Wednesday, July 26, 2017

Before I die

Before I die please let me find
A place to live where all are kind
Somewhere safe my kids can live
Return to others what I can give

I don't mind if it's hot or cold
But must be where I can grow old
To see my children all grow up
Where water jug is filled right up

Then if my kids could read and write
Without guns and bombs that's alright
To see them smile just once a day
Not see their faces filled with dismay

Why is there all this hurt today?
I want my kids to laugh and play
To learn there is a better course
Grow up, work and live without force

I awake from this foolish dream
For none of this is what it seems
My heart breaks for I am so weak
I recall they all drowned last week

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Sunday, July 23, 2017

The night was dark

The night was dark and clouds hid the moon
Our delightful tryst would end quite soon
I drew back from kissing your lips
Although my hands stayed on your hips
The moon now shone like many candles
As your toes wriggled in your sandals
And your eyes still sparkled with delight
How I hated leaving you each night

The clouds scudded across the sky
As the time to leave now grew nigh
Back to work in kitchen scrubbing dishes
Preparing broccoli, gutting fishes
Always cleaning dirty pots with dents
For wigged boss who just has no sense
What bliss, what rapture in your arms
I relapse by dreaming of your charms

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Saturday, July 22, 2017

The house by the river

Laurel was her name
Lived in the tumbledown house 
Down by the river

Don't know why I smiled
That day in the marketplace
Her deep dark eyes spoke

Of a loneliness
A pause before she smiled back
And that was the start

We talked for a while 
Then argued about a date
But was invited home

Her son lived with her
Saw his father at weekends
That's when she saw me

She was generous
But as poor as church mouse
I made her happy

And then she told me
They fought over custody
As I kissed her neck

Away interstate
I didn't see her for weeks
Then found she had gone

Her house deserted
The walls creaked but made no sense
But had a sad look

I sat out the back
The river told me nothing
But it never does

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Postscript from the beachfront

I lived by the sea just you and me and the dog
I like the clear days when you can see for miles
When we run on the foreshore with you all smiles
But I also like it when it is shrouded with fog

You were born here and always have called it your home
I was born a poor town boy who met you by chance
Who saw you bathing at West Cove and was entranced
Nothing could stop me picking you up from the foam

We married and over the threshold I carried you
What's more our little cottage overlooked the sea
With garden, low beams, open fires and bedrooms three
Our friends came round to shake hands and admire the view

We go to sleep each night hearing the seas calm song
Hoping we have triggered our first babys' birth
Then one day on waking wife's face shows such mirth
Meaning that first baby will be born before long

I live by the sea just you me and the kids
The dogs string along too as we go to the beach
The wise sea tells us there is so much it can teach
The eldest now comes running "Dad are these squids?"

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Thursday, July 20, 2017

It was a game

Now why did I feel no remorse?
Because it was a game of course
Lanky youth and stunning girl
Always walking home after school
Chatting about not so much
But it was funny how we'd touch
And talk of life and love and art
With just one sweet kiss as we'd part

Then I said I liked Susan Tate
Asked her if she could fix a date
"Yes I'll speak to her have no fear"
As on her cheek I saw a tear
Soon I was walking sweet Sue home
A careless fool but a coxcomb
Now why did I feel no remorse?
Because it was a game of course

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Wednesday, July 19, 2017

Standing at the corner

I was standing at the corner just watching the world go by.
When a girl oh so pretty caught my roving and eager eye.
She saw me look then blushed crimson red which proved that I was right.
Soon we were walking hand in hand with a touch of such delight.
And at her gate that first kiss took me to perfect paradise.
I started to go back home then turned to see her laughing eyes.

