Sunday, 30 September 2018
Her father's face
I rang the bell on Lucy's door
Her father's face wore a frown
Like he wanted to knock me down
Thinking she and I would score
Well that was the plan one fine day
Fact is I was worried stiff
He'd surely give me a biff
If she and I with sex would play
Each boy is a stalker to him
She and I just hand in hand
But better stuff is our plan
We go to the pool for a swim
I know from the look in her eyes
She likes my touch here and there
She says I'm her teddy bear
Stands cuddles with smiles and sighs
Would be awful for us to part
We blend well in every way
Must be part of her family
To lose her would so break my heart
Image found at https://www.pinterest.com.au/pin/389350330281387682/
Labels:
Courting,
Poetry,
Poets United,
Romance,
The Sunday Whirl
Sweet summer
Poppys days are over now
Autumn turns from green to brown
The cold of winter has come
Then breezes whistle wildly
Dead leaves now litter the ground
Skies are grey; snow yet to come
Sun now wears an orange frown
If it deigns to shine at all
From its face no heat does come
We add and subtract those days
Winter's hospitality
Then cuddle up; warmth please come
Whose idea to divide the year?
Beneath smirking fractious sun
Summer, sweet summer, please come
Image found at https://pixabay.com/en/adarve-wall-sunset-trees-sky-93816/
Saturday, 29 September 2018
Starry eyed
She was all starry eyed
Now twinkling down at me
Felt her heat as she passed
Radiating her love
As she orbited close to me
"You are my sun" she said
Circlng by my side
"You are my warmth" she went on
You are attracting me
Her eyes sparkled flirtatiously
Gravity pulled her down
She landed in my lap
Fitting like hand in glove
Our warmth was such she said
"Why don't you make love to me?"
Image for at https://www.masterfile.com/
Thursday, 27 September 2018
In the garden
I lay in the garden
Then looked across at the sky
Clouds scudding above
The busy bees hummed
All the flowers looked pleased
Clearly they're in love
Wife called out to me
How I adore this sweet lass
We're like hand in glove
Married bliss that's us
On this so beautiful Earth
Playing push and shove
Her eyes are so green
She belongs in the garden
See how she does bloom
She'll have baby soon
How the sweet birds will sing then
Love will fill each room
When you are in love
What mountains you both can climb
To banish ones gloom
For all our lives long
Should ever be that garden
Of such sweet perfume
Image found at https://pixabay.com/en/photos/
The allegory here is that we must love the world to ensure its survival
Labels:
Conservation,
Gardens,
Life,
Nature,
Poetry,
Real Toads
Wednesday, 26 September 2018
The wall
There is always a wall
Where we stumble and fall
With your wrong coloured skin
Do you have the right kin?
And just what speech is that?
Why do you wear that hat?
What have you got for lunch?
Walks aways with a hunch
What is worse is that sneer
"Cos their rellie's a peer
Your folks are from the sticks
So your one of those hicks
Your dad worked in a trade
You'll get no accolade
Your up against the wall
So you stumble and fall
Where did you go to school?
You're treated like a fool
So there's no job for you
Because you're not true blue
But are the bars still there?
Of course that's not fair
Stand up, you're the right stuff
Prove you're good enough
Image found at https://www.streettimes.in
Tuesday, 25 September 2018
There I met you
Once I was a nomad
Searching for water and food
But then I found a river
On the edge of a small wood
It was there I met you
Fetching your daily water
Lowered your eyes seeing me
You're the neighbour's daughter
You were there next day
Nodded your head in greeting
Then filled ewer with water
Sat by me while fishing
But you said not one word
But laughed when a fish I caught
Which I gave you as a gift
You smiled, ran off as you ought
But each day you came there
Your smile was a joy to see
Not long before the hugging
And making love with me
So many years have passed
Children have come, number four
A beautiful wife you are
Just who could ask for more?
