Monday, 16 September 2019

If food runs out


Driving back that night the radios had gone mad
Prattling on about an attack, the news was bad
I called my wife but the line was dead, all shut down
So slowly made my way home amid traffic's drone

Not up with the news but clearly all had gone wrong
To find our own governments had sang the wrong song
With a shelter in the ground and supplies all round
Water to last three months and food stacks did abound

It was a long slow drive back with all roads clogged now
Finally home well past eight and no lights did show
I parked the car, checked wife's short note, "I'm you know where"
That was the clue that she was in the shelter, that's fair

It was just a shed on higher ground with cellar
under, providing hiding place for half a year
I checked around so that I was not seen by snoopers
We'd planned the event to avoid such bloopers

So in the darkness, quietly made my way down
the garden out of sight and sound by all around
I opened door casually and walked in the shed
And found my wife safely making up the bed

She stopped and rushed over hugged and kissed me
You cant believe how relieved we were in safely
I hoped our food and batteries would not run out
Water lasted and cesspit did not spill about

We lived in that cellar for about seven weeks
The radio came back but news was dismal and bleak
Was safe to return home as there was some sort of truce
Finally news came back but it sounded obtuse

Other people now driving, to city I'm bound
But didn't wave as guessed they were snooping around
Radio still vague I wonder how long we can last
Our water and food supplies are running out fast

We are boiling the water from the nearest creek
Have been doing this now for over a week
Having to eat young vegtables from garden bed
If food runs out we'll have to go or end up dead

Image found at https://pixabay.com/photos/garden-shed-country-gardening-rural-2341127/

Saturday, 14 September 2019

Moving house


Had lots of reservations moving to city
Living in an apartment with neighbors so close
With lift instead of stairs just used for escape
I so missed my garden and the twittering birds
But not sorry there were no rats about
Flowerboxes on balcony are not much fun
I'm growing basil there and flowering annuals

Had a few doubts about moving to the city
My wife Mary thought the kitchen was far too small
Until she found all the extra storage space here
There were fire alarms inside to sense smoke and burns
And on seventh floor the noisy traffic quietened
At first we had city maps pinned up on wall
But it didn't take us long to find our way around

We are all so happy we moved to the city
Kids love the city parks and zoo a walk away
Young Andy likes the flamingos there with long necks
Of course he imitated them when he got home
Flapping his arms on his flank strutting around
There is a new river cruise we all want to try
But what's the hurry we've only been here a month

Image found at https://www.experienceperth.com/business/tour/captain-cook-cruises



Groovy music 1956


Trad Jazz was my favorite when was a youth
Groovy music with cute girls that sang
Stomped my feet with a beer glass in hand
Ottilie Paterson in Chris Barber's band

At first the venue was on top floor of pub
Crowded right out to enhance the feel
So popular was the Friday gig
They had to move to hall that was really big

I didn't drive at that time, that came later
Me and mate got lift in old Ford van
Dropped us both off after a nine mile trip
Getting home to have a long drunken kip

I survived the booze and the drunken ride
I bought Barber's records now long gone
Grown up and have normal life style
But still dream of my wild youth once in a while

Image found at https://www.chrisbarber.net/band-1957-1957.htm

Friday, 13 September 2019

I listen for his footsteps


In my eyes he matches the gods, that man who 
sits there facing you-any man whatever-
listen from close by to the sweetness of
       your voice as you talk, the

sweetness of your laughter. Yes that-I swear it
sets the heart to shaking inside my breast
since once I look upon you for a moment
       I can't speak any longer

but my tongue breaks down, and then all at once
subtle fire races withing my skin my
eyes can't see a thing and a whirring whistle
      Thrums in my heart

cold sweat covers me and a trembling takes
a hold on me all over. I'm greener than the 
grass is and appear to myself to be little
       short of dying

but all must be endured, since even a poor
girl such as I whose heart beats
only and forever for you and my eyes
weeping fearing that you will never be mine
       crushes my soul

