Wednesday 29 January 2020

My Dog


I looked at my dog and he looked at me
He was a great friend as all dogs should be
I knew he had a few things on his mind
Like when's the next meal
Or shall we go out now and rabbits find?

We had a large garden with much to do
Happy when I worked there he'd come out too
But when told to go outside to cock leg
Straight way rushed outside
As never did we even have to beg

Dogs are quite crafty have great sense of smell
When we checked, he disappeared, did not tell
Later this happened again and again
Not to return home
He would chat with dog down the street named Wayne

Sometimes they would both run down the river
Have swim and play then come back the skiver
Totally exhausted after their trip out
Slept in his basket
For an hour or two, the old roustabout

As our road led to open fields and stream
The neighborhood was every dogs dream
His trips with Wayne often with me in tow
Was fun for me too
My wife did say that my face was aglow!

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Sunday 26 January 2020

The forest darkens


The sun was asleep this winter's evening
And a chill wind blew though each forest tree
While a lone wolf by chance now crossed my path
And a merry owl blinked his eyes at me

The trees darkened but the owl gave no hoot
Darknesses cloak took his time to swagger
He took off to find some prey to bother
He knew that without a light I'd stagger

Oh where was the bright moon this cloudy night?
I stumbled into tendils hanging low
There is slim chance I'll escape from the trees
What on earth is this itch below my knees?

Not sure this is the place where I came in
Yes it is, I see where my car is parked
It's underneath the old acacia tree
Think I should be home by half past three

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Visiting Grandma


The cups rattle
Here comes the tea
We are visiting grandma don't you see

The house is dark
The lights don't shine
They're not put on 'til dinnertime

She thinks we're deaf
She shouts at us
She's lost her hearing aids not us!

Good she is back
Brings in a tray
As her best china's on display

Filled with pleasure
She pours the tea
Now she splashed it on wife and me!

She shouts out loud
She's much to say
Visitors are few down her way

Brings out album 
Of pictures old
Strange people huddled in the cold

She nods and smiles 
Her past recalled
Reliving moments quite enthralled

Rain in England
And snow in France
Her eyes light up as memories dance

Her fingers move
It's time we went
She clings to us her back is quite bent

Few weeks later
Heard that she'd died
We were sad; harmless Gran, we both cried

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Wednesday 22 January 2020

The sea's salty smell


Summer holidays once took us to sea
Mum and Dad and my brother don't you see
Went to grandparents with whom we did board
Which those days was all that we could afford

If the sun decided to shine for us
We would walk to the beach or take a bus
To sit on the sand or the pebbly bit
Depending entirely what the tide saw fit

In those days I hadn't been taught to swim
So to wade in the shallows was my whim
Or collect shells and pebbles that looked good
To show to Ma while she prepared food

The promenade I'd walk with no cares
While parents dozed off in their deckchairs
I'd try my hand on the small putting green
Or ride the sideshows though still not a teen

Later on I went to the coast alone
With cousin we walked miles being windblown
Going to flicks despite were underage
Were both tall so never caused an outrage

Many years have passed since those long gone days
Married now with kids of our own, hip hurrays
A distant country is where I'm now living
But the seas salty smell is still giving

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Tuesday 21 January 2020

The cups rattle


The cups rattle
Here comes the tea
We are visiting grandma don't you see

The house is dark 
The lights don't shine
They're not put on 'til dinnertime

She thinks we're deaf 
She shouts at us
She lost her hearing aids, not us!

Hear the rattle
Brings in a tray
As her best china's on display

Filled with pleasure 
She pours the tea
Now she splashed it on wife and me

Aloud she shouts 
She's much to say
Visitors are few down her way

Brings out album
Of pictures old
Strange people huddled in the cold

She nods and smiles 
Her past recalled
Reliving moments quite enthralled

Rain in England
And snow in France
Her eyes light up as memories dance

Her fingers move
It's time we went
She clings to us her back is quite bent

Few weeks later
Heard that she'd died
Harmless Gran, we were sad and both cried

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Sunday 19 January 2020

Australia's summer


Australia has a different view
Of weather in the calendar year
As Christmas time is always warm to hot
As well as being one of good cheer

But this year the country had fires all round
Summer is such a dangerous time
As all the trees and scrub are tinder dry
And sure as eggs the sad death bells chime

Almost anything will set trees aflame
As we and wildlife flee the drifting smoke
A lightning strike or a motors exhaust
Will start the blaze, I tell you its no joke

The smoke and blaze on the far horizon
Sets hearts pounding with tremulous fear
To stay and wait to try and fight the fire
Or seek safety at least ten miles clear

Whatever you decide, must do it now
As the fire engulfs all in its way 
Those that fled will sure break their hearts
Those that stay...may die, have nothing to say


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Saturday 11 January 2020

The coming of age



Age calls like the cooing of a dove
Even when young you hear it's soft sound
Hoping that it has good news for you
Then later its persistent chatter
Is so much like a salesmans natter

Hush, hush! The young you now calms it down
The futures is not so far away
You know it's possible any day
Like a sweet siren's beguiling lips
As she touches you with soft finger tips

That feeling stirs up sense not yet felt
You change at once to future's sweet call
To put away all those childish things
As love grasps so now you have no hope
Bound to be caught on her slippery slope

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Wednesday 8 January 2020

First time I kissed you


The very first time I kissed you
and felt the warmth of your lips
touching mine, I knew it was you
that I must have by my side
true enough a few months later
you now were my blushing bride

For there is no life such as this
to find a lifetime partner
no matter those early struggles 
the joys of being part of you
and seeing our children born
this love that will last our lives through


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Words selected were Felt, Touch and Warmth

Saturday 4 January 2020

Home is people


The church bells are ringing calling us to prayer
I held my mothers hand as we made our way there
The streets were full of shadows as dawn was so shy
Felt cold despite my coat, wished in bed I'd still lie

I spied the spire now rising tall above the town
Dad glanced at his watch, hated being late, face a frown
He'd served in the war and liked punctuality
As mournful bells stopped ringing we made our entry

We found our seats at the side just as the choir sang
Stood up when the priest spoke, then the service began
He talked of Jesus's birth and dying on the cross
A crib was set up, candles lit and brass all gloss

The service lasted quite some time, I fell asleep
Cuddled up with mum I do not recall a peep
I woke when hearing the final hymn when sung
The we all left the church and bells of joy were rung

I had heard nothing of baby in the manger
Or how Jesus preached to all despite the danger
But was eager to get home to open presents
Now years later somehow it all seems to make sense

What a strange world we live with war and peace still here
War is encouraged to weaken and install fear
Much false news spoke often, wild rumors reign supreme
Feuding is encouraged and peace but a wild dream

But home is full of people and they all love me
So while mother makes our lunch I play happily
Father Christmas brought presents sitting by the tree
Christmas is great for boys and I was only three

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