I once read my paper on the train
My disguise observing others there
I did try looking at the window
but my subjects caught me "en plein air"
At times a girl would lower her eyes
but most, annoyed would stare back at me,
frown, look down then face the other way
Yet others grinned like a chimpanzee
Whilst I would pretend now deep in thought
as though I was rapt in morning's news
should she offer a sweet winsome smile
rightly nod then turn to paper's views
I don't do it now, I've had my fun
Finally I found my honeybun
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I got a call to the hospital
As old friend of mine had passed away
It 's sad to lose a mate from years past
So left my house to say my good day
Streets deserted because of virus
No, was not that which claimed old Bertie
For death had stalked him for quite some time
Matters not how he had died today
Took my mask to be on the safe side
His wife still held him by his right hand
Gave her a hug and sat beside her
I chatted to him like any day
She thanked me coming there all that way
But then she said such a strangest thing
"Glad I was able to be with him
Not like virus patients pass away"
"As he had a stroke" she now told me
For many months I'd known all along
"So he flown away without a fuss
Have the funeral next week one day"
She felt sorry for other ones there
As corona virus spread around
"I don't recall locking up my house"
"I'll sell and get place close to the Bay"
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Ah yes! It is springtime again
Bees are humming, they are coming
They always brighten up our day
Dancing now in the blossom high
Everything is going to be Okay.
Sun's face is good to see again
Leaves are sprouting, grass is growing
Good heavens, it is almost May
Clouds are skipping over the sky
Birds are singing a sweet hurray
Farmers in the fields a'working
Tractors busy now that it's Spring
Smiles as rain is due on Friday
Plowing, planting first light to night
Worn out working every day
All crops planted now time to stop
Hope this year a good crop will bring
Now need to get garbage away
As I check the clouds way up high
The breeze stirs, wish for rain Okay?
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Even in these days of isolation
There is still so much to find in life
For writing is my own occupation
For I am like a kid with a knife
Okay I've been writing many years
Telling tales from imagination
Or writing my history with some tears
Funny at school 'twas not my ambition
But when you start, then the words pour forth
Your memory then digs you in the ribs
For then the world's your oyster henceforth
Whether you tell it true or lots of fibs
How keen you are to read authors work
As writers learn much from each other
As inspiration for you brains murk
Then poems flow without any bother
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Here winter's knocking on the door
That's because we are upsidedown
Living down in Australia
Not that winter does us much harm
Apples, blueberries not dear
The heat has now gone from our days
But sun still lingers to please us
Reading books so times not wasted
As the years pinwheel spins around
Chocolate's at hand so I hear
While toasted muffins are a treat
We think a lot about the world
What have we done to cause such harm?
We've asked a lot the reason why
Death peers at us without a fear
Beautiful world it makes us cry
We always thought we knew it all
But question our own lives today?
That thought never comes to mind for
We've been checked by a scrutineer!
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First it was tourists in China
Then cruise ship with people on board
Now the whole world is upsidedown
Everyone wearing a scared frown
Corona virus now with us
It cares not just who it will kiss
Australia's response was swift
As the virus with stealth did drift
Face masks were worn but scorned by some
Gatherings were banned all over
Keeping safe distance was the rule
Mums worried sending kids to school
We were again fighting a war
Covid 19 was the enemy
Some of us fight but some don't care
Barbers closed; I can't cut my hair!
I dreamt I had butterfly wings
Flying from flower to flower
When I land the flower does shake
And so covers me with pollen
Taste the nectar which is so sweet
Flap my wings to find another
Doing so pollinate one more
The pretty flowers are so pleased
That they wave me a fond goodbye
So try to find another one
Same species of plant are the best
That havn't been touched by others
Or shaken by a gusty wind
Or breathed on by some animals
Careless of plants intent to breed
Waiting for right one to arrive
To pollinate each one of them
To wait one more year such bother
So all of us must play our parts
In this tale we help each other
Plant feeds one so can get pregnant
While pollinator's unaware
Who's fed by plant that needs his help
Transformed without smug lover!