I listen for his footsteps, his voice, his laugh
and for his warm loving eyes only for me
his touch giving me a tremblng feeling
as though he already arouses me
      and we are just one      

but I wait in vain, the hourglasss empties
and the candle burns low, weeping
just like me - burnt out by my love
my tears running down my face
      for I am in despair

then barely an hour later I hear a snort
of a horse, is it him at this late hour?
It is for he enters without knocking
and sees me naked waiting for him
       joyously laughing


My thanks to Sappho for writing the first four verses

Image found at https://www.flickr.com.photos/lespetitescases/36832131852

Wednesday, 11 September 2019

High in the sky



While sat outside staring in the sky
At the shining stars and bashful moon
Maybe fun for some but not for me
The night was cold so got back inside
To warm myself by the open fire
With cup of cocoa Mum made for me
She told me of stars and planets names
Saturn, Venus, Mars and Mercury

I drank the cocoa it warmed me up
And crawled up in my mothers lap
She told me of Mars the god of war
And Venus was the goddess of love
That Mercury was the messenger
As I grew sleepy I asked my Mum
"What about the Moon then, what is that?"
"That's Earths naughty little baby"

"He's a lot like you and wants to play
Sometimes sleeps at night and sometimes day
And just like you he's my shining light
"cos I love to see him day and night"
By now I was dreamy, happy warm
I felt safe just where I loved to be
Cuddled close in Mummy's loving arms
I dreamt we both flew high in the sky



Image 1. found at https://pixabay.com/photos/night-sky-month-dark-nature-stars-2938792/
Image 2. found at https://pixabay.com/photos/son-mother-child-parent-young-kid-388523/


Tuesday, 10 September 2019

She kissed me


It's to my shame I tell you this
I was twelve before my first kiss
I'd kissed my Ma and Pa but not
The audacious leap to kissing girls
Was not possible despite the lure
Of their flicking hair and eyes allure

At age of ten I took a leap
At girls in class I took a peep
One shy blonde girl smiled back at once
Knew her name from the class rollcall
So I walked her home at half passed three
At her door, what surprise...she kissed me!

But young love sadly tends to flee
Next Monday she glanced not at me
Learned love affairs were risqué games
Especially when laughed at by friends
But teenage years made me much more bold
Found girl of my own and boy she was gold!

Words used: Audacious, Risque, Shame

Image found at https://wwwfreepik.es/foto-gratis/nina-mirando-su-companero-clase_866040.htm

Sunday, 8 September 2019

I've fruit in my pack


"Do you need some help?" I asked
"With that poor left leg of yours?"
She glanced up and shook her head
"You're kind, I'll manage without
Seven limbs are quite enough
For me and snakes to get about"

"Aren't you hungry?" I then said
"I'm vegetarian
Except for the snakes of course"
"You can relax my sweet man
They've got the message stay away"
"Now come close, touch me if you can"

I must say she turned me on
Cuddling her was quite a treat
Then she said "I need to eat"
I felt the snakes get all alert
So said "I've fruit in my pack"
She smiled "Wisdom you do not lack"

Image found at https://www.instagram.com/catschappach/ 

I listened to the river


I listened to the river
Now bubbling with such glee
Calm over its sandy bed
I love that it spoke to me

I often come here dreaming
Of those days just you and me
Water weaving past the trees
Like it did for you and me

I feel like an empty room
Heart rattling with so much space
Just to hear your voice again
Hope you are missing me

How I'd love you in my arms
We burned once with such desire
I'm empty like a cardboard box
Wish you'd light my fire for me

Image found at https://pixabay.com/photos/search/river%20bank/

Wednesday, 4 September 2019

I made up stories


I knew nothing of literacy before I went to school
I didn't need to as I could cry, gurgle and drool
My parents got fed up with that, they thought I played the fool

First day Ma took me I didn't like it one bit
Next morning refused to go, stayed with Gran, I seemed to fit
Thereafter to school I went, was no way out of it

So then I learned to read and write to Mum and Dad's delight
Despite the war, quickly learned the ABC and was alright
When it was over we moved house, now was easy to write

I made up stories from the start, got good marks that pleased all
And made eyes with girl from my class, she liked me I was tall
Lucky was accepted to local Grammar school that fall

Not only that my mother worked in Library part time
So gorged myself on grown up books that was no crime
Pullitzer prize authors, classics and more as a pastime

