I travelled back to where you were born A trip I had promised you When your fate was spelled out one morn By the specialist treating you We hoped of course this was not true As treatment the bad signs did quell But sadly in your heart you knew That your disease was your death knell I climbed the staircase one last time And kissed your lips as you slept on Not to wake for me anytime You were still here but you had gone I booked a flight to old England Where you had a favorite place A lake you would swim with your friends As three scholgirls all shy in face What better gift could I give you Than place your ashes happily To swim in the lakes water now Whispering pines and bobbing lily The years have passed for everyone I have been back to say hello And pictured three girls squealing there Splashing water, eyes all aglow Image found at https://pixabay.com/en/photos/?q=three+girls+at+lake
My mother had no faith in the sea But stayed her distance on the golden sand Except when it retreated at low tide Then dare to paddle Dad close at hand She even felt sick on a rowing boat That crossed to Arun river's western shore To Littlehampton's deserted beach Did grip the side, and cry out 'No more!" While we boys chased around the sand dunes Explored the old fort or splashed in the sea Mother fretted that sunny afternoon Dreamt of safety where she wanted to be Despite the sun her face was quite pale As we trekked back to ferry's river berth She closed her eyes for the journey's row back Sighed with relief stepping on the real earth Image found at http://www.simplonpc.co.uk/Littlehampton.html
A warm summer's day I parked the car off the road Walked to the river There under the trees Thinking about life and death My mind drifting off Then when I awoke Somebody sat by my side It was Death himself "You know that it's time? He asked and I understood "One last walk?" I asked Laughing, shook his head "Why not" he said getting up As I got up too He took river side Lest I tried to escape him As we strolled along At the river's bend I pushed him in the water Ran off to the car I had driven off Well before he could get out So I win round one Image found at ps://www.campsight.com.au/catalogue/the-murray
Oh to be in a wilderness To start from day one To live this life a'loving Birds, beasts, fish, everyone I look around and see the mess That humans have made On this beautiful planet We'll get no accolade 'Was eaten by a bear last night Which seems only fair We raped and pillaged all our lives A creature with no care Just as well; we loved fighting wars Our kind have now all gone The world will start again this day They'll cope now, on and on Oh to be in that wilderness A beautiful wild world To live our lives a'loving A paradise dreamworld
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Poverty is an ugly word Indigence is far better It fogs the eyes of the rich Like indulgence or go-getter There are those who are all alone Worn down by life's bitterness Begging on the streets each day With their minds so full of distress Are their thoughts on happier days? To walk up to the distant range And shout out loud "I am here" Thus emboldened to make a change We care not for man or of beast Our lives shift at such a pace Greed blinds our benevolence Humans are not a happy race Image found at www.vkassignmentsjsdm.larryclark.us
I could cry, I've received this letter She has such beautiful handwriting Calligraphy much to be admired So good it should be bound in a book There were cracks of course in our affair The dark side was that both did wrong Joy her name, she filled my loving cup How passionate our love, in her nook I liked the way she flicked her red hair As eager me undid her bra strap And when time was up she'd tap my nose Then say,"Time to go, you are a sook" Most affairs are tinged with troubled times She knew I was married, that was true Hoped I'd be more than part time lover When I said no, she gave me that look I could cry read her letter once more We have both been hurt, that is so true But now my wife knows of the affair Future liaisons she will not brook Image found at https://www.express.co.uk/life-style/life/584025/Can-I-trust-my-cheating-husband-again
Warm breeze softly blows Sat in the garden Sweet scent of roses Reminds me of you Image in my mind You left such a day Will you come again? Save for in my dream Love lasts for all time Like glue we should bind Are you butterfly? Settling on my hand Or blackbird searching The strawberry patch He clearly looks kind No, that's not the case A breeze kisses me Summer's gentle touch Wind softly whispers You, I'll always find
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I saw the ugliness of apartheid Long ago in the Nineteen fifties In England, in the street, in the faces Of white South Africans looking cross Avoiding using the same pavement Coloureds now walked on happily And so I made a vow that in my life I'd smile in friendship with coloured people To speak with them if there was a chance To show that they were welcome to me We could walk on the pavement together Hand in hand in harmony I migrated from Britain to Australia More than fifty years ago to find That native Australian aboriginees Were treated with the same disrespect Despite welcome to all other migrants To build a land strong and free Eventually native Australians Were counted too and given the vote Rather than being considered part Of the country's flora and fauna I like to think that Nelson Mandela Also helped my own country Image of both the Aboriginal and Australian flags flying together in Victoria Square, Adelaide, South Australia found at https://journals.worldnomads.com/flyted/photo/28660
I laughed of course At this weeks prompt At the thought of poets pecking free As they wrote today's poetry As my mind scours For bright ideas Of politician with hair like straw Or perhaps wildlife in the raw But know my place It's no disgrace To stick to subject close to my heart And write of young love, that's a start Look in his eyes Breathe in her scent As they murmur words of passion's play And dream of their own wedding day Image found at https://pixabay.com/en/lovers-pair-young-woman-man-414201/
