LIFE BECOMES A MELODY:

When you kiss me,

Life becomes a melody,

And serenades the tune.

 

When you hear me,

Life becomes the sonnet,

And scribes in hand to poem.

 

When you see me,

Life becomes the portrait,

And flows in painted tone.

 

When you love me,

Life becomes the dance,

And waltzes me back home.

 

CELLULAR:

When I finally die, I shall not be dead,

My rounded hip & my bent tilted head,

Shall then become the snail´s spiral shell,

And convert into water, within life´s well,

My raised grey brow & my stepping toe,

My bent arms, crooked legs, & all I know,

Will become whale´s breath & morning mist,

Becoming feathered plume & soft blown kiss,

My sight, gestures & my slight softened smile,

My nods & my winks, no longer linger a while,

They´ll be the dancing leaves & waves on seas,

And be plovers wings & falling fruit from trees,

And my shivering flesh, shall be merely in dreams,

Soft turning in the eddy, of cool spiraling streams,

In my voice, shall no longer be the moan of love,

But instead shall become, gentle cooing of dove,

Death is merely a recycled conversion of cells,

Bypassing man´s ideas, of his heavens & hells.

 

WHERE DO THEY GO?

Where do all hearts go, when they´ve truly been broken?

Where do those dreams go, when they have all awoken?

Where do teardrops go, when done with all their sadness?

Where do smiles go, when there´s nothing left of gladness?

Where do words of love go, once they have all been said?

Where do all feelings go, when moved from heart to head?

Where do all our souls go, when our lives are finally done?

Where do our prayers go, once whispered from our tongue?

 

OVER RULED AND UNDER LOVED:

He ruled over her poor soul with an iron clad fist,

Until the person she was, she now hardly missed,

She was ground down by his heel & under his thumb,

Until the person she was, became so totally numb.

 

She gave him all her love, all her body & her soul,

She gave him fine sons, all her time & her whole,

Only glancing he gave her, was the back of his hand,

Why he never cared for her, she couldn´t understand.

 

How can time drag by & yet disappear away so fast?

How could she have left herself, so far back in the past?

The day then dawned, when she opted for new gladness,

Breaking all over ruling chains, of a lifetime of sadness.

KISSED BY NATURE´S LIPS:

Nature touched her children dear,

With fronded finger & raindrop tear,

Where dunes soft loll & chasms rip,

Nature kissed with her mother´s lips.

 

Nature caressed her love´s emotions,

With sighing breezes & waves of oceans,

Where old forests pray & mountains dip,

Nature kissed with her lover´s lips.

 

Nature whispered her paint-box hues,

With frost, snow & early morning dews,

Where rosy dawns, over horizon trips,

Nature kissed with her artist´s lips.

 

Nature sang with her sweet soft voice,

With serenade & tale of life´s right choice,

Where land bows & from river, gently sips,

Nature kissed with her Goddess lips.

RESOLUTION´S REVOLUTION:

No more smoking & no more drinking,

In all these years, what were we thinking?

Must start to diet & lose some weight,

No more cakes & chocs that lure like bait,

No fats, no carbs, forget cheese & butter,

“NO”, the only word that we shall utter.

 

As at every New Year, we make resolutions,

Strategically planned, life´s new revolutions,

Thinking we´ll look like stars of film & screen,

Thin, beautiful, healthy with skin of cream,

But, within a day, a week, a month or three,

We shall be back to where we used to be.

 

Exercise is what we shall try & deem to do,

Running, jogging, yoga & we´ll try Pilates too,

Expensive subscriptions paid to clubs & gyms,

But through their doorways, we hardly skim,

Stretching & bending, in our new gear bought,

Lycra holding in all our fat & flab, tight & taut.

 

But what if our resolutions were of another kind?

To be caring to others, & our own souls to find,

To be kinder, more loving & less critical to boot,

Maybe this revolution, would more people suit,

Offering a smile, helping hand, or a listening ear,

Then maybe, we´d all be happier in the coming year.

DONE AND DUSTED:

Christmas is now over, all done & duly dusted,

Bank accounts now empty, well & truly busted,

With the turkey stripped, we´re all well stuffed,

Trimmings, plum puddings, doused & truly duffed,

Gold crackers cracked & all our food now scoffed,

Barrels & bottles emptied, imbibed & gaily quaffed,

Bestowing mulled wine cheeks & egg-noggin heads,

Slumped bloated bodies, in chairs & some in beds,

Crumbs on laps & down chins, gravy richly dripped,

Mince pies crumbled & gifts unwrapped & ripped,

Cards disposed of & all decorations now put away,

Children spent & tired out, from all their festive play,

Baubles & tinsel removed, Christmas tree taken down,

Stowed in boxes & drawers, with wistful smile & frown,

All bidding farewell to Christmas, for yet another year,

Thankful it´s all over, but not without a small shed tear.

