Tuesday 30 September 2014

WISHES:


By those who loved you, from the day of your birth,

Wishes bestowed, for everything good on this earth,

Every bad omen, cut down, wished away & well hewn,

Protected by best wishes, well wished & far strewn.

 

Wishes dreamt & into wishing wells, fingered & tossed,

Together with golden coins & into fountains embossed,

Upon falling stars & from yearning hearts, solely told,

Within flickering candles, night´s wishes, dark blowed,

 

From old souls to the Gods, ancient wishes soft prayed,

In words of sweet love, gently begged, bargained & made,

And by all but the moon, deemed indulgent & capricious,

Mere whispers upon the breath, of desired dear wishes.

DECEASED AND DISCARDED:


Time to throw out, toss out & eliminate,

Time to chuck out, to bin & to terminate,

All those things used & now disregarded,

Items of no use now deceased & discarded.

 

The old bra, with strap now greying & floppy,

Lace-less shoe, with sole cracked & so droppy,

Books, read & re-read & now no longer savoured,

Teabags infused, cold, squeezed & un-flavoroured.

 

Knickers, like old credit cards, cut to fine shreds,

Soppy old boyfriends, banned from creased beds,

Dress that´s too tight & shirt, with collar now frayed,

Our faith now lost, that was once, long ago prayed.

 

All sorted & ordered, then swept, mopped & clean,

No memories left now & no more past to be seen,

Thrown out with time, all secrets, once guarded,

Everything, tight, used & old, deceased & discarded.

 

 

Monday 29 September 2014

BANNED:


Sadness, unhappiness & woefulness, all banned,

In Book of Kells, Bible, Veda, Torah & holy Quran,

Where does it tell us, that we must only look down?

Searching all that´s dim, dark & only underground.

 

To be within His likeness, the Almighty´s sacred will,

Shouldn’t we then be looking, towards that distant hill?

Shouldn´t we then be searching, the eagle in blue skies?

And maybe see only goodness, within our brother´s eyes.

 

Warm laughter in the heart & sweet smiles upon the lips,

Of every little joy, we should savour & not merely tiny sips,

When we´ve mastered happiness, a sign of man´s arrival,

That is when the human race, is assured of its survival.

 

Be it barred & prohibited, all that´s sad, bad & gloomy,

Leaving space within each soul, light, bright & roomy,

Everything that´s not happy, truly should be banned,

As sadness, by our Lord, was never-ever planned.

 

IF I:


If I drink from the wine glass, where your lips once lingered,

If I touch place on my breast, where your caress once fingered,

If I hear the echo of your laughter, within the dying of old trees,

If I feel your breath upon my cheek, within warm wafting breeze,

If I see your presence upon horizons, beyond death, life & afar,

If I see your smiling in the moon, the sun & the twinkling of stars,

If I taste your teardrops upon ocean´s waves & the falling of rain,

If I know all these things, will you come back to me, once again?

Sunday 28 September 2014

FOR WHAT DO WE PRAY?


Rivulets of tears, down the child´s rutted cheek,

What´s been done by us, to make him so bleak?

Knotted, gnarled fingers, of the sad, aged & weak,

Where are the answers, in our prayers that we seek?

 

The blood & the bang, of world´s battled scarred wars,

Arid lands of drought, cracked, raped & so bloody sore,

Tell me please, who is it that is making all these laws?

Please tell me, what is it that we are really praying for?

 

We ask, we plead, we beg, to end saddened strife & fray,

We confess, we atone & we even stop to daily & gaily play,

And yet & yet, it is & always will be, here with us to stay,

Tell me please Lord, for what is it, that we must daily pray?

ONE DAY:


One day,

With the eagle, upon high, I shall dance,

With eland, on African plain, I shall prance,

With whale & dolphins, in sea, I shall swim,

With swallows, upon skies of blue, I shall skim.

 

One day,

With the wind, I shall tell secrets to old trees,

With ripple of lakes, I shall shiver in breeze,

With wisdom of salmon, I shall swim upstream,

With nighttime shadows, I shall learn to dream.

 

One day,

With, the lark, linnet & Angels I shall gaily sing,

With butterflies, in freedom, I shall find my wings,

With the morning dewdrops, I´ll weep cool tears,

With God by my side, I shall banish all old fears.

One day.

