The calender ticks by in a bright summer haze
A fly weeps its skin off on Damsel filled days
Leaves behind a faint trail as changing its ways
Transformation completed,resources depleted
Takes flight with exotic displays
The fisherman casts his stresses away
His catch in a keep net is not for display
Looks to the sky as the clouds turn to grey
Relaxation completed,resources depleted
Takes off home with his catch of the day
The Damselfly hovering over water that's rife
With mating so brief,with no"Trouble and strife"
Zips through the air like the swish off a knife
Mission completed,resources depleted
Takes what it can from a very short life
The Fisherman hauls his gear through the door
His Wife says to him"get that mess off the floor"
He loves her even though such words are a chore
Another day is completed,resources depleted
Takes to his chair and soon starts to snore
The Damselfly had seen out most of that day
What goes through its mind,nobody can say
It just functions,lives,until fading away
Existence completed,resources depleted
Just departs peacefully in the last place it lay
Sometimes Souls are entwined,never be broken
Sealed,legally binding,or with a small gift or a token
Most know that connection,words not needed or spoken
Connection completed,resources depleted
Heart held memories,feelings forever awoken
The fisherman offers no line of defence
Feelings of love,joy,sorrow,all his own,no pretence
During his time,some regrets and some wayward nonsense
A long journey completed,resources depleted
Some journeys in life are immence
His Wife looks at him there in his favourite armchair
Sees the years in those lines on his face etched with care
The ups and the downs and heartbreaks they share
Their mission completed,resources depleted
She touches his silvery hair
With tears in her eyes and taking a peek
In his bag,always checks,times relentless a sneak
It was unbelievably his Ninetieth birthday last week
Fishing completed,resources depleted
Tries to rouse him with a fond peck on the cheek
Amongst the contents of his bag and to her great surprise
The sight of a Damselfly greets her shocked eyes
Its life ended right there with the Fishermans flies
Both missions completed.resources depleted
Neither will witness another sunrise
J oyful evenings round the barbecue.
U tterly breathtaking countryside.
N early holiday time.
E venings long and mornings early.
In response to Lin's challenge.
I have never written to a person I didn’t know.
But on this special occasion, I wished to say hello
You see I have known of you for almost all my life
My Mam held you in high esteem, as a parent and wife.
Your eldest was born only one year before me
And like him, I sit at the top of our family tree
Four brothers four sisters sharing a single light
I imagine your place is large but dull and a bit quiet.
I wish when I was young’ you had lived a bit closer
Charlie would be a friend, he could even sleep over
Did he ever get to play cowboys or ball against wall
Or was it daily preparation for when England calls.
But enough about him it is you I wish to thank
For having me here despite the lack of rank
For forty five years I worked and paid my taxes
While “Pushy” rode side saddle pursuing poor foxes.
I know, you will think the last bit smacks of treason
But I like wildlife alive and that is the reason
Please do me a favour make it a royal decree
Make no more Sirs, tell them get of their knees.
I hope you don’t mind me straight talking to you
You have my utmost respect for the job that you do
And may I also say, that Prince Philip is a lark
where do you go to, to get away from his bark.
It is awful for you with all those houses to clean
If I didn’t know better I would call it obscene
Do you have time for Royal Sandringham and Balmoral
When you visit Windsor, does it end in a quarrel.
I can see you with your Dyson and rubber gloves
Chivvying the hubby and seeking help from above
May I say Ma'am' the photographs I like best
Prince Philip in Harris tweeds and you in twin sets.
Sorry to take your time so now I will let you go
You are a fine lady, me and mine want you to know,
And if you are ever likely to want to meet me
I am best in the morning and make a fair cup of tea.
By the way I have Parkinsons and cannot get any dole
Would you have a word with them I’m in a bit of a hole
I am sure they would listen to a grand woman like you
I will understand if you don’t, you have other things to do.
But that is not why I wrote, I am sorry for my bad manners
I wanted to tell you I spent yesterday, hanging out banners
To mark sixty years since you were crowned on the throne
Was it really 1952, cor blimey but hasn’t the time flown.