We drove down the gravel road Parked in a shaded spot close To the path over the dunes Binoculars and notepads In our eager hands Wooden slats wired together To climb up over the dunes Julie held tight to my hand As the sea breeze blew head on The low shining sands Carefully we clambered down To the beach spread out all round Waves washed in with furious might Shorebirds scampering with glee Across wide wetlands We walked down to the surfs edge Hoping to spy a Great Knot To tick off our life's list As birdwatching was our game We were holding hands A place to sit we did find To get the birds used to us Eyes searching every group As birds got back to work We checked whole wide strand Birds patterning sky above Others feeding at shores edge One jumped to avoid the spray "That's it" Julie simply said Voice almost offhand I checked, she was right of course As the seas spray pushed them back Several Knots were down there Julie simply took some shots Camera in hand Image found at http://www.arthurgrosset.com/ozbirds/greatknot.html
I had you in my arms And was kissing your lips A hologram to hold My darling petite fleur For in my mind you were There! Your familiar scent Warm breath now on my face So nestled close to you Caressed your warm brown skin Then felt you touch my chin
You're my garden in bloom But cold like tundra's wind My lifelong quest fulfilled To find you standing tall Oh, that would crown it all Will you ever return? To park your spirit here Singing silly love songs That anyone can hear Come back soon, please be near Image found at https://www.rd.com/advice/relationships/surprising-marriage-advice/
Love the city Nobody knows me here Traffic thrums Footsteps drum On the sidewalk below I walk the street And I tap my feet In a dance Without a glance From other passers by They're in a rush To avoid the crush Get to work Which I avoid I live without a care I lie of course I sit here alone By the wall With a wooden bowl For cash to drop right in There's a sign I've scrawled some words "Lost my job My house and home Please help me start again" I like this place It is no disgrace In this town To show the world There's room for everyone Image found at https://www.bbc.com/news/uk-england-manchester-41536766
It's been years since I visited Jim's old farmhouse in the hills Kept a room for visitors Not strewn with work and old bills Room with carpet on the floor Grandfather clock ticking away Cabinet with china and glass Booze too for the special days Shed and stores were all outside One hand mown lawn that was neat Tractors, boats a car or two Showed class to visiting elite Electric storm hit one spring day Ten turbulent minutes enough To wreck all he had built up For him to quit; man so tough Seeing all he had lost in one day No longer had lust for life Gave it up bought house in town Died years before his good wife Image found at https://www.scmp.com
How I remember Annabel Whose green eyes I first caught at school I walked her home and at her porch Did kiss her lips which was so cool Promised to see me the next day But then she turned and went on in I felt so sad under the eaves So turned and ran home with a grin "You forgot the bread" My Mum said "Had to go to the corner shop" "Sorry Mum, I met this girl" She smiled, smoothed my hair on top That night I slept, but tossed and turned Wondering what gift for her to make As her birthday was coming soon Seventeen candles on the cake So walked next day to pick her up At the porch rang bell to her house Her dad said she gone with Jack White That rocked me, "Jack White, you're a louse!" Image found at https://www.allergicliving.com/2010/07/02/food-allergy-kissing-and-allergic
Good morning day What can I say? Husband's away My day to play He was grumpy Made me jumpy Called me lumpy Now I'm frumpy Shouldn't bother Got another He's a mover Perfect lover Oh what a day What can I say? Husband's away My day's okay! Image found at https://www.wikiart.org/en/clarence-white/morning-1906
Oh what false people we are To wave a flag of freedom Then deny it to those that come Hand in hand with their children Whether to the United States Or far flung Australia Lady Liberty hides her face As migrants treated like scum Children cry all by themselves Bright eyes now filled with tears They'll remember all their lives Perhaps one day they'll vote too Some internees now self harm As courage and hope are lost Bright futures now fade to gray As local people greet the day Image found at https://www.pinterest.com.au
Midsummer and the sun rose over the city My wife was still sleeping and all was calm Slowly I eased myself out of bed Looked at the quiet street below A cleaning truck had just passed Traffic lights changed for ghosts A cat crossed over Murmur in bed "Are you coming back?'' "Tea or coffee?" I asked "No, just give me a cuddle" So I then threw back the top sheet And wrapped her up in my strong arms She really is a beautiful woman It's wise to do things before the heat sets in Image found at https://www.1zoom.ru/
The tall trees whisper a welcome as I enter the forest. They know me well as I talk to them and listen to me as I carefully place my feet and watch her furry and feathered friends climb and fly around and make their homes in her arms. There are sighs of contentment that all is well there and the clear streams below run tinkling with laughter. Lately however the trees have sighed with pain as sad tidings are brought from afar on the wind. They tell of soot and chemicals on their leaves and of visitors that leave poison in the water. The trees shake with fear when the wind blows and know that man is a monster hell bent on destruction with chainsaws in their hands. Will the Earth survive Now with the monster let loose And our days numbered? Image found at https://www.pinterest.com.au/pin/16536723615852842/?lp=true
