April at last! Only seventeen days until my Jenny comes home from her travels.
An April poem by The Bogman.
nuthin' whadya mean nuthin?
there's got to be summat!
summat Irish or boglike
summat aprilish or songlike
summat soothing or smiley.
nuthin is summat
summat is nuthin'
and in my class
nuthin was never an option!
All fools day
A day for fools must be the best thing in the world for me!
For fool I am and will always be the foolish things in life I see
An ever present ready wit is how I deal with the all the S--t.
The unwise dismiss the fool,
Think that we cannot see the way life is you see,
But who's the fool them or me?
I know how to play the fool but also beneath the jest
To enjoy your life is the test!
So come and join the days celebration
With the foolish of this nation
See that life's absurdities are for all
So lets enjoy them have a ball!
Greetings on this day of fools for one day just forget the rules
Join in with the jokes forget your troubles enjoy it folks!
For one day be a fool! go mad spend the day just being glad!!
Enjoy frivolities that cause fits of mirth
Laugh and shriek for all your worth
Doing so you may dispell any sobriety
Yell out loud and be cool for today it's good to be a fool!
well said BJS.....I wish they had a clapping hand smiley
Well Radar a big thanks from the fool
I REFUSE TO BE OLD
I keep recieving letters
Care of the elderly
Im not old I keep telling them
You are only has old has you feel
I have the perfect figure
Its dropped a bit thats all
Im not has quick has i used to be
But my memories on the ball
They keep saying the brown skin patches
Are due to a lady mature
I may need new glasses
I dont see them at all
They ask me about my water works
I tell them my system is fine
I dont know if they need a plumber
If so they can have mine
They ask hows my drinking
I dont have a problem with gin
A small drop of tonic and a lemon
I always cut it reaaly thin
My eating is very healthy
At mealtimes Im really good
But I need chocolate for energy
Its not a treat Its a must
So what if I wear winciette nighties
And have a glass for my teeth by the bed
I wish they would not call me old
Ill allow them to call me that when Im d...
just a joke I have my own teeth
A ll fools day
P ink blossom on apple trees
R osebuds swelling
I s it really spring?
L ighter evenings are welcome
OLYMPIC ENDEAVOURS AND MUSING IN THE DARK!
The burning gift of the gods the light in man's darkness
Defiant of the ruling gods deliverer thou art
Passion in the giving defiant in the act
Enraged Olympians rampage about your human pact.
Supplying man with the gifts of gods
To enlighten there existence
Helped the ancients with the lore
That one day becomes resistance
The punishment then endured for defiance
And revolution, to be chained to a rock eternally
A bloody cruel solution
To have your heart ripped out on an appointed hour
To make the point to men to bow before their power.
Defiance fermented in the hearts of men
As your suffering continued again
Your brother set to carry the world upon his back
Olympians failed to reclaim the gift by putting you on the rack
So as I sit musing here upon your gift to man
Supporting your defiance of the controlling elite
Who wished to hold the growth of man, and keep man at their feet
I cherish your rebellious gift
The gift you give is fire, a passion for our kind
Independent thought and freedom of the mind.
Promethium fire consumes what darkness brings
Helping us to see our way, and speak of many things.
So when your heart is torn asunder in defence of right
Remember Prometheus and his defiant might
Celebrate your independent thought and your right to be
Your destiny and intellectual copyright is his enduring gift
Thus the Promethean light bathes me in it’s gift!
Here is a simple rhyme from me.
A Small Plea
I hate to be a nuisance, independence is my aim,
But sometimes I’m unable to play this solitary game.
You may have to fetch and carry, things that I might need,
My pills and medication, times taken - all agreed.
So, when I ask you nicely, to bring pills of brown or white,
Please remember to bring water, so they go down alright!
If I’ve struggled for an hour to fetch my knitting bag,
If I say thank you kindly, is helping such a drag?
I know you’re not an expert, leave the knitting up to me,
But can you check the needles, I need two to knit you see!
