Wednesday, March 14, 2018

The train took her away

I knew it was over
My sad scream told me so
As I listened at night 
The train took her away

It's not that we argued
We parted, it made sense
She hated the country
It was her that was fenced

The sweet silence of night
With kiss of the bright moon
And with thousands of stars
Paled in her mind too soon

She missed the mad night life
The bars, clothes shops and shows
T'was beauty and the beast
What strange romance was ours

"It's just a break she said
An owl hooted goodbye
I hoped it was not true
There were tears in my eyes

I lay abed dreaming
But was screaming with pain
I was counting my loss
Hoping, hoping in vain

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Tuesday, March 13, 2018

What joy the feeling

I drew the curtains
Weather was miserable
A sombre grey day

Sad clouds rushed above
Obedient to the wind
Raspy thunder coughed

Then the lightning struck
The clouds wet themselves with fear
And I laughed out loud

So I went outside
Standing there unprotected
Kissed now by the rain

At first on my face
Then my hair and down my neck
Whay joy the feeling

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Sunday, March 11, 2018

Feeling guilty

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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Thursday, March 8, 2018

The black curtain

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.

Wednesday, March 7, 2018

Didn't know we were poor

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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Tuesday, March 6, 2018

Fierce thoughts

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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Sunday, March 4, 2018

There's a scar upon my heart

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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