Thursday, 31 May 2012

When will I Return

He shook himself vigerously.
Swayed from side to side.
Hands motionless.
Unable to remove to load from his back.
Sweat pours from his youthful brow.
So he leaned forwards to ease the frustration.
Litte left for consulation.
Gone too far to turn back.
In the distance.
His destination.
A mile or so away.
Pulled himself together.
This time is forever.


Tuesday, 29 May 2012

The Whisper in the dark

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In case you never know.
Many years ago.
Lay bear in daylight.
With no shirt.
No shoes.
His feet parched.
On the sun drenched rocks he stood.
A total stranger to many.
His yell lost in the thorns.
As he echoed the name.
His lost sole mate.
Without a shame.
None to take the blame.
On bending hands and knees.
He shivered with fear.
How can I lost this one hope.
I must not dear.

Monday, 28 May 2012

The Highs and The Lows

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Applause, Applause.
The chorus fills the room.
Dazzled by the large audience.
Women,  men boys and girls.
Giving everything its worth.
Then a sudden hush.
Hello,  'everyone who came to hear'.
My favorite poems.
Lighting in your ears.
It's so nice to see you all today.
With something  very pleasant I have to say.
The lines are mine.
They tell a tale.
So stay immersed for a moment or two.
Whichever you pick and choose.
I know you won't refuse.
So stay amused without getting the blues.

Friday, 25 May 2012

Thumbs Up

Light feet.
Slippery feet.
Moving motionless.
Make music, make music to satisfy.
Little hands glitter.
Saying something.
Taking stance.
Share a glance.
Something new.
Pretty blue.
Pretty pretty pictures.
Red,  green, orange and yellow
Like the colours of the rainbow.
Reveal words of fascination.
With passion and appreciation.
Smiles that glow.
Not long ago.


   


Thursday, 24 May 2012

The Shadow

Perhaps it was for me she wrote.
A silent message.
It was late last Wednesday morning
Wet, ragged and faded from the rain.
Contents barely recogonised
Except 'hello Antoinette'
In a hurry.
I tossed my new jacket.
Beneath the larger bench.
The oldest of two.
Four feet in length.

The hard wood chipped.
Uneven surface.

Well used to it's fullest from those much older.
Pens and pencil drawings dimmed in the faded light.
Yet could not find the words to share.
Patience, patience.
Still lasting memories to share.


Wednesday, 23 May 2012

The Tale

 Just like red roses,
With great poses.
Standing by what is true.
Given that little bit extra.
I know there is a lot more to give.
Telling someone they are good too.
Set about do something  I admire.
Taking another trip.
Round the high mountains and low plains.
I have not yet found what I'm looking for.
Be still, it will come before you whisper.
 

Tuesday, 22 May 2012

Day Break

I watched the sun as it sets lazily in the morning mist.
Never, never changing was its bliss.
What's in it for me I thought.
As I pulled back my  brightly- patched window curtains.
To see further, much further than my thoughts could go.
I held my outstretched hands.
With just enough energy.
Because I going to be someone who would be very different  today.
All my cares moved further and further away in the distance.
I moved quickly.
No hint of delay.

Monday, 21 May 2012

What it is to be a child

I think of the glorious days.
No sadness but pleasant thoughts.
I felt free, filled with smiles and laughter in abundance.
I surged towards my heights.
I loved to sing, dance and be merry in the wind.
Short days,  freedom to live for the evenings, the nights drifted slowly by.
No thought for tomorrow.
Make haste.
Another day is dawning.
Oh how pleasant and exciting it is to be a child.