Was glad too I did write a few essays that did not suck
My marks were average but exceeded at sport what luck
Then got offer as a draftsman so able to earn a buck

A few years passed and found that my wife was fun
Had won award for essay when at school and quite young
Both joined a writing club, read our stories with own tongue

Later married daughter told me of blogging site
Where I could write stories which was such fun alright
So tapped the keyboard several days at night

But found story telling blogs became fewer and fewer
So had to find the sites where poetry was the bidder
So pleased now that PU is my literary rescuer


Image found at www.freepik.com/free-photo/teen-boy-reading-quiet-library_2667043.htm



Tuesday, 3 September 2019

The Bridge Lane girl

                                 

When I was young I lived in a small town with small town people with petty ideas about who was OK and who wasn't.

So those who lived over in Bridge Lane were somehow not like us for there was a class divide. Mind you, young Maisie Young was in the same year as me at school and when I looked at her and she looked right back at me, we both smiled even though she came from over there.

I used to walk her home after school. Once over the bridge with the river running below, I dared to hold her hand for it was soft and warm and that put a smile on both our faces.

It was my brother that told on us to my dad. I looked across at Ma who for some reason was looking down not saying a word as he raved on about me finding a better class of girl to walk home with.

Later on as I was helping her with the dishes; putting them away and sorting out the cutlery, Ma whispered to me saying "I came from Bridge Lane son, your Dad has forgotten that". I looked up at her and smiled and said "So I can still walk her home?"

"Of course you can lad, and you can kiss her too if she wants; but ask her first" She said smiling. "Don't forget to say hello to her Ma from me, as I haven't seen her for ages".

Childhood romances don't often last and that was such a long time ago. Even today I think of Maisie and wonder what lucky man married her for sadly it wasn't me.

Image found at www.picturesof england.com


Monday, 2 September 2019

The Folly


They've pulled the Folly down. I remember that place from many years ago. Because it was such a fine day I'd skipped school. Who want's school when brain says play?

I knew of a creek just out of town; boys favourite places. I shed shoes and socks and rolled up trousers. Before long I was wading in deep water. No matter, I'd soon dry out with the warm breeze. I spashed around and then heard a laugh so looked across the other bank. A girl sat there about my age. I waved and she waved back . 

She then called out "Can I come over too?"

I answered "Yeah! If you can find a way."

With that she disappears and must have run as it seemed to be seconds before she turns up grinning and takes off her shoes, tucks skirt in knickers and comes right in, balancing with arms outstretched.

We stayed and played for quite some time, then she said :Do you want to come home with me?"

I looked into her green eyes as we put our shoes and socks back on and said "Won't your Mum be cross if our clothes are all wet?"

She shook her head and grabbed my hand. "No way" she said and pulled me along.

She took us to the Folly which I thought was empty and up for sale as all curtains were drawn. We entered by the kitchen door and sat there. She touched my hands and then my face; so I did the same and as she closed her eyes I kissed her.

"Remember me" she said "and do come back". I nodded as it was time to go.

I got told off for skipping school but never saw her again. Later the Folly had a fire but no bodies were found and has stayed empty all these years

Image found at https://www.pulse.ng.bi.lifestyle/10-abandoned-mansions-around-world

Saturday, 31 August 2019

With stick in my hand


Had nothing to do
Need somewhere to be
So I went for a walk
Just where could I go?
Perhaps down the beach 
Breathe in the sea air

The walk was not far
With stick in my hand
Not many around
Watchng clouds and sand
Soon standing at prom
Kids play without care

Did I bring wallet?
I fancy a sit
At café for drink
So walk a long way
To find the right place
Kath's Kafe by name

Girl behind counter 
Smiles sweetly at me
Took order, that's done
A 'cappo' and cake
Grabbed paper to read
Do a crossword game

Found table with view
People watching's good
Better than the news
Coffee came along
Waitress smiled at me
Life's a poem dear

Age sees world anew
Fold hands to relax
Spilt coffee down shirt
Woman grins at me
Matters not, I'm old
I welcome each year

Image found at https://pixabay.com/images/search/old%20man%20%cafe/

Thursday, 29 August 2019

A part of me


The beauty of marriage
Is that we both become
Whole, not less in union

I'll love you always
When we are alone
When the children steal you
When they leave home

Now that you have gone
You'll always be
A part of me

Image found at https://pixabay.com/photos/family-beach-fun-seaside-summer-2025594/

Wednesday, 28 August 2019

Morning Glory


I'm not fond of the word glory
That sly, smug feeling of success
Just who do you please but yourself?

