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"
Image found at http://echardwheeler.com/
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/
Labels:
Grief,
Love,
Memories,
Poetry,
Poets United,
Sunday Whirligig
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
Labels:
Birds,
Marriage,
Morning,
Poetry,
Poets United,
The Sunday Whirl
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
Image found at https://www.bostonglobe.com
Labels:
Grief,
Poetry,
Poets United,
Sadness,
Sea,
The Sunday Whirl
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