Friday 26 September 2014

A PRAYER OF ELEMENTS:


Earth gathering her skirts around her,

Praying for every root, seed & tiny burr,

And kneeling upon her forested knees,

Asking Goddess above, to protect her trees.

 

Waters of the world, uniting in wetted words,

Praying in watery temples for every beast & bird,

And in voices of silky oceans & silty river beds,

Asking Gods of tridents, to bow their saline heads.

 

Sun, from his chariot, gleaming & softly beaming,

Praying to Gods grand, in golden sunny dreaming,

And in shimmering arias, his psalms soft singing,

Asking that his warmth, in cold lands, go winging.

 

Moon, mantled in bejeweled vestment of beams,

Praying to those higher that her nightly dreams,

And her voice of Angels & silvered starry eyes,

Asking merely for love, for all among her skies.

 

The wind howled & blew in his breathy breeze,

Praying in sighs, for all those, who coldly freeze,

And all over the world, his prayer was duly heard,

Asking his blowy Gods, in Holy & sacred words.

 

Oh to Deities all, for all we are about to receive,

For gathered harvests, full nests & falling leaves,

For feather, fur, scale, talon, paw & all fallen men,

Elemental voices, to Gods, joined in prayer, Amen,

AMEN.

 

TIME-LORDS:


Oh Lords of time & cruel crease,

Of ticking clocks that never cease,

You, of all old sins & lined regrets,

Of old schemes & dreams not yet met.

 

Of soft flab, dim drab & all that droops,

Of drips, blips & bones that crisply stoops,

You, of dimmed eye & wandering mind,

Of all our memories gone & cannot find.

 

Ruling, over lice, linnet, men & tiny mice,

Over passing seasons of heat & hoary ice,

Time-lords reigning, with cruel clawed hand,

In your path, no one´s safe upon this land.

 

Thursday 25 September 2014

ALLOW ME:


Allow me, to be the feather in the wing,

Of that beautiful bird, that sweetly sings,

Allow me, to be that hair within the fur,

Of that wild beast, that prowls & purrs,

Allow me, to be the tear from moist eye,

Of weeping, from the shuddering sigh,

Allow me, to be the song in happy voice,

Of all who sing loud, merely to rejoice,

Allow me, to be the word in Holy prayer,

Of those who whisper, upon final stair,

Allow me, to be the breath within all life,

Of succour to those, tiptoeing through strife,

Allow me, to just be love within the heart,

And from that special place, I will never part.

WHAT´S FOR DINNER?


In supermarket they were & between them a trolley,

She with list & he, listening to the usual verbal volley,

“What do you want for breakfast, lunch, dinner & tea?

I´m so sick of planning meals, it´s always left up to me”.

 

Up & down they go, along the lit supermarket´s aisle,

The trolley filling up quickly, in a frighteningly high pile,

“I don´t mind the cooking, the stirring, frying or baking,

But for once, I´ll leave decisions, for you to be making?”

 

The frazzled old couple shopping, struggling & so muddled,

Bright packages & boxes, leaving them feeling befuddled,

“For this once my dear, please just make your own choice”

He just closed his ears, to shut out her demanding old voice.

 

On they shuffled shopping, still undecided & so bemused,

Planned meals & what to prepare, merely still so confused,

“I have an idea”, he said, “what about a take-away dinner?”

“Thank goodness, at last”, she said, “you´ve hit on a winner”.

 

 

Wednesday 24 September 2014

SHADOWS:


Illusive quiet footsteps upon cold pavement,

Following stealthily upon grey hard cement,

Drawing gold whispers upon hot desert sands,

Graffiti sketched, by passing & invisible hands.

 

Old echoes tiptoeing, over green forest floors,

Softly flighty & flying, over lavender´s moors,

Upon night ceiling, where dreams go dancing,

Within their fingers, my fantasies, enhancing.

 

Disappearing, when gold sunshine softly sighs,

When sleep goes breathing & the night moth dies,

Shadows, friends who visit & then go on their way,

Leaving me wishing, that they would stay to play.

Tuesday 23 September 2014

MAMA, I BRING YOU FLOWERS


Mama, I bring you flowers, from a graveyard, I found,

They were sad, weeping & flung upon cold ground,

Mama, I picked them up gently & promised them love,

As Those who have gone, watched from high up above.