Are you person of some renown
Why not shy with some muted pride
Or is it about gaining wealth?

Once winning was satisfaction
But now one must gain more that this
Hard cash plus trophy on the shelf

So this flower uses the word
Morning Glory just says it all
Takes over fence with pride and stealth

Beautiful, impressive to see
It can make my day quietly
Such pleasure even buoys my health

Image found at https://www.outsidepride.com/seed/flower-seed/morning-glory/morning-glory-royal-ensign.html


Sunday, 25 August 2019

Greedy, wasteful, blind


We are ignorant and flawed creatures
Greedy, wasteful, blind in a crisis
We light fires to that which gives us breath
No belief that climate will change
When oxygen disappears from Earth

Earth is of course constantly changing
But it will remain it is not the end
Unless you need oxygen to breathe
We and all other creatures will die
Then green trees willl again conquer Earth

That is of course if the rain still falls
So the trees and plants are watered
Perhaps oceans can then recover
But for our plastic waste choking life
From living in the sad wounded Earth

But mark my words all you readers
Mankind will not be number one
The impact will be great, that's no lie
Loss of breath, loss of lives, we have failed
Escalating our demise on Earth

Image found at https://sea.mashable.com/culture/5813/the-amazon-forest-is-burning-to-the-ground-heres-how-it-happened-and-what-you-can-do-to-help

Saturday, 24 August 2019

Your face lights up


You always make me welcome
On arrival at your home
Your face lights up, and seize me
Lovingly you pull me in

You gather up odds and ends
Hiding other girly stuff
"Like a drink?" I hear you say
I hug her close with a grin

"Can't stay long" I tell her now
"Currently I'm on a job"
She looks sad pouted her lips
So I kissed her nose and chin

Got me a glass of water
"I could come tonight, okay?"
She screwed up her pretty nose
Face eases "I may be in"

Who knows what goes with us two?
What fate has for us in store
Know we are a perfect match
But enjoy pursuit we both will win!

Image found at https://pixabay.com/photos/young-couple-fall-in-love-with-1760184/

Thursday, 22 August 2019

What you love you must love now


It is the look in their eyes that counts
She returned my glance the trap was set
Lowers hers so I can reel her in
She wriggles a bit, but I still win

Her name is Roseanne my sweetest rose
Those soft warm hands they belong to me
Kiss her, she murmurs contented sigh
Opens her eyes, looks up says "I must fly"

She drives off to work, I work at home
We make love each and every night
I grab a coffee, get down to work
I'm self employed so can never shirk

I get a call about half past ten
Been an accident, she's had a crash
Hospital advising of the fact
She is injured from the cars impact

So I say I'm coming right away
Have to cancel a late visitor
It took me half hour to make the trip
She'd died and my sad tears then let rip

She told me once why she loved me
She could find no other any place
Once recalled snuggled up brow to brow
She'd said, "What you love you must love now"

Image found at https://pixabay.com/photos/search/patient

Wednesday, 21 August 2019

Musing over museums


What I do like about travel
Is that some places you visit
It's like entering a museum

One is entranced by unique views
As you leave crowded airport
The buildings are all different

In Holland windmills wave at you
And you get lost in Amsterdam
For not one road seems to be straight

In London and Paris museums 
Hide from traffic and tall buildings
Spires, domes and bridges and transport

Whilst in Rome and and wet Venice
Seem to be like museums themselves
Where time appears to stand stock still

Why do we revel in long gone past
For we don't really learn from it
We make mistakes over again

And when we progress, we still fail
to anticipate the future
Or live peaceably with others

Of all the mammals on Earth
We are the ugliest there is
Love profit whilst ruin our home

For now our climate is changing
To endanger our existence
And even balance of nature

Just how stupid to have done this?
Over thousands of years living
To leave none to visit museums

Image found at www.inexhibit.com.locations/london-museums-exhibitions


Sunday, 18 August 2019

What is love?


