Wednesday, 28 February 2018

This girl of yours


"And did she bloom this girl of yours?"
My word, she burst upon the scene
By catching my eye in the street
As I walked to work that cold day
I saw the warmth in her shy eyes
And wanted to kiss her cute nose
So walked across that busy road
And went right up to her and said
"Hello", She looked up with a small smile 
"Would you like to go out with me?"
So I told her just who I was
There was but the tiniest pause
But then she nodded her head "Yes"
What a beautiful rose she was
"You are right she did bloom for me"

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Sunday, 25 February 2018

Man found dead in Mall


I sat in the mall
Like a tourist with no map
Or a drifter with nowhere to go

This was my home town
I scattered crumbs to the birds
They at my feet knowing that I was safe

I come here each day
Loneliness my friend with thoughts
As I remember what used to be

Her sparkling green eyes
"I'm just off to ladies wear"
Left me standing to do as I please

I watch the world go by
Loving wives are hard to find
On balance I think I found the best

She died years ago
But still I come to this point
Look for her smile emerge from that shop

A few bags in hand
This was my little device
My only way to be with her

Image found at https://www.tripadvisor.com.au/

The gravity of sleeping in


Warbling honeyeaters chatter
And other birds natter
Shatters the morning air

Not helped by my bloodshot eyes
Hiding from bright blue skies
And Sun's rude morning glare

The annoying whistling kettle
Kitchen dishes rattle
Far more than I can bear

But the crescendo is now reached
Electrifying speech
Words from toilet door swear

"Damn, there's no paper in here!"
Through gritted teeth "Yes, dear"
Push roll through gap down there

She finally comes out neat
Edges into her seat
Grins with pearly teeth bared

Just what happened to our lie ins?
Now the front door bell rings
"OK, I'll see who is there"

Image found at:
https://www.hbw.com/ibc/photo/grey-backed-fiscal-lanius-excubitorius/three-birds-singing-together-bush

Wednesday, 21 February 2018

Hearing your voice


Startled I woke, hearing your voice
I was dreaming, 'twas just the wind
Blowing around, making a din

Pity I would love you to be here
To breathe you in and touch your hair
Kiss your lips, tell you how I care

You might whisper some secret things
We'd laugh and breathe each other in
Then your fingers would touch my skin

I opened my eyes, all was dark
Except the stars winking outside
I miss you, my eyes open wide

I lay back down and thought of you
Were you calling from far away?
...Yes, I miss you too every day

Image found at https://pixabay.com/en/human-lovers-night-sky-starry-sky-1215160/

Tuesday, 20 February 2018

The sketchpad


Love hurts don't you know
You shouldn't be down
But rather be glad

That ache you feel
That longing to touch
Is driving you mad

But watch for that grin
The look in her eyes
So don't you be sad

So take her warm hand
The go for a walk
Take out your sketch pad

Now draw her profile
You'll get her to smile
She the best you've had

See it in her eyes
It is no surprise
But she will be glad

Oh, can I have that?
She'll ask with delight
Now thank your sketchpad

Image found at https://www.pressfoto.com

Sunday, 18 February 2018

Cupid's dart


The moon does wax and wane
Much like my girlfriend's heart
Love's such a fickle fiend
That plays games from the start

I know, I have been warned
I'll be hurt right or wrong
Who measures out the pain
Is Cupid's dart that long?

The warp and weft of love
Should make us strong perhaps
I've no strengty, no might left
To avoid such mishaps

There's one thing I should add
About our lengthy lives
The richness of our love
Goes quickly as it arrives

Image found at http://www.thelastpilgrimage.com

Saturday, 17 February 2018

In my memory



Take me back to the boundless sea
I'll find you there in my memory
How we walked on those sandy shores
To mournful sound of seagulls caws

How I hunger for your lips again
Being with you in sun or rain
As I follow paths we once trod
Others may think this is quite odd

Powerful wind blows in my face
How I miss this our special place
Our days together were so brief
Salty breeze blows away my grief

What madness has urged me back
The surfs sad shout, the washed up wrack
Wild winds blow up the foamy spume
Whose gentle kiss relieves my gloom


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