Image found at https://www.pinterest.ca/pin/438326976203099547/
Sunday, 23 September 2018
Family history
We caught the train at half past nine
Travelling on the country line
Where the sun all the time did shine
Searching for my roots was the aim
Others might laugh or show disdain
Knowing how to complete the chain
I might find they've been caught in crime
I need just a sliver of time
Were they married did church bells chime?
I could design a family tree
Wife feigned surprise looked at me
What's afoot are you kidding me?
Image found at http://www.travelodium.com/
It rained last night
It rained last night, music on the roof
But then a dripping sound was the proof
There was a leak, I need buckets fast
Water splashing, this was not the last
Wife dreamt on, she was in fairy land
Buckets here, dishes there, lamp in hand
While I toiled found tarpaulin in the shed
To put on roof and get back to bed
Water swirled around every garden plot
I took the tarp up, what a crackpot
Tied it to gutter on either side
Then got back down and then went inside
I planned to call roofer in the morn
I stood there naked as day was born
Turned the tap planning to take a bath
When wife comes in, sees me, has a laugh
Asks who I was talking to outside
"Just the fish, who worried about high tide"
She sponges my back, washes my hair
Then steps in the bath without a care
Image found at https://www.dreamstime.com/
Labels:
Marriage,
Poetry,
Poets United,
Rain,
Sunday Whirligig
Saturday, 22 September 2018
Sweet bride
Maureen sweet bride I loved you from the start
Eyes of green and the way you flicked your hair
Your engaging smile captured my poor heart
But when we touched was the start of our affair
Holding hands we ran from all worldly things
That warm feeling we had for each other
I wake each morning your love in me sings
For you all is pleasure and no bother
I look forward when married we shall be
And in your eyes that trust is apparent
I am so glad our lives we can foresee
Forgive me if I sound so jubilant
As today is our longed for wedding day
Maureen my sweet love holding your bouquet
Image found at https://pixabay.com/en/wedding-rings-hands-just-married-3689777/
Thursday, 20 September 2018
Hidden paths
Once we walked the hidden paths
Travelling wide foreign lands
Laughing kissing holding hands
Walking barefoot on the sands
Until announcing wedding banns
Time is cruel you did not stay
Tears were shed including mine
Did our job in family line
Young ones grow they're doing fine
But for me the sun does not shine
For I'm not whole without you
I hate it that memories fade
Except that clinging saudade
That's you waiting unafraid
For that time with you I'm laid
Image found at https://pixabay.com/en/couple-holding-hands-love-beach-1822585/
Needless to say saudade doesn't really rhyme with the other ...ade endings but if I had used that rhyme I would have written a poem about the artist Dada, but I didn't; sorry!
Wednesday, 19 September 2018
Felled forest
What do we need to see the truth
Of creatures habits here on Earth
Who can tend the land and sea's song?
Who by their actions do much wrong?
One thing to eat fruit from a tree
But felled forest a shame to see
Or kill life in fossil oil quest
When sun shines each day east to west
The oceans provide so much food
But our trash and waste does no good
What dirty creatures mans kind are
Careless here at home and afar
Hibernating birds fail to come
Industry trashed their Asian home
Waste dumped in seas kill a reef
Man's a foul beast beyond belief
Politicians no problem see
All the while banks cheer with glee
Puppeteers pull strings of blind men
Thinking they'll take gold to heaven
For the climate will make a change
As storms and tides will disarrange
But man will want a profit still
Must keep money filling the till
Image found at https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Deforestation_of_the_Amazon_rainforest
Tuesday, 18 September 2018
I'm alone
I could tell it from your eyes
I could see it in the skies
The wind made a mournful sound
Soon this land would be snowbound
You sought to flee from the cold
No longer for me to hold
I crave your love, why break up?
I needed your loving cup
She's now gone and I'm alone
I hear the winds mournful drone
Rain lashes the window pane
Hope for letters all in vain
Snow is falling all day long
Not one bird singing their song
The cold silence shatters me
Just where on earth can you be?