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The masks we wear

No-one sees the masks we wear
That cover the grief within
Is it a badge of courage?
Of a stoic optimism
Or sad tears we cannot shed
That hides our secret umbrage

We're fooled by a smiling face
That's when tears are shed within
Words that hide the bitter truth
Oh to be that young again
To have the knowledge we have now
With sad foolishness of youth

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Tuesday, July 18, 2017

I saw her sitting there

I saw her sitting there                     
Proud, arrogant almost                  
She was the first women               
In our organisation given               
A high management job              
I liked her                                          
She eyed me suspiciously            

Door open to her office                  
I walked in and sat down               
To discuss my problem                  
The window behind her                
Luckily I didn’t laugh                      
I liked her                                          
Ignored chip on her shoulder       

She was clearly on trial                 
And had to act like a man              
In this office of men                        
As we got down to business         
She relaxed just a little                   
I liked her                                          
So gradually she changed            

She would always greet me
To have a chat when we met
Even told me where she lived
And shared the office gossip
Wonder what happened to her
I liked her
And the first among many

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This piece was first posted in 2015 to Poets United

Saturday, July 15, 2017

The cruel wind

A storm is coming roars the wind
Clouds now scared flee across the sky
And birds with haste away do fly
Dog digs quickly to save his skin

Poets treat such days with a shrug
As brutal times have words to match
Like a cat with cream who then does scratch
With face a mask it is so smug

Wind an orphan, has no brothers
Sees not the damage it has done
Careless, foolish since time begun
Cruelly scorns the need of others

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The rain poured down

My wife had gone to have a bath
I said I'd work in the garden
But outside the rain poured down
Just one blackbird looked up at me
As I stood on the verandah

A bamboo bush swayed in the wind
Dirty clouds scudded across the sky
The leafless fruit trees quite silent
Singing came from my now clean spouse
So went back in to light a fire

She now emerged with glowing skin
Looking like an artist's painting
Hanging on a gallery wall
Clearly now I was not a monk
For a stirring need was so dire

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Thursday, July 13, 2017

Last words

"Hang on, it's not that I mind coming here
but I've not said goodbye to those I hold dear
then there is that bottle of wine I've not drunk
plus my garage is chock full of all sorts of junk"

"I haven't said goodbye to my sweet girlfriend
for when she finds out she'll go round the bend
and then all the lads from the drawing office
will be fighting to see who'll date that goddess"

"But worst of all there's my dear old mum and dad
I haven't seen them for years which is so sad
she will be crying but he will not say a word.
Hang on! Am I really dead or have I misheard?"

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Wednesday, July 12, 2017

I sensed a movement

I sensed a movement in the bed
The time had come few words were said
I phoned the midwife as arranged
She quizzed me on what things had changed

T'was her day off but she still came
To be with mothers was her claim
She knew her job, she was a boon
Lucky us, bub would be there soon

I was put to all sorts of work
To keep me from going berserk
As push and shove went on and on
Do this, hold that, the time soon gone

With an arm wrapped around my wife
A little cry signalled new life
Baby came with tears all round
Midwife more jobs for me then found

Take this, do that and lots more
My heart was beating now full score
At last I was allowed back in 
Weeping tears at her weighing in

That was so many years ago
Three kids have their own babes now
I still recall this midwife's aid 
When this new dad made the grade

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Yes, this is a true story of my job as a husband, father and midwife's aide at home back in 1962

Sunday, July 9, 2017

I woke one morning

I woke one morning
Stretched and looked out the window
The choice was all mine

Shower, shave, set out
City bound work as usual
Or stay home, garden

The answer was plain
Rosemary made it so clear
We were both in love

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The girl in braids

I saw you at the festival
Your hair was done up in braids
You walked up to me smiling
and wore some fancy shades

We sat and listened to the poems
The weather had turned out fine
Together on the grass now
You placed your warm hand in mine

Only in that crowd of hundreds
Had we been alone before
A ripe fruit right for picking
I could not have asked for more

Later we were at a wine bar
Talking about favorite things
Your eyes looked at me with love
How loudly my heart now sings

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Saturday, July 8, 2017

By the fireside

The rhythmic beat of the storm
Sheets of rain lashed against the window
Autumn's chill dug itself in