Just what is love? I hear you ask
My mind goes back so many years
Fragrant gardens and holding hands
Kissing under the old oak tree
Your sweet eyes now light up for me

The years have passed, fragile is love
It does not have a fighting chance
Have we strength to fix things up?
We spoke much but did not agree
We are not who we used to be

But we can't give up everything
No way I want to see you sad
I do love you, must make amends
We'd both be lost, we are a pair
Let us make up, it's only fair

Image found at https://pixabay,com/photoes/moon-couple-blue-live-in-love-3059324/

How bizarre


I saw you once again

My, how strange, I saw you standing there
At busy Victoria tube station
On London's Underground yesterday
You had got off the other platform
Didn't catch sight of me boarding here

They gave the all clear and we moved
You took the exit way unaware
How bizarre, you were my first true love
We had spent so much time together
Doubt you'd worry now or even care

I'd made my offer to you after school
A couple of dates; you played the field
Clear you didn't want ties at that time
Or thought I was a shallow man then 
Wonder if she'd fancy an affair?

Nah! I'd only crash again

Image found at https://www.geograph.org.uk/photo/4214503

Thursday, 15 August 2019

You cried in my arms


I wondered if you would remember me
We were always absolute friends
Heartbeats in such synchronicity
Until sadly the kiss spelled the end

We all walked home after school each day
You and John had always been best friends
We were all in shock the day John died
You cried in my arms, strange message sends

We did connect after both left school
When I met the husband of your choice
Was glad that you did not make it last
Could even say that I did rejoice

It wasn't long before we did date
To find we fitted hand in glove
No secrets just joy and the good times
A relationship based on true love


Books in order of use:
Remember me
Absolute friends
Heartbeats
The Kiss
The day John died
Connect
The husband
Make it last
The secrets
The good times


Image found at https://thezebra.org/2019/04/30/alexandria-how-far-should-the-walk-to-school-be 

Wednesday, 14 August 2019

We didn't have TV


We didn't have television
Not before the coronation
Way back in nineteen fifty three
The Queen got crowned but poor were we

Were invited, parents and us boys
Watch with friends, quite a lot of noise
All day affair and food galore
Us boys could wish for no more

Their son and us had lots to do
Boring TV shown all day through
So we went in other room to play
Brother found booze, hip, hip hooray!

Not that I ever touched a drop
Brother took sip, could not stop
Not long before he was asleep
No single word did that boy peep

By that time I was watching Queen
Now with crown upon her bean
Hosts now thought TV should rest
Food they now served, was the best

Dad said "Where is your brother lad?"
I kept dumb; as knew things were bad
Dad found him, he was drunk to the world
On the floor and with bottle curled

So we had to wend our way home
He was put to bed and left alone
But that boy was caught in the net
Did not forget Mum was upset

We did get TV later on
But now was dating girl Yvonne
So had much better things to do
TV no match for kissing you

Image found at https://spunout.ie/opinion/article/romanticising-alcoholism

Note V4: 1.Letting the TV have a rest was quite a common habit in the 1950's in case it overheated!
               2. Bean is an old slang word for head

Sunday, 11 August 2019

Opening Night


I was never one for opening nights
Bystanders gawping on the busy road
Crowding out a stoic regular crowd
Fashionisters, press and some invites

On that night the film mattered not one hoot
As the celebrity scene conquered all
Who cared if film was good, bad or awful
We'd hear later who was given the boot

We'd finally get to see the film ourselves
After this crowded show of publicity
At local flick far from the lights of the city
With cheap candy and drinks like happy elves

We'd tell of our opinions good and bad
Taking each scene and location in mind
Not missing all the parts cut out we find
Reviews later write of this which is sad

Movies are of course still creative art
Actors are the workers that make it so
The story, format and location too
Turning backdrop so you become a part

Image found at https://www.vox.com/culture/2017/5/16/15508284/cannes-fim-festival-2019-dates-pronounce-netflix-jury.