Saturday, 29 October 2016

I recall her still


I recall her still
The velvet touch of her skin
She had such beauty

Her silvery words
Echoing in my poor heart
Voice clear as a bell

But what of her lips
A sweet bowl full of cherries
Ready to be kissed

She was so much fun
Oft curled safely on my lap
I was in heaven

What beauty she had
In a class all by herself
But it could not last

That her eyes were green
Warned me that she was jealous
But I was a fool

For those few months
She was the light of my life
Until she dropped me

"I'm busy tonight"
Those oily words of her deceit
Our romance over

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Friday, 28 October 2016

The wind whispered

                                       

The wind whispered gently in my ear
Come walk one last time without a fear
Tread these paths in the forest deep
Hear the streams sing and the birds that cheep
Breathe in life's spirits meant to be 
Soon it will be taken away from thee



Without your kind the Earth can manage
Your fancy ways and gilded carriage
The smoke, your waste, your destructive cast
Soon comes the end of your days at last
You've gone too far your futures grey
We've been watching, hurting, fading away


But we'll survive the torment, not you
Earth will replenish there's much to do
The whales will sing in the oceans deep
And the Arctic bears no more will weep
The forests now will sigh with relief
And we'll shed not one sad tear at your grief

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Wednesday, 26 October 2016

Making the dogs bark


As a kid I always liked to have a stick in my hand when I went out playing with my friends.

It wasn't used to hit them with unless we decided that our sticks were weapons and then we would have sword fights with them.

To get a stick we needed a penknife to cut it off the bush or tree and shape it so that could be held easily and whirled around keeping all your friends and enemies at bay.

A stick was good to swish around to slash the stinging nettles down or best of all to run along a fence making a rattling sound as you ran along with the dogs barking loudly on the other side.

Then when you felt your tummy rumbling and it was almost time for tea you used it as a walking stick to help you on the way home.

I am old now and I might need a stick soon to help me walk down to the shops and back but knowing me I will be running that stick along the fence to make those dogs bark again.

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Caught in the act


I tried not to listen
To the vapid conversation
At the adjoining table behind me

My wife was unconcerned
Merely tucked into her entree
Clearly enjoying it for all it was worth

I stood it no longer
Dropping my napkin on the floor
Saw the loud bouncy blonde smiling at me

I'd been caught in the act
My wife found it hard not to laugh
She'll want an expensive dessert now

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Bel and the Dragon


She now caught my eye
As wind whipped her auburn hair
So I smiled at her

She, now embarrassed 
Stared back cheeks colouring up
Just for me alone

Lowering her eyes
She couldn't hide a small smile
As I waved to her

Those beguiling eyes 
Shone like stars in heaven
So I approached her

"Forgive me" I said
"The wind has chosen you today
I'm a bystander"

"No man is neutral
Their minds do not think that way
Back to Mars you go"

"And you to Venus?
Surely it's why we're here on earth 
To meet each other?

"Where do you suggest?
The Queen's Arms, I would expect?
As she smiled wryly

"That's hardly neutral
We must feel comfortable
On this our first date

I really liked her
So went to one that fit best
"Bel and the Dragon"

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Sunday, 23 October 2016

Woodland Green


I like to wander in the wild
This I've down since I was child
Losing myself in woodland green
The forest wraps me up unseen

Sweet scented lover and a friend
She knows me for I don't offend
Her sights, her scents they are such bliss
I surrender to this passionate kiss

There's a dark pool and drifting stream
Buzzing insects complete this dream
Above the rooks are wheeling high
As scudding clouds drift in the sky

I hear now cheeping, it is the best
So count the chicks in hidden nest
Before the mother find me there
Lest she abandon it in fear

Now there's signs of twilight's gloom
And must away before night's perfume
Signals that I'm am not welcome here
For ancient ones ways I do fear

I hurry to the forest's edge
It's lighter here amongst the sedge
What adventure it is to roam
But still I'm glad to come back home

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Saturday, 22 October 2016

A thousand years ago


It seems to be 
A thousand years ago
That I had you on my lap
The birth of our first child

Those wakeful nights
We spent tending your needs
Thriving as the years passed by
My bouncing baby boy

Adventurous
Now digging and delving
Then choosing your own career
You were so one minded

We were amazed
The way you grew up so fast
Planting your feet so firmly
In your own brave new world

By breaking free
In serving your country
And living to tell the tale
A son to be proud of

Image found at www.navy.gov.au/