 

Mama, I bring you flowers & they are really so small,

They are just little babies & they will never grow tall,

Mama, tell them they´re special & to them you will tend,

And their small broken stems shall then heal & so mend.

 

Mama, I bring you flowers, with tiny hearts of bright gold,

With soft petals of silk & colours so gay & so very bold,

Mama, please put them into water & tell them you care,

And their beauty, with you, they shall be willing to share.

 

Mama, I bring you flowers, from those who have gone,

With you, they´ll remember, the sun had once shone,

Mama, with your kind smile & your sweet caring soul,

These flowers with you, will once again, feel whole.

 

 

 

Monday 22 September 2014

YOUR LETTER:


I got your letter today, so very well written,

No banal words of sloppy love, soft smitten,

No darling, no dear, nor the tedious diatribe,

Nothing of sweaty lust, nor passion so scribed.

 

You never pointed fingers & never gave me flack,

Never said you missed me, nor wanted me back,

There were no ifs & buts, of what could have been,

It´s such a long time, since your face has been seen.

 

All you wanted to say was, “I´m hoping you are well”,

That you cared how I felt, in your words, I could tell,

I thank you my friend, for this letter of your caring,

And for your thoughts, which we´re both now sharing.

LEND ME:


Could you lend me your smile, to get through the day?

Please give me your hand, so as to lead me the way,

May I borrow your voice, so I may talk of sweet love?

Would you please lend me your touch, as soft as a dove?

 

Would you lend me your time, which is so precious & rare?

Please give me your heart, that knows to be kind & so fair,

May I borrow your wide eyes, to see all of beauty abound?

Would you lend me your ears, to hear only beautiful sounds?

 

I shall never beg you for charity & never for rich given gifts,

I just need some help in this life, with my low energy shifts,

So I ask of you, please lend me your soul, so gentle & kind,

So I may be more like you & my own soul, one day, I may find.

Sunday 21 September 2014

I AM MERELY:


Don´t worry your pretty head, I´m not here to stay,

I´m merely passing through, then I´ll go on my way,

I am merely the teardrop, rolling down your cheek,

The thought in your mind, that you occasionally seek,

I am merely the image, within your sleeping dreams,

Just an idea, giving shape, to all your wily schemes,

I´m just the caress that you feel, from soft fingertips,

Merely the smile dancing, upon the rim of your lips,

I´m just the floating feather, that you find at your feet,

The guarantee that someday, again, we shall meet,

I´m merely a whisper, upon the nuance of your breath,

Merely the silent voice, at the soft calling of your death.

 

I HEAR YOU:


I hear you in raindrop´s tears & rivulets run,

In breathing of the moon, stars & shining sun,

In old winds that howl through the ancient trees,

I hear you within the voice of the secretive breeze,

I hear you.

 

I hear you within the whispering of winsome waves,

In the ancient chants from the musty church naves,

Within the mislaid dreamings of the sad silent snails,

I hear you within the voices of the white gilled whales,

I hear you.

I SEE YOU BEYOND:


I see you upon the night´s sleeping lake,

Beyond, where deserts lie softly awake,

Beyond rooftops & steeples of sleepy towns,

Beyond discarded canisters of war, in mounds.

I see you beyond it all.

 

I see you, beyond dross & the old kicked can,

Beyond mountains & where dry rivers once ran,

Beyond stars, the moon & the bright shining sun,

Beyond this life & the mere laughing, just for fun,

I see you beyond it all.

 

 

Saturday 20 September 2014

WHEN WHISPERS GO WANDERING:


When whispers go wandering & teardrops roam,

The go seeking their soul, for their original home,

When thoughts go ambling & dreams pass by,

Searching heartstrings, for that soft place to lie.

 

When wishes go pondering & old hope flies away,

They go looking together, for a place they can play,

Through the hallways, doorways & passages of life,

Seeking pathways, avoiding sharp edge of the knife.   

 

 

DANGEROUS:


Don´t goad this beast, she is dangerous,

She swims with crocodiles & runs with wolves,

Her voice heard upon the thundering of hooves,

She is the friend of elephant & old roaring lion,

She, with legs of steel & bare feet of hard iron,

Who is this woman?

 

Don´t goad this beast, she is dangerous,

She dives deep rivers & climbs mountain heights,

With her fangs, if she´s tempted, she surely bites,

Charming serpents, with hypnotizing green eyes,

With the venom of scorpion & forked tongue of lies,

Who is this woman?