Shimmering glow in the hearth
As smoke plumes rose from the fireplace
Off to meet the starless night

As I relaxed in the chair
My head was nodding searching for rest
It was but a foolish dream

The dog now yapped in his sleep
Like some prophet venting his wild dreams
Of camels and caravans

Still searching for Morpheus
A shot rang out which was but an ember
Cracking now on the hearthside

Dozy dog now yelped in fright
I bent down to pick up the pieces
While rain drummed on the roof top

There is nothing quite like it
That satisfying comfort of home
Safe and warm by the fireside

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Friday, July 7, 2017

My heart skipped a beat

My heart skipped a beat when I first saw you
Your eyes like deep dark pools of mystery
A smile that turned all heads not only mine
With soft skin, brown as summer berries
Was it possible that you would look at me?
You turned, smiled then nodded, you were devine

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Thursday, July 6, 2017

The crickets chirped on

The crickets still chirped on
Dusk drew curtain of the day
I touched your warm fingers                          
You grunted satisfaction

The moon now showed her face
Grinning at us cuddled there
Making your eyes shine bright
Our bare limbs now interlaced

Hearts now beating in accord
I recall this from years ago
As a night bird flew overhead
A new world we now explored

But this was not a fling
Our lifetime voyage sailed
And crickets chirping now
Just makes me want to sing 

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Wednesday, July 5, 2017

A great big wheel

Independence is how you feel
Free to do exactly what you think
Or be shackled to another's wheel

How glad we are to cast our votes
Until we see who'll speak for us
Find that we've chosen sheep or goat

Independence is a sham you know
Regulations are piled so high
You're not free to choose which way to go

You're just a cog in a great big wheel
Turning whether you want or no
Just play along it's no big deal

What feedom you have don't let it show
And take care when you laugh or smile
They'll tax that too before you know

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Tuesday, July 4, 2017

Watching the news

Many tears are shed as
once again an avoidable
catastrophe takes place

What comfort is there
when a leader of a nation
cannot hug the bereaved?

Just who didn't care
the burning tower was built 
at the cheapest cost?

How many beds were empty
homeless had nowhere to go
because no one cared?

Who will be first to say
this must never happen again
when we know it will?

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Saturday, July 1, 2017

I still remember

Tears now ran down my face
Threw lipsticks, scents away
With the rest of of her stuff
As I packed the boxes
Before I moved next day
She's no more in this place

But I still remember
A wisp of hair flicking
As she put hairspray on
The way she walked and ran
Looking round, eyes smiling
Lips pursed, her voice's timbre

Willing her to return
I see her hips swaying
She goes about her chores
Wonders about dinner
Pleased if we're out dining
How much for her I yearn

Seldom did I put to mind
As I worked as a clerk
How I'd cope by myself
Alone without my wife
Now my life is so dark
One like her I'll not find

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Exploring on one's own

I was a stranger in this land
What could I expect from this tribe
Whose village was now close to hand
Would they let me pass with a bribe?

Or spit on me, stone me to death
Blame me for a recent earthquake
Now all laughing at my last breath
Never to see the next daybreak

Swallowed up in some traceless hole
On the edge of the universe
But a girl now waves, bearing bowl
For me to drink, it could be worse

Note: The twelve prompt words were quite trying to say the least! However I managed to include all of them.

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The night is falling

The sun is setting
I write such words as I can
Joyful to be here

The night is falling
Go in peace with hope and love
Now and forever

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Thursday, June 29, 2017

Her skin was soft

Her skin was soft as a ripe peach
Her eyes sparkled like the morning dew
Her nose tilted in a seductive way
I wanted to reach out to touch her hair
Sitting side by side that we now were
But we were in church at morning prayer

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Wednesday, June 28, 2017

Thank you Thom

Thank you Thom for all the prompts in the past
Making me scribble down words thick and fast

Somehow fitting modern words in a period piece
About Maori tribes trying to come to peace 

Or getting so involved with the story line
I hadn't memorized all the words in time

Luckily writing is a haphazard art
Readers tend not to worry once they start

I am sure we will all find a new home soon
Goodbye for now Thom, I wish you good fortune

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What naive wish

What naive wish that man should live in peace
For conflicts arise soon after wars do cease
A lasting calm in this world sublime
Has so rarely been at any time

We've fought each other for almost everything
For land, food annd water even worshipping
Lives are lost and our children cry
Who on Earth knows the reason why?