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When I was young but nine years old
Falling for girl made me quite bold
She was cute and had stright blonde hair
Wanted to show how much I cared
So asked my Mum if she could find
A present to show that I'm kind
Mum found bracelet she did not wear
Gave it to me without a care
So I dared to visit May's house
Knocked the door felt small as a mouse
But who should come but May herself
She was surprised seeing myself
Said "I have a present for you"
Handed it to her, no ado
May puzzled what I had come for
Thanked me and quickly shut the door
Sometimes she might wave her hand
Close contact clearly wasn't planned
Both attended towns grammar school
Plenty of girls to make me drool
May smiled at me but that was all
My love was tennis and football
That's not quite true there were some girls
With long straight hair and some with curls
Now live in a country far from there
Life's been good and life's been fair
I've loved most girls I ever met
Such feeling quite without regret
Wed once, never regret that day
But still recall that day with May
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"Wait until your father gets home"
It was my wife's mother's comment
When her two daughters acted up
By behaving like little girls
Sadly when father did get home
They hid, lest he punish them both
For they were so frightened of him
She told me this soon after we were wed
I was never punished as a child
At least nothing I did not deserve
But then I was a mummy's boy
My father a sportsman when young
Keen for me play the sports he did
Just scolded, when I did something bad
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I am but an old man that lives in the past
I'm all alone and my years will not last
Of precious time, I've nearly spent it all
For soon I must give up life's precious cup
Sind my way to heaven or not wake up
Those dear meoraies now come flooding back
A strange childhood in midst of world war
When some foreign fools chose a battlefield
As this boy saw strange bombers in the sky
And grieving aunts for dead husbands did cry
Now food was scarce on our dining table
But gardens were planted with vegetables
I ate the leaves hedgerows to fill me up
Government gave free milk to kid at school
And a pre-war adverts us boys did drool
Crockery was chipped could not afford more
Such is the impact of a long lasting war
Once went to grandma's to see roses flower
Glorious yellow and pink blooms, such flair
Beauty that us boys were quite unaware
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When we were first married
My wife often found it hard to sleep
What with having a man in the house
And us both working all week
The following night I asked
"Have you ever been phewied?" said I
She shook her head "What is that?"
"When I I draw pictures on you"
So I showed her what I meant
In the darkness I drew some rabbits
She guessed them hopping and their long ears
Then drew the bike that she rode
So she said "Please do some more"
Gently rubbing earlier drawings out
Then I drew the seas waves on the beach
Then I guessed she was asleep
The next night she wanted more
Strangely not one word did either say
My gentle caress was all she'd want
No words, for her care's all gone
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I have the space and have the time
But stay inside, it may get me
We cannot see it but it's there
Will hurt us if we do not care
It is like a pretty maiden
Always smiling and wanting me
But I shake my head, don a mask
Refuse everything that she asks
Hundreds of us now are dying
I pray that it will not be me
I speak to no-one all are scared
For this disease we're unprepared
I had the space and time was free
Nobody's left but you and me
The air is fresh and so are you
So we will start the world anew
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It's late, I'm awake, I've slept in after coming back after a long night out, but I still have smile on my face. I don't feel like work so I'll call in sick so I can try to get rid of this grin on my face. Mind you she was really beautiful. Girls are when they smile and they are holding you tight and she is looking at you as though you were the best date that she ever had. I must confess she was but I don't want to see her anymore, as nothing that good will ever happen again. But I will write a poem about her; about her scent, the sparkle in her eyes ...and the sweet and trusting way she held my hand.
You were not the first
I can say you were the best
But now it's morning
The strange thing about humankind
Is that we should exist at all
What terrible creature was born
To upset the world forlorn
Deciding to take charge of all
Whose selfish greed appals others
And hates freedom for other kind
Not wishing to share state of mind
The Earth is a beautiful place
Eden for those who really care
That we exist is such a shame
Whatever's wrong, we are to blame
Forests felled, ice caps melt away
Seas polluted with all our waste
New disaster now visits us
Prepare to go and make no fuss
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Once taking complaints to the streets
Was the only way to be heard
Now we have Facebook to help us out
Gone the days of milk crate or step ladder
For these days are so much better
In the little town where I once lived
Local bands would march up and down the street
I was a drummer in a boys band
Leader noticed another band come our way
Quickly changed our route and we still played
Should either band have no escape
Up side road or lane would be our route
And if our playing upset the locals
A single drumbeat would be the sound
Until we found much more open ground
Mind you we did practice quite a lot
For your sleep in we cared not one jot
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I was neither fool nor poet
She the prettiest girl I'd seen
April the month when I met her
I liked the way she flicked her hair
I walked right up and so did dare
To ask her for a date with me
To my surprise she did agree
Not only that, knew who I was
It was set up by the mothers
Who had both chatted unbeknown
Thinking we would both get on fine
For a week or two our eyes did shine
Then I twigged that all was not well
As though I heard a warning bell
She'd had boyfriend that tried it on
Trusting she fallen in the trap
Luckily she'd escaped from him
Pity they didn't tell me first
Some secrets really are the worst
April is for fools and poets
No need to tell me, I know it!
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I remember me being a small thing
When I was young oh so many years ago
All was big in my world, dad, mum and brother
First of all things suited me fine back then
Cuddled, fed, cooed and wet my diapers
Not knowing that there were lots more capers
Like crawling on the floor getting grubby
And as a wee child wetting my nappy!
These small things pass as indeed did I
Once I criedfo r milk and change of nappy
Now was brother who made me unhappy
Who saw me as one who stole his mum
So he teased me when she was out of sight
Getting me tro climb on the furniture
Once leaving me on top of the table
As getting down, I just was not able!
Lucky being small lasted a short time
At five I had to go to the junior school
But at playtimes we could all play the fool
Running, jumping just to unwind outside
Seeing the girls skip was no disgrace
And so being small was not half bad
Learning things inside and outside as well
So now then I could my story as well
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