I shopped today at the store
Stocked right up with food galore
Saw this lass with greenest eyes
Concentrating on her buys
I looked at her and she me
Both smiled, should have said "Yippee!"
Her eyes, nose, lips were the best
She's the one, I am impressed
Warmest winter I have known
So much better not alone
Spring's coming and birds they sing
I don't want for anything
Image found at http://www.myhomescience.com/hate-drafty-windows/
Sunday, 16 September 2018
At the bakery
I met her at the bakery
At the corner of High Street
Went in as I was hungry
And wanted something to eat
Oh what a smashing girl she was
Behind the cafe counter
Dark eyes, dark hair, wore a sari
Did she swept me off my feet!
So sat right there to chat her up
Took her to the pub that night
Was happy to be there with me
Found a table and a seat
She had a glasss of soft drink
While I had a whiskey shot
I loved her jangling jewellry
Her sweet looks were hard to beat
She told me she made her own clothes
Spun round like a compass point
Western style called Shalwah Kameez
Eyes like lanterns were a treat
Chatted a while, then took our leave
Rode the subway on way home
Found a dandelion on the path
Blew it to win this girl so sweet
I saw her again the next day
Eager eyes met mine once more
I was smitten when she said
"My parents, you must meet"
Image 1 found at http://www.flowermeaning.com/dandelion-flower-meaning/
Image 2 found at https://www.a1designerwear.com/resplendent-red-black-designer-salwar-kameez
Note: Tradition has it that if you blow all the floating seeds off a dandelion in one go your wish will come true.
Thursday, 13 September 2018
I met this girl
It was such a long time ago
Beer glass in hand stomping our feet
With trad jazz playing on the stage
Young wild and free this was our age
This night it was Chris Barber's band
Ottilie Patterson sang songs
Money of my own now to spend
Our lives for us would never end
All that stopped when I met this girl
So cute I'd not seen her before
She's got green eyes that sealed my fate
Really must ask her for a date
I spoke to her and she agreed
Turned down jazz but okayed the flicks
I gave her chocs and held her hand
Yes, it's better than a jazz band
One year later I married her
Found that she was a soprano
Sang in opera locally
I've gone up in the world, you see!
Image found at https://www.chrisbarber.net/band-1957/band-1957.htm
Yes this was a true story (sort of) edited to make it sound a little better but the date and consequences and my enthusiasm for Chris Barber's band were correct.
Wednesday, 12 September 2018
By your side
I had sat by your side all day
Breath was steady without one word
The nurse checked on you now and then
Smiled at me, saw you had not stirred
"Looks like you need a break" she said
"Yes, I will get something to eat"
So off I went to get back home
To stretch my legs and use my feet
It was almost sunset, phone rang
I'd almost finished my evening meal
It was the hospital that called
"She has gone, please do not rush back"
As darkness fell, I tidied up
Then drove slowly back to town
Having phoned the kids, so they'd know
So kissed her once, then sat down
I then had my last chat with her
As she flew far away from me
Night had fallen so many ways
I was on my own, in the dark
Family came in one by one
Moon came out from behind a cloud
Each child kissed their mother goodbye
I stood, wanting to scream out loud
Image found at https://dying.lovetoknow.com/
Sunday, 9 September 2018
My daughter tells tales
There's a cypress in our garden
And it's tall and thin like me
It's been there for many a year
It watches us carefully
It's not like a trembling poplar
Or sturdy like an old oak
But proud and tall and whispers to me
And sometimes will tell a joke
It can see above the rooftop
To find the hills far away
He yearns to be in a dark forest
To go there on holiday
T'was my daughter who told those tales
Handsome knights, a midnight deed
Of dark haunted woods and waterfalls
Searching for lost Gannymede
I love this world she has created
Rivers overflowing and gold mines
Rose will be a poet or writer
She's showing all the right signs