Cups of tea-ing
Time for fete-ing
Red, white and blue-ness
We’re all together-ness
We’re in agreement
Sixty years achievement!
God Save The Queen!
(with apologies to John Bunyan)
Who would a true queen be
Let her come forward;
Six decades long you see-
Need to trust the lord.
There's no way she will cease
Searching for the road to peace,
Through grim times lead with ease,
Elizabeth it is.
Sixty years of reigning sitting on the throne
The head of our country my how time has flown
The house of Windsor flourish at your hand
The Commonwealth salutes you and awaits your command
A regal head of state serenity and dignity remain in your land
Head is never bowed by the crowns weight
You are much revered as the head of state
So much has changed through the years that made the country great
so not a major royalist but tonight I'll wave the flag
Until my arms are dropping off our determination will not lag
for most of your subjects believe got it nailed
Your service an devotion will for ever be all the world to see.
Sixty year upon the throne
Like Simon on his pillar
Long may she live cos when she goes
There's Charlie and Camilla
(Simon being Simon Stylites)
enjoy the festivities!
I'm sitting here watching the pageant,and messing about with my Ipad,when I really should be in the garden helping the wife, and I have written my first ever poem.
With apologies to the poets on here :-
60 years - you’re kidding
Where has my Life gone
Why, it’s gone to serve the people
The people of GB
If I had my life over, I wonder
Would I have chosen ‘this’
Or would I have chosen a more private life
No - I’d still have chosen ‘this’
I wouldn’t change a single thing
To serve has been a pleasure
With travels all over the world
And so many memories to treasure
We’ve had our ups and downs, I know
Our conflicts and our losses
So sorry for those poor Mums & Dads
Who on our behalf have had to bear their crosses
Whose children gave their lives so freely
So that we can all sleep so sound
From Korea to the Persian Gulf
And Stanley to that Afghan town
This Jubilee is something special to remember
This Jubilee is for the Mums and Dads, the children, sisters and brothers
This Jubilee is for all of us, both well and those who suffer
For those of you with Parkinson’s as well as all the others
My hope for the next 60 years
Is that cures will be found
For all the Ills and troubles of this world
And that happiness will abound
A ROSE FOR MY LOVE
Your heady beauty leads me on
For your fragrance floats on summer sky
Adorned with sparkling drops of crystal rain,
It is beyond my heart to pass you by,
For your sultry hues of pink and cream
Like parted lips in a lovers dream
Entice my fingers to your delicate side
As I caress you with fulsome pride,
Can there be as silken a touch
That thrills, delights and pleasures as much?
There is but one ,of which I know,
So Rose home with me to my love you'll go.
The tears they fall caught on the swell
An uplift of emotions calling
Leaked,washed away in anguished gasps
Waves crash in giant crescendos falling
All around the nursery rhyme
Of Adult disguise in childish themes
Rips through the heart that had a heart
To bleed crimson tears upon lifes dreams
When all is halted at the gates
Where tentatively waiting standing there
The tears still gathering at your feet
No solution now that can repair
To sit back empty with just tears
That cloud each day for ever more
Through constant daily drudgery
As what was left is swept ashore
My first Tritina.
I wrote the words that no one will sing
My friend wrote the music that no one will play
You tried to bend the notes and halt the game.
Out on the street you asked him to play
Circling around and about in our new game
She whispered the words and I began to sing
After a while she grew tired of the game
Laughed when she said it’s true you can’t sing
She taught us another but only two could play.
Let’s play it again and sing the song at the end of the game.
Friends a blessing in this life
We choose our friends with care
Sharing sorrows, joys and strife.