 

 

GOING BACK:

She would love to go back; to the babe she had been,

To when cruelty was something, she´d never yet seen,

Back to her past childhood, she would happily bounce,

To when “poverty” was a word, she couldn´t pronounce.

 

How she´d love to go way back, to her surly dark teens,

To times, when it was all about love & starry-eyed dreams,

Back to the past, when hurting was merely, newly cut tooth,

Back to that place that was safe & hidden from raw truth.

 

IN THE GRAVEYARD OF THE GODS:

She tiptoed through her dreams, by-passing all the odds,

Looking at the tombstones, in the graveyard of the Gods,

Listening to the whisperings, upon their old sighing breath,

Dead Gods revealing secrets, of her life & coming death.

 

Each tombstone told a story, of the wherefores & the why´s,

Of the compassion of all mankind & the reasons not to lie,

Each step within the graveyard, was a step away from youth,

Tiptoeing towards eternity & all those reasons for the truth.

 

The epitaphs of reasoning, written upon each & every tomb,

Scribed by long gone masons, illuminated by ancient moon,

Scripted words of love & faith, then the goodness of all men,

She heard the words of poetry, once whispered from the pen.

 

This old place that spoke of happiness & the long eternal life,

Of true beauty of her living, within all its struggles & its strife,

As she tiptoed through this place, still chancing all the odds,

Now knowing all was well, within the graveyard of the Gods.

 

POVERTY:

Doesn´t our society know, or even try to realize,

Just take some time to listen & to look into her eyes,

Woman & her babies, trying hard to make ends meet,

Searching in the dustbins, for something they can eat.

 

She´s eking out few meager coins, to see how far it goes,

Aching within her heart, to the extent that no one knows,

Scraping knees in scrubbing & existence where she can,

This life of drudgery she is living was never in her plans.

 

In front of her small babies, she never dared to shed a tear,

She always had that smile, “It will be better in coming year,”

While having small lives to fight for, never would she cede,

Making sure her children would never have to see her plead.

 

TREAT ME:

Treat me as a velvet petal & you shall have my bloom,

Treat me as a flying bird & you shall have my plume,

Treat me as an errant teardrop & you shall have my eyes,

Treat me as a drifting cloud & you shall have my skies,

Treat me as a trembling leaf & you shall have my tree,

Treat me as a whispering wave & you shall have my sea,

Treat me as a shivering ripple & you shall have my river,

Treat me kindly with love & my love will make you shiver.

DANCING MAN:

I married a dancing man,

With restless & nimble moving feet,

With finger´s clicking to every beat.

 

I married a dancing man,

With shuffling feet forever tapping,

With Spanish hands forever clapping.

 

I married a dancing man,

Then one day he stopped the sway,

Saying, that old life just got in his way.

 

I married a dancing man,

So we left the life we knew, together,

And went off dancing through lilac heather.

 

YOUR NAME:

I bought you into existence,

By merely whispering your name,

And so you were born & loved.

 

You knew you were so loved,

As I sealed your name with a kiss,

And so you learned how to love.

 

When you died, you left in peace,

As you heard your name on a prayer,

And so with love, you bade farewell.

 

You knew you had lived because,

You had heard your name spoken,

Upon lips of whispers, prayers & kisses.

 

CLEAVAGE:

Her cleavage was her trade-mark,

In passing taverns, pubs & inns,

Her proud creamy silken mounds,

Joy of gent´s dreams & steamy whims,

Her mountains were always dressed,

In purple satins & scarlet rubied lace,

Luring away below, sly & slinky eyes,

From her smiling, round & bonny face,

Her oyster pearled & alabaster hills,

Were moulded by men´s fly glances,

She always knew what she was doing,

And led them all on merry dances,

It was where she kept her bank notes,

Also, a faded letter from her dear love,

And in her prayers at night, she´d ask,

“Please don´t judge me from up above.”

REMNANTS:

Remnants of you wallow in dust & quietly linger,

Passing by what´s left of you, I softly touch & finger,

Bringing memories of you, to my wet unsteady eyes,

 I feel you watching me, from above in heavenly skies.

 

Your coat with a hole in the pocket, I´d forgotten to sew,

Your old scuffed boots, left drying upon sill of my window,

Your glasses upon that book, that you promised to finish,

Your cologne upon my pillow, that time doesn´t diminish.

 

Strands of your silver hair still left in tortoise shell comb,

Your voice echoing through my mind & rooms of our home,

Your old briar pipe in the ashtray & your slippers by the bed,

All that is left, remnants of you, now wafting through my head.

GOLDEN EVENING BAG:

It was where she placed her lipstick, of carmine ruby red,

Her jewel encrusted comb, that neatened her gold head,

The small mirrored compact, to powder her small pert nose,

And lace embroidered hanky, perfumed in musk & dusky rose.

