discontent

Suspect voices hoarse
Spreading lies, chain reaction
Bags of fear let loose

Promising so much
The voters simply doubtful
So they veer away

Same lies told over
Rank stench of distrust abounds
Only iceberg's tip seen

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That hint of Wintergreen

T'was that hint of wintergreen
That took me by surprise
As did the whisper of her voice
And the twinkle in her eyes

My fresh flowers in a vase
What next would you reveal?
Just as you put some music on
At your invite to a meal

Followed her in the kitchen
"Any chance I could help?"
She spun around and looked at me
Dog in basket made a yelp

"I never guessed he'd be here"
I turned to pat the dog
"Good she likes you" Annie then said
"Say hello, I call him Trog"

Then as I raised my eyebrows
"On reflection not the best
It is another name for trudge
Mix that with dog for some zest"

Took my hands from my pockets
Cupped her sweet face in them
As Trog running from his basket
Jumped up, so kissed both of them

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Wednesday, 2 May 2018

How I loved her

                         “I paint flowers so they will not die.” – Frida Kahlo

When young I first looked at her paintings
I didn't know Frida but how I loved her
I loved her because she was a painter
I loved her because Diego was cruel
I loved her because of these flowers
She painted them so they would not die

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Kids in wartime

As a child growing up
When times were so tough
Just didn't have enough
And what we did have 
We would barter and trade

What I really liked best
In fag packets poked
That our dads smoked
Were all sorts of cards
So we'd barter and trade

With filmstars and airplanes
And fifty to collect
Swapping them the object
Each one had a value
So did barter and trade

Some were worn or torn
In albums they did not go
Were not wasted, oh no!
But kept to play a game
Not to barter and trade

Boys six feet from wall
Played game that was not hard
In turns would flick a card
Nearest to wall would win
Far too damaged to trade

Most cards issued long past
Though stopped in World War 2
Still abound for me and you
Too precious for a wall
But still barter and trade

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Although not a collector of cigarette cards now I was addicted to the hobby in my early school years in WW2. Even though cards in Britain were not issued then cigarette shops still had the albums available for the latest sets and my dad who worked in London could find them somewhere in the city! Most kids were serious about collecting some issues to get the whole set of 50 and use their swaps to trade for other collectables or if the cards were unpopular or worn they could be used for the wall game. Rules were loose but occasionally thirty or more cards could be won (half of them yours) by you having flicked one card nearest the wall! If you lost, too bad but not drastic as they were not usually in the best condition or you had no interest in them but they were merely ammunition for the game!