Folk whose love we wish to share
Hearts that touch and entwine
Feel the emotions of another
Friendship is love divine
A support for one or other
Selfless care for another soul
Loving just for loves sake
Such caring makes the spirit whole
To give as well as take
Friendship does not wear, never feels old
Someone who goes the extra mile
This treasure you give valued above gold
So whenever there are bad times
We lapse into dark despair
I think about my friend’s love
Which I know is always there
It,s not just Parkinsons and Medication
My Wife and I met nearly Twenty Eight years ago
We have been married now,just turned Twenty Six
Our life has meandered through each high and each low
Complicated,like a game of"Pick up sticks"
Where each move,each decision,each step that we take
Can have the most catastrophic effect
Yet some decisions are made,not the ones we would make
Not necessarly the ones we'd select
Who's to blame for our childhood,we were all a blank page
Raised with care and devotion or alone drenched in tears
Why do some people seem charmed,are content,never rage
Others seem cursed,sat bemused with their fears
When abandonment leaves a void,a vast hole
Then repressed,by a fiend on a mission
When as a child always felt like a part not a whole
Constantly put down,beaten into submission
Things then happen in life,there is no control
You have no say when you are a child
Some have kind parents,their childhood is a Nursery rhyme stroll
Others have parents both abscent and defiled
Who were never there to offer support
When most needed when going through strife
Or found fascination in the pain that they wrought
With abusive objects which cut like a knife
To the heart of one's soul where you curl in a ball
When the blows and the pain become distant
Where defences are built and errecting a wall
All those barriers to block hurt persistent
To be told you were never wanted
To know and feel that you never were loved
Was the way I was treated really warranted
Never guided through life,only shoved
Our childhood years make the person we are now
Then when we embark on a life of our own
Can,t explain,and don,t really know how
Mine went off track when my seed was first sown
The connection that made me a person
Who I loathe in the mirror right now
If I could I would offer desertion
Oh,forgot,already doing,just sorting out how
So with a life now concluding and lost
Struck with Anxiety,phobias and emotions
Hope was already gone before pd's extra cost
With the addition of Parkinsons potions
So what do you get when your Wife freely admits
That I have been one long disappointment
It is as clear as Whistle as one openly submits
Like a fly trapped in lifes sticky ointment
People can say or impart the most uplifting things
Can be direct and say"snap out of it quick"
Look to your family see the joy that it brings
Yet some wounds are not easy to lick
When everything in life has gone totally wrong
From the moment of my unfortunate conception
When at the end of this road which seems eternally long
There will be no fond fanfare,no joyous reception
To underachieve and leave a trail of disaster
Lead a life with a mind in dark turmoil
It is not just a case of applying a plaster
With Parkinsons pouring on additional hot oil
So at the end of the day,now my life's being controlled
Am I happy,by this latest decision
Well the answer is no!!,just see it unfold
This is just causing a greater division
Because you can,t erase all the heartbreak and pain
Can,t undo how you feel deep inside
Parkinsons is just the end carriage on a train
Which full to capacity is on a collision course ride
it may not be much of a consolation, but you write damned good poetry. no, 'poetry' is too prissy a word for something so visceral, disturbing, poignant.
Titan, I am struck by two of the phrases in your poem:
“Our childhood years make the person we are now“
“So what do you get when your Wife freely admits
That I have been one long disappointment “
I agree with the sentiment behind the first phrase, but would like to remind you that there is always so much love expressed for you on this forum that it must be possible for a beautiful person to be moulded out of adversity.
Regarding the second phrase, I would like to bet that your wife means that she has often felt disappointed by your [u]behaviour[/u]. That is quite different from her feeling that YOU are a disappointment. The first you can do something about; the second you can’t.
And besides all that, yes, you ARE a damned good poet!
On lifes disappointments we may muse unendending
It doesn't negate the pain you feel or the love I'm sending
Childhood we know can be less than it should be
Leaving such deep wounds that bleed when others do not see
A partner may not understand but still may show their care
Although feels like loss of liberty their consistancy is remaining there
On your view of self, we have to say your vissions impaired
its not a true picture of the man I know the man whose visions shared
On the sharing of your visions, you know you have a gift
Words that flow like silk or honey, though emotions we need to sift
Sowhat others said is echoed here and friendhips hand streched out
Whenever or wherever you only need to shout!