 

Don´t goad this beast, she is dangerous,

Wearing rattlesnake anklet & spider in wild hair,

Sleeping between paws of old bear, in his icicled lair,

She is me, she is you & every woman once goaded,

Her dice are tossed & gun, ready & heavily loaded,

Who is this woman?

 

Friday 19 September 2014

LONELY:


She hoped that heaven wasn’t as lonely as earth,

A feeling she´d long had, since the day of her birth,

She hoped she´d have Angels, to play happy games,

And there´d be no one nasty, to call her harsh names.

 

She hoped that in heaven, folk would give her a smile,

And that they wouldn´t point long fingers, in anger & rile,

Hoped they would not throw barbs & verbal hard stones,

That hurt her small aching heart, far more than her bones.

 

 Upon her dying, she asked God, for just one little friend,

Which he granted with love, for her sad spirit to mend,

She knew from that moment, it was the end of her pain,

And that here, she would never-ever, feel lonely again.

 

DRUNK:


Pissed, pie-eyed, or maybe, merely drunk,

Bladdered, leathered, or as drunk as a skunk,

Mashed, smashed, pickled, piddled or tiddled,

Off their heads & continuously wasted & widdled,

Zonked, plonked & upon their dizzy backs laid,

Squiffy, whiffy, arms akimbo & legs well splayed,

Winded by wine, tickled by tots, blinkered by beer,

Whiskey loosened tongues & maudlin sung tears,

Words slurring, tongues furring, it matters not a jot,

Of bourbon, vodka, gin, whatever, just another tot,

Bars, pubs, taverns, inns, towers of addled brains,

Havens where they go, to forget their living pains,

Bacchus at his feast, could not compete with this,

I fear, something in this place, is seriously amiss.

 

Thursday 18 September 2014

THE UNSEEN ONE:


She of herbs, hares & whispered hot spice,

Of breath upon hallowed hoar & ageing mice,

She of bat-night cauldrons, burning red bright,

Of cracking twig, one hears echoing at night,

She is the unseen one.

 

She who walks, upon night´s silent dark paths,

Who watches otters, at their secretive baths,

She who drifts, upon those autumn grey mists,

Who when needed, simply, softly-shape-shifts,

She is the unseen one.

 

She, of the shifting seasons that just come & go,

Of sunshine, moonbeams & cool winds that blow,

She, of raven´s caws & wagtail’s sweet whistles,

Of forest floors, blooms & humble thorned thistles,

She is the unseen one.

 

She who tiptoes silently, across everyone´s lands,

She takes control, out of our small grasping hands,

We feel her presence, in sight & sighing soft breath,

But she merely passes by, from birth till our death,

She is the unseen one.

 

 

TIME:


I´ve mislaid time, somewhere along the way,

Where has it gone, to where has it strayed?

Lost, within the dusty annals of past histories,

In the mists of memories & hidden mysteries.

 

Time now wafts around me, in a mantilla of age,

Taking with it the beauty & just leaving the sage,

Counting seconds, minutes & flying swift hours,

Enclosing body & mind, within sealed ivory towers.

 

Mantled in lost days, weeks & the passing of years,

Upon winds of laughter, kisses & nightly wept tears,

Non-existent in passing, sifted & now finely sieved,

Time, of the essence, is merely a life, very well lived.

Wednesday 17 September 2014

SEASONS OF LOVE:


Spring comes forth, impatiently frisky & flighty,

Leaving behind winter, angry, hoary & mighty,

From icicled fingers, cold winter runs slipping,

To spring´s sappy arms, libido rampantly dripping.

 

Spring kissed summer, in sweat-slicked embrace,

Dancing upon petals, with her rose-pinched face,

Seductively, fertile, her skirts, blatantly sly-lifting,

Into golden autumn, within her gentle soft shifting.

 

Autumn, the season of mantles & fireside cuddles,

Under blanketed leaves & sad weeping puddles,

The holding of hands, beneath teardrop sprinkles,

Wreathed & wafting, in white wintertime wrinkles.

 

Winter sheds autumnal coat, golden & thread-thin,

Shivering in bones transparent  & finely-spun-skin,

Embracing in love & earth, now secretly entwined,

Recalling days, when springtime´s sun once shined.