Image found at https://www.pinterest.com.au/pin/787215209841315856/
Labels:
Children,
Daughter,
Poetry,
Sunday Whirligig,
Writing
Saturday, 8 September 2018
Our Summer treat
We saw so many stars at the farm
The sky there seemed to be twice as big
As the rising moon winked down at us
The wind too sang a different song
From the gusty lanes of our city home
As grandma wrapped us up off the bus
For this was our usual summer treat
Finding ourselves running free again
Through woods and streams without mother's fuss
She'd surely freak out at what we did
By helping Granddad at milking time
Attaching the machine was a plus
Then we walked to the high rocky peak
Seeing the wide plain reaching the sea
Lay on the grass with new words to cuss
How I miss those days of long ago
I had learned so much by running free
Cities are like being in a truss
Image 1 found at https://rosemoon.wordpress.com/2012/05/31/morning-milking-bernard-and-pearl/
Image 2 found at https://www.travelvictoria.com.au/lavershill/photos/
Labels:
Country,
Farm,
Poetry,
Poets United,
The Sunday Whirl,
Town
She's the girl
I love this sweet girl like no other
whose green eyes put a spell on me
the way she flicks her fair hair
her voice a melody
when I kiss her lips
heaven opens
she's the girl
for me
now
Image found at http://justswimfl.com/hairstyles-for-long-blonde-hair.html/
Wednesday, 5 September 2018
The girl with green eyes
Oh Charity, sweet girl with green eyes
Can I persuade you with my true love
Given freely with kisses and sighs
To bill and coo like a turtle dove
Apart from love what else do you need?
A home of your own with garden green
With flowers galore by sowing seed
And ripest fruit you have ever seen
What else my love do you wish of me
A golden ring on your finger placed
Wed in a church with your family
Then there's a new future to be faced
For there is your smile that is so sweet
You then say what you do really need
A baby to make our lives complete
How could I say no? Your mind I read
So much we have given to each other
As our sweet children now number three
You're the best my love and a mother
I love your eyes, my sweet Charity
Image found at http://thechive.com
Labels:
Charity,
Monday WRites,
Poetry,
Poets United,
Romance
Sunday, 2 September 2018
My hair is silver now
I like to think my hair is silver now
It's journey from fair, to brown, to white
Did record those stages in my life
Like a census marking dawn to night
I can't pretend my parents were the best
They brought me up through years of strife
Hung on to the bitter end to be
Confounded, so left to wed a wife
Shanty like was our first married home
Garden a jungle had to be cleared
Like native worked spurred on by police
Laughed at how we looked, your Ma just sneered
Then suddenly after all those years
That it was poor me that you did ditch
What a shock, I have to tell you that
Oh what can I say, you were a bitch!
So I strolled through life alone and sad
Now what have I got to show for that?
A wealth of knowledge from reading books
A house, a garden and one black cat
Image found at https://www.flickr.com/photos/44968994@N06/6149998532
Saturday, 1 September 2018
Remembering her
I do remember her
Cycling here both sitting down
Against the trunk of the tree
Beside the slow moving stream
Touching each others hands
Hearing the whistle of the train
A peaceful mourning sound
And crows squawking flying overhead
It has all changed now
For she died, so I came here
The best way to live with grief
The best way to fight death's sting
Sat by that tree and cried
While the chill air moved me
Gathering my memories
To dream of her in my cold bed
Image found at https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Beside_the_River_Stour_-_geograph.org.uk_-_192091.jpg
Labels:
Death,
Love,
Memories,
Poetry,
Poets United,
The Sunday Whirl
Shook her head
"You"
"Bed"
I said
Shook her head
"You're a naughty dog"
She wagged her tail then went to bed
Image found at https://www.warrenphotographic.co.uk/35369-yellow-labrador-pup-lying-in-a-wicker-basket-dog-bed
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