August 28, 2014

 

 

Oh moonsong

lamenting at my window;

what wants you now of me?

 

Oh moonsong

chanting by my window;

in peace leave me to be.

 

Oh moonsong

fading from my window,

behind the citrus tree.

 

Oh moonsong

return again next morrow,

so alive, I know, I be.

 

 

 

 

 

…and like potatoes

that are boiled,

but not enough;

the meal now spoiled.

 

A few more minutes

on the job,

won’t hurt the palate

or the hob.

 

 

 

 

Salvage from

the situation,

tokens small and

light in weight.

 

Plant new seeds

of expectation,

til buds appear

with stems so straight

 

Begin again

with realisation,

that heavy burdens

all are spent.

 

And to conclude

the finalisation,

smile and wonder

where grief went!

 

 

 

 

 

When always on the

back foot relying;

a retreat in place;

a safety net.

 

When always ready;

a dash implying.

A repeat of pace,

where freedom met.

 

 

 

 

In reverence to

the one who knew.

The pattern formed;

the hidden clue.

 

The recipe;

the witches brew.

The format worked;

conclusions drew.

 

In thankfulness

to one who flew

the nest, in search

of morning dew.

 

The knowledge gained

by one who knew,

survivors path,

where skies are blue.

 

 

 

Oh, today was as good

as any day I recall.

I watched a caterpillar

moving, at a steady crawl.

 

I heard the bees humming,

busy at their work.

Not away from duty

did one of them shirk.

 

Oh, today was as good

as any day gone by.

I walked indoors

to the aroma, of apple pie.

 

I saw a table laid out,

with just two place settings,

and a candlelight glow,

against the window nettings.

 

Oh, today was as good

as any day I remember;

with autumn so close,

we are nearing September.

 

So quiet the streets,

free from the day trippers.

And the dog saying ‘not yet’,

as I moved towards my slippers!

 

 

August 18, 2014

 

 

Never known such yearning:

Never known such force:

The only chance to see you,

completely blown off course.

 

Never known such anguish:

Never known such fear:

The time was dead against us,

though we felt your presence near.

 

Never known such feeling:

Never known such power:

We did our best to reach you,

but missed you by an hour.

 

Never known such sadness:

Never known such woe:

Our paths, they failed to meet,

but still, we love you so.

 

Never known such adrenalin:

Never known such urge:

The odds were stacked against us,

but by god, we felt the surge.

 

 

 

And now the time

is coming near,

I dread the loss,

holding back a tear.

 

I now realise

my only fear,

is being alone

without you here.

 

But life goes on,

and you must grow,

and follow your dream,

and wild oats sow.

 

And greet the world,

you’ve yet to know,

where lesser men

have dared not go.

 

So leave me child;

You have my blessing.

My broken heart,

I am caressing.

 

Uplift your spirit.

Explore your mind.

Knowing you are loved,

by those left behind.

 

And never look back

with a pang of guilt,

when deeply engrossed

in castles you’ve built.

 

Just spend your time

doing as you please;

My sorrow, in time,

I know will ease.

 

And this transition time,

that had to be faced,

will be good for us both,

with new ideas embraced.

 

As we both discover,

that the power of love,

is an invisible bond,

on the wings of a dove.

 

And knowing we have

each others full backing,

will make up for any

tactile feeling, lacking.

 

And with chains now broken,

you are free to fly.

And with my blessing,

reach for the sky. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

August 11, 2014

 

 

It seems that birds

throughout the land,

had been touched by

Percoughalees’s guiding hand.

 

Each one willing

and of their own volition,

had all bought into,

his secret mission.

 

His stay never long,

for with the rising sun,

he felt the need,

to then move on.

 

And all the birds

called out his name;

‘Oh Percoughalees’,

they did proclaim,

 

in echoing tweets

of contrasting notes.

It seems each one,

he had their vote.

 

They knew him well;

he’d travelled far.

Many lives he’d lived,

under many a star.

 

But always, at the

back of his mind,

was his one true love,

he’d left behind.

 

And though still grieving,

from the loss,

he felt someday again

their paths would cross.

 

The unrequited love

that he still yearned,

for dear Mendotta,

in his soul now burned.

 

And all the birds

that had acquiesced,

and flown into

his temporary nest,

 

to give him solace

in times of need,

were just a quick fix

to stem the bleed.

 

And with lack of sleep

through restless nights,

Mendotta was clearly

back in his sights.

 

And with the new sun

high in the sky,

he knew his love for her

would never die.

 

Now the time was right

to continue his search,

leaving high and dry,

other birds on their perch.

 

Those casual callers

and fly-by-nights,

who said they wouldn’t,

but he knew they might,

 

didn’t mean a thing

at the break of day,

for it was towards Mendotta,

that his heart did sway.

 

And with this in mind

on his morning stroll,

his heart skipped a beat;

he was on a roll.

 

He now knew for certain

where his priorities lay.

He would search every cove

and each sandy bay,

 

in a last ditch attempt

to realise his dream,

and make Mendotta

his Queen supreme.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Our naughty Nance

just loved to prance

amongst the London elite.

 

But not a chance

had our naughty Nance,

of landing a titled seat.

 

For our naughty Nance

was unable to dance,

because of her two left feet.

 

So she fled to France,

did our naughty Nance,

hoping a Count to meet!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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