Hi Turnip,Lily,BJS,Thanks and apologies,
Turnip,you feel in those Three words what Health professionals dismiss or are blind to,
Lily,the second phrase goes beyond the depths unseen,your words however mean a lot to me.
BJS,you know most the true extent,your poems reflect that knowledge and sentiment,forever grateful
When Deprivation Leads To Nothin
Read the the letters,read the whole,read the numbers,see the soul
1.)When an acorn drops unoticed from a fruitless hardened Oak
a)Deprived of a life that could have been,as squirrelled,hid away
b)When caught drifting in the undertow in waters darkened Grey
2.)The words lost gargling in the throat left then to surface or to choke
c)Pulled against the natural flow lost in depths of Hellish smoke
d)Never growing,never forming,hides behind the darkest cloak
3.)When restricted,noose like,useless draped in fun for those to poke
4.)Lost remnants formed beyond the pale now writhe behind a veil
e)As lifetimes thoughts and memories caught,reflect on shards that cut the deepest
f)Impressed by those who in their minds are really just the cheapest
5.)Castigated on emergence on a pole that will impale
g)A mistake spawned in the offering,a sacrifice to Nothing
h)Then repeated in the parcel passed reveals another Nothing
6.)Left hanging through eternity on a cross,the deepest nail
7.)Disturbs and then excites,entices,sucks the Lamb of God
i)When deprivation that's invisible strangles what has and has not been
j)Turns what was meant,turns back,rebends,forms that which now unseen
8.)His hand a twisted melody is holding the last card
k)As Rhyme upon a rascals bidding dabbles with the Devil
l)Don,t entertain,for certainty is not another level
9.)The suit that rocks the cradle,can often push too hard
10.)The evil that men do resets the challenge from within
m)When trying as one might to quell the current in a stream
n)Reaching out for help reveals another fading dream
11.)When the heat from smouldering depths melts the ice now wearing thin
o)The freezing isolation then unlocks that deprivation
p)Never far and always lingered on those lips since its creation
12.)Breathes on a foggy misted window the word written there "Nothin"
Twenty eight years.
You choose your words and use them like rapiers
Pierced through with precision I lay down to die
Just because there is no blood ruining the carpet
You ignore my entreaties, perspiration and wails.
There was a time when we belonged together
That was long ago when we were both young
Our foundation lacked careful consideration
The tides have run the mortar from the stones
I can see myself in the reflection of your tears
The sad resignation that nothing will change
I refuse to accept it was all a disappointment
If for no other reason than the children we made.
The foundation is sliding slowly into the crevice
There is nothing else for a house built on sand
Retreat to the high ground before the morning
And watch as the tide takes the jetsam away.
Like soldiers defending hill tops and trenches
Sentries doing their duty, halt who goes there,
They give me advice to which I won’t listen
My brain can’t compute as it sinks in despair.
Twenty eight years that is almost half of my life
Spent watching in wonder as we drifted apart
If this is the end lets finish at the beginning
With soft slow kisses and a piece of my heart.
Dark Hearts and Coronets
When the soul aches but deprives its self of balm
Pain is meted out as punishment in doses
A knife that slashes like a tongue devoid of charm
These then are the darkest times when the void closes
When life wounds can inflict the greatest harm
In the darkness of a wounded heart it is hard to see
But shine a light in the dark and you may just find
Where the soul lies bleeding pleading to be free
A valiant man a hero, honest loyal and kind.
A thoughtful forgiving soul you’ll find, if you don’t flee
A spirit who wants to soar but life has clipped his wings
The inner man imprisoned and the outer man constrained
His words and lyrics dark ones but he carries on and sings
Through the abyss he stretches out clutching at what remained
Pulls the chord hanging there the dead bell clangs and rings
Cleanse your soul with love with warmth and wash out all the stains
Peer into the dark friend look for the light
Through the gloom you will see me
I am armed for this fight
Strap your helm on and pick up now the shield
Mount your steed again sir as we take to the field
I will be there at your side as previously vowed
Together and forever we will refuse to yield.
...and you also Bogman, a great poem, moving, with vivid images, but so sad.