The stars wink out as night's silence is broken
Early birds start welcoming dawns gift of day
My brain charges me to get up like a child
Whose only options are to eat, sleep or play
So I do, out of the blue, jump out of bed
Skip shower, don jeans and sneakers "Hello Day"
It's a bit drafty out here, don't care, I'm wired
I'm off, I'm happy, don't care what you all say!
I"m on the walking trail, not many about
Just a twitter and hoot, but look there's a Jay
Tinkle of water means a stream is nearby
I stray from the path, take care, don't lose your way
The water's so clear and the bottom is sand
I sit on the bank, fish fry darting in play
And all manner of things, and weeds wave to me
Squeak behind as grey squrrel says "Go away"
But the clouds have come up; pity, just my luck
It looks stormy up there and now it's quite gray
That has marred my wonderful adventure out
Feeling guilty; as what will the nursing home say?
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It did no good of course
Drawing the black curtain
To exclude the night
Was some comfort in war
As under the table
We crept all wrapped up tight
For kids it was fun
Parents were anxious, scared
So the bombs they still fell
But drawing the curtain
Flashes were not seen
We heard not Mum's scared keen
The planes rumbled above
As wrapped up in her love
We slept peacefully
Innocent, unaware
We woke up in our beds
T'was like every day
I went off to school
Through smoke, rubble and fire
A few missing from class
But lessons are the same
Gas mask by our sides
Was some comfort in war
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Keen -Wailing sound or cry of sadness or fear
Note: I lived a few miles from London during WW2. It was an exciting time for a boys, not so good for parents.
Cash came in our hands
When I was seven years old
A few pence in wartime
My brother and I
Went to Saturday movies
And sat near the front
We'd holler and scream
At the Cowboys and Indians
And all the cartoons
What little we had left
Spent of lemonade powder
Licked out of our hands
Looking back today
Very little pleased a lot
I didn't feel poor
We'd go to the park
With river running through it
Wading in water
We would climb trees
Pretend we were who we weren't
All life was a game
We'd play in the woods
Pretend we were Robin Hood
And fish for tadpoles
Dad was paid Friday
In time for Saturday flicks
Didn't know we were poor
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I am so fed up
Wish the rest of the world's population was
...with food in their bellies
My heart's filled with grief
Much like the oceans are filled with rubbish
...killing the wildlife there
I smoke with anger
Seeing the atmosphere polluted with filth
...I huff and puff in vain
I watch the children
Accepting that all this is normal
...recalling wars I survived
No-one realizes
That we are fighting a war again now
...for our kids survival
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There's a scar upon my heart
A small ache that never leaves
Since you and I are now apart
You're no longer in my arms
There's pain in my sorry soul
My life is not filled with your charms
I feel like a snarling beast
Frustrated you're not close by
And search for you both west and east
I need you sat by our hearth
Then I will feel warm again
And hear you singing in the bath
I haul the logs, saw them up
Sharp is my axe as is my mind
Yet I weep in our loving cup
My mind does see you each day
You're there in clouds and the stars
Just who will take this pain away?
I loved you bar none my love
And touch your clothes in the trunk
I'm sure we'll meet again above
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I should have known that with her eyes
She'd have blue buttons on her clothes
And a pretty turned up nose
And with that flick of her hair
She was the one that I chose
Was surprised her father looked stern
Glaring eye, with shirt and tie
Appraising me with his eye
With my knowledge of few years
Trying to squash his fears
I noticed not his twinkling eye
For then he grinned 'twas all a joke
In my ribs gave me a poke
Fun always his little tease
Girl to wed, he was pleased
Even winked at me in church
As her soft hand I took in mine
And joked in a wedding speech
All about the day I asked
My face a fearful mask
Then finding on our honeymoon
Her clothes in closet touching mine
My head in bed, on her breast
Sure we'd both made the right choice
Side by side, we rejoiced
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Crepuscule
Heinrich Kuhn (1897)
I remember Tommy White
Tussled hair and not too bright
Stayed out late one autumn night
Lost his way the little shite
Fell into a ditch the fool
Landed face down in the pool
Typical of him the tool
Won't see him again at school
Used to sit right next to me
Now I've got a girl named Bea
Whose eyes are a joy to see
Tommy's just a memory
She lives near the aerodrome
We hold hands as we walk home
Prefer it there and don't roam
While inside her hair I comb
Tommy White I do not miss
I don't even reminisce
For now I have Bea to kiss
And you could say life is bliss
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