A terrible truth on which we do not act
That wars encourage inventiveness in fact
Atomic bombs, radar, submarines
Don't come from framing idyllic scenes

Humans have gone quite mad in this new culture
For poisons are now used in our agriculture
Bees endangered to sell certain brands
Wars waged across once tranquil lands

Note: The use of pesticides has severely endanged and killed bees in many countries of the world. If bees and other pollinating insects are wiped out humanity will be in serious trouble.

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Sunday, June 25, 2017

I dream of those days

As I get older I wish I could dance
To the music of time but legs say "No"
These days are lost in the midst of pain
Remembering days in nursery school

Oh to be running so wild and free
In the middle of the forest green
Telling stories to the fairies there
Lunching with pixies on a toadstool

But one thing that makse me so upset
A week later I went there again
I was told by wise owl waiting there
That I was too old, so felt a fool

So I dream of those days not long past
How innocent our small lives were then
Where adults ways were quite unknown
And I met fairies at the wishing pool

As I get older I wish I could dance
To the music of time but legs say "No"
These days are lost in the midst of pain
Remembering days in nursery school

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Saturday, June 24, 2017

The morning after

It was the night before the morning after
Full of booze and uproarious laughter
My mind was clearly was not in gear
Couldn't tell whether I was here or there
She took me places I need not know

By spending it in foolish drinking
When I awoke I was not at home
And clearly I was also not alone
Deep in trouble I am sure of that
With three stray dogs I know not how

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In the blink of an eye

In the blink of an eye she was gone
I felt like a shorn sheep
Without the one I loved

But love is like that, gone in a flash
Snatched away by a thief
Whilst rooted to the spot

Tottering around like a drunk man
Grovelling in the dust
Lashed by regretful pride

When remorse is finally over
Tattered ego reborn
Start over, spin around

Be single again glancing slyly
At every enticing curve
Maybe that one perhaps?

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Someone else

Sadness always comes with the question, why?
Hearts break, hopes lost, all you want to do is die
But all your eyes can do is cry, cry, cry

But the sun still shines above in the sky
The bees they buzz, flowers bloom, birds do fly
Showing that you should really try, try, try

Someone else will see that you need a guy
You'll forget those sad days that have gone by
For you'll be the apple of his eye, eye, eye

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Wednesday, June 21, 2017

My dog looked at me

My dog now looked at me doubtfully
Hesitant about his morning walk
As thunder grumbled veiled threats outside

He wagged his tail as I donned my coat
Not his usual wag but obedient
No doubt preferring somewhere to hide

We headed for the park where he'd bark
And sniff at all the other dogs there
Which other owners could not abide

But t'was deserted as the darkened skies
Started to pour down with rain and hail
Now there was nowhere at all to hide

My dog kept on looking up at me
His eyes treating me with such scorn
Sulking head down now not by my side

That we were so soaked there is no doubt
When the weather eased we headed home
My wife there with towel and grin quite wide

My dog's tongue it was now hanging out
A smirk upon his face washed with rain
Shook himself before he went inside

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I came home early

I came home early
She was on her yoga mat
Now in the cat pose

"Hi" she said quickly
You've caught me at it again
Slightly out of breath

"Can I watch?" I asked
As she did a seated pose
Then up and down dog

"Cup of tea?" I asked
"Be just a few minutes more"
She said in a squat

When I had returned
She was doing a plow pose
As she finished off

Now red in the face
Glowing, a beam in her eyes
She rose to kiss me


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