One to hold the stiches, the other then to knit,
If one is left behind, all I can do is sit!
If I ask for the newspaper, to solve a puzzle or two,
It should go without me saying, they’ll need a pen to do.
Sudoku can be hard you know, I have to fill the chart,
If there’s nothing I can write with, it is difficult to start!
Sorry to sit and order, bring this or bring me that,
But I can’t sit doing nothing, I wasn’t made like that!
Water goes with medi, needles come in pairs,
Paper needs a pencil, I’m lucky that someone cares.
Already into the fourth month of this year
How quick time passes by, I fear
is it because I'm getting older
that I notice such things
April is here lets see what it brings
Rain they say would be very nice
but only a little, enough to suffice
Or there will be a hose-pipe ban
Well that's what he said, the weather-man
April is the month that is full of showers
Everyone saying it is good for the flowers
I do not want to wish my life away
But roll-on my favourite Month of May
April is nice , don't get me wrong
As I listen to the birds singing morning song
And notice the gardens coming to life
With trees and shrubs all in bud
I will try to embrace April, I really should.
and you will PB.....after all May is just around the corner xx
The Fool contemplated nothing
For too long it tore a hole where nothing dwelt
Sadness held his hand,unguided through the maelstrom
As eternity stretched,then contracted in its emptiness
The bridge that linked the soul
The chain that bound the part
The hand that holds the key
The cold protects the heart
The Fool wandered down passages
Down desolate lanes which ended in the void
He stood surveying all,but blinkered could not see
The detailed view of Eagles from that Eyrie in his mind
The crossing charged the soul
The chains that broke apart
The hand then turned the Key
The Warmth flooding through the heart
The trigger finger hovers in anticipated lust
For whatever adds excitement to the pleasure
Waiting for the end or starting a fresh chapter
The tremor wraps a seal around the guilt
The souring of the Eagle in the soul
The chains lie there discarded,must restart
The hand still has control over the key
The safe place of protection in the heart
As looking back and wondering,swinging on the guilt
The Fool sees what is left and tries to stop
The eyes open to the magnitude,the trails which wrought disaster
Whilst negativity was just the yarn that knit the gloom
The swooping dive from thrills within the soul
The untethered lies there gasping to impart
The Future awaits,the fool can use his key for
The locking of the mind to free the heart
Now at last where once Nothing filled his dungeon,
The Fool rebuilds his castle from the dust that's left behind
Can,t shake of the regrets,but lowers the drawbridge for his Queen
With fresh transcripts signed in blood on bended knee
The realisation opens up his soul
The chains link lovingly now chart
The path in life that holds the key
The love that motivates the heart
One of your best Titan and that is saying something.
Hi, Titan. Read & re read your poem... So impressive.
An expression of love may be given
With dignity and emotion
Love’s display free devotion
A love of heart and soul
With you the life I have is whole
In your radiance my life is made complete
You are my wife and life is sweet.
With you no one is ever mad
Because your countenance is glad
You are my friend
My soul mate too, I’d do anything for you.
When I was diagnosed with PD
You shed the tears of love for me
I love you always and forever
Love is ever yours
From your husband who may
Make more than the occasional mistake
Never doubt my resolution to be your love and
solution to any trouble life may bring
for your love still makes me king.
BJS That is a truly beautiful poem that brought a tear to my eye.
Stood I on the precipice,
And called to the ravine,
God forsake I'll cast myself,
And fly the painless dream,
But thoughts of those to be left behind,
Weld me like a rock,
That despite erosion must stay strong,
Stubbornly avoiding gravity's drop,
And once again I filled my lungs,
And screamed above the howling wind,
You will not consume me in your craggy depths,
For I will soar again,
On thermals I will fly,
And higher than the eagle friend,
This is no way for anyone to die,
This is no way for life to end.
Marcel, I agree: "This is no way for life to end"
And BJS, Lucky husband, lucky wife- to haveeach other.