Category Archives: Moods

The Gone-child

rls_03-09-2002_0388Fresh talc and terry-towelling smell

Rhymes and stories longing to tell

Spotting that very first baby tooth

Eyes searching mine for some loving truth

 

Lighting one candle on the birthday cake

Leisurely walks around the park lake

Holding hands and showing I care

Talking of others, no longer here

 

Laughing at furrows on my ageing brow

Answering questions about why and how

Forbidden sweets shared when none can see

Just coming round for Sunday tea

 

Don’t ask which of these pleasures I miss the most

For none are matters about which I can boast

And, knowing these things might never be

I must miss them all, but secretly.

Seasons Passing

2001-02-02-00h49m41As silent frosts and gentle snow

Bid ‘sleep still’ to plants below

Winds at shivering branches tear

Threatening any that above ground dare

 

Icy cold, seeds wait their turn

To know what fate they are to learn

When Winter deigns to loose its grasp

As feeble shoots feint sunlight clasp

 

Then urgent as the days grow longer

Frenzied growth forever stronger

Through warming soil, tendrils searching

Stalk and leaves now skyward lurching

 

Green hued cells their magic weave

Creating starch, apart do cleave

In answer to Spring’s gleeful call

Across the earth new life will sprawl

 

‘Till basking in our young star’s rays

Countless flowers their heads do raise

Grasses nod, caressing the breeze

Pollen gathered by dutiful bees

 

The Summer months bring endless days

Fields, gardens, pastures, bright-cloaked in haze

With lengthening shadows soon to cast

The signal that this cannot last

 

Ripening fruits fill hedge and vine

Quick gathered in to make new wine

Nature’s harvest garnered and stored

Planet-bequeathed life-giving hoard

 

Leaves slowly rust in amber shades

And drop to lie in Autumn glades

A last joyful scent of this year’s roses

Then, once again the cycle closes.

Work-shy

dscf1348Say ‘Ahh’ for those with the idle gene

Who in the mornings are seldom seen

They miss the lark and the shepherds warning

But sleep on wearily as day is dawning

 

Then as the sun climbs to its full height

They stir and ready to face the light

Cautiously, through the curtains they stare

And laugh at the fools dashing about out there

 

If work is a choice they choose something other

Why toil for a living if you needn’t bother

Instead think how to pass the day

Life is too short to live any other way

 

Why can’t we all have this carefree life

And let someone else face all the strife

Enjoy idle days as our birth right

Saving our energy to enjoy the night.

The Sunny Smile

When did she lose that sunny smile

It’s not been there for quite a while

It was there each and every day

Bright and cheerful at work and play

 

It used to make my own heart soar

The luckiest chap I knew for sure

I could forget my former life

With such a person as my wife

 

My love has grown with every dawn

A giant oak from a small acorn

I make a point to tell her so

It is important for her to know

 

Her faults are small and fewer than mine

But need pointing out, if she is to be fine

By making a few imperceptible tweaks

She could enhance those rosy cheeks

 

In that way she would then be perfect

But telling her so has the wrong effect

She rails against each gentle hint

With dulling eyes that have no glint

 

Oh why can she not take some note

Instead of becoming more remote

And smile for me as she did before

Alas, it makes my poor heart so sore.

Morning

img_0453Westward crawling, sneaking

Stealing distant stars and galaxies

Summoning birds from their roosts

Commanded to herald the dawn

 

Half heard on slow shifting air

The sound near real,

but dimming against the growing chorus

And stirring clatter of movement

 

Night sighs and succumbs

Pulling dreams and fears

Under its dark cloak

Harboured against the bold tide of day.

Room To Live

Clutter, clutter everywhere

Not a place to stand

Where to tread without fear

Of tripping, overhand

 

Can’t place my feet without regret

For crushing under foot

Some prized possession or still yet

Another gift kaput

 

I dream of space where basically

The rooms bid empty welcome

And corridors give passage free

Of rammel’s invasive kingdom.

Whiskey

Corrosive, amber, poison dram

Gnawing at liver’s health

Countless lives gone too soon

Stolen by lies and stealth

 

I know you well and will not yield

So try best to have your way

Your sirens’ call will fail to lure

I’m sure to win the day

 

But who can know your secret plan

What tricks you keep in store

To play on poor souls such as I

Who keep coming back for more.