 

It once belonged to Grandmamma, this golden evening bag,

Holding her memories & belongings, with gilded lips gagged,

Clasped closed & holding secrets, of opportunities now missed,

Within dreams she takes her bag, over be-gloved & delicate wrist.

 

OPEN THE DOOR:

Open the door little one, go fly up & away high,

Open the door little one, of your wondrous eyes,

Open the door little one, of your far reaching dreams,

Open the door little one, of all your plans & schemes,

Open the door little one, of your small innocent heart,

Open the door little one, it is from where you must start,

Open the door little one, of your special & tender soul,

Open the door little one, as you are still so very whole.

 

ALL WEAPONS OF WAR:

It´s not only the grenades, bombs, mines & the guns,

All tossed, aimed & planted, by all sad mother´s sons,

Not only planes & tanks, flying & rolling by, ten by ten,

All piloted & driven, by all women´s able young men.

 

No, not only all these things, are the weapons of wars,

Also children & women, are turned into military whores,

Sex, food, land, slaves & all humans, are so sadly used,

As weapons of war, it´s all humanity, that´s hurt & abused.

WONDERFUL PLACE:

Isn´t this world, such a wonderful place?

Each little creature, has its own unique face,

Every little one, of fur, feather & sharpened claw,

Serves its purpose on earth & it´s small wherefore.

 

Isn´t this world, such a wonderful place?

With all things we see & the ones without trace,

The skies, seas & forests, beneath sun, stars & moons,

Predicted by mighty God & then tossed within Runes.

 

Isn´t this world, such a wonderful place?

With all waters, all foliage & the clear empty space,

With every emotion that we feel, within all of our love,

And daily I thank for our world, my dear Lord up above.

 

HAPPY CHRISTMAS:

We may glance upon the glitter, knowing they´re still out there,

The cold, the starving & hungry, while we´re at our festive fare,

We may adorn the stair & mantle, but sadly, guns are still in use,

The bombing just continues, while our bird is basted in its juice.

 

We may gather in our cozy, while on streets, they´re still abound,

The abandoned, the frozen & forgotten, of feline, man & hound,

We may raise our rum soaked glasses, in bonhomie & good cheer,

But, lurking outside our bottles, still there´s chilled & stalking fear.

 

We may open up our presents, singing praises to God above,

And yet, still outside our windows warm, the lonely & unloved,

We may over-spend to debt, & stuff our gorged & gin kissed faces,

But our glitzy tinsel dreams, cannot hide, sad folk in other places.

 

We may celebrate with loved ones, yet remember those in tears,

Those who have none to love & those, now getting on in years,

Those we have never met, yet are huddling under ice & snow,

Let us not ignore them, for it is our souls that want to know.

GO AND PLAY CHILD:

Go & play among the pebbles child,

And paddle in the clear cool streams,

Go & run in greenwood forests child,

And dabble in your childhood dreams.

 

Go & skip through floral fields child,

And roll down those heathered hills,           

Go & dance beneath the rain child,

And sing where cool cascades spills.

 

Go & laugh with warm sunshine child,

And tell your quiet secrets to the moon,

Go & feel sand between your toes child,

And smell those red roses, in mid June.

 

Go & be who you want to be, my child,

And beneath your feet, just feel the dew,

Go & twinkle, like the brightest star child,

And to yourself child, please forever be true.

TEARDROP EYES:

Oh you with the teardrop eyes,

Tell me, why is it you still smile?

Tell me, why is it you´re still so kind?

Tell me, why is it you´re still so gentle?

Tell me, why in pain, do you still laugh?

Tell me, why do you still pray to far off skies?

 

I will always love & shall never despise,

I will always smile, upon life´s extra mile,

I will try to be kind, while I have my mind,

I will try to be gentle, in this world so mental,

I will hide pain & laugh, behind life´s silk scarf,

In life on earth, I will always have teardrop eyes.

 

IMPOSSIBLE LOVE:

The songbird looked up to the sky above,

Singing love songs, to the swallow with love,

Oh Swallow, how I want to fly away with you,

But my wings only take me as high as the dew.

 

Swallow swooped low to hear the songbird´s voice,

Oh if only, as a swallow, I could have that choice,

My dear songbird, how I want to get closer to you,

But my wings only permit me, to stay up in sky blue.

 

The swallow fell in love with the songbird´s singing,

And songbird, enamoured with swallow´s high winging,

So they met between the morn´s dew & heaven above,

Waltzing in separation, their impossible winged love.

FEAR:

Put that dirty life down child,

You don´t know where on earth it´s been,

You´re being watched from corners child,

All you do & say, by them, is always seen.

 

Don´t do this, nor that child,

It´s wrong, it´s dirty & it is an awful sin,

And God is waiting from above child,

You  don´t want the devil, to surely win.

 

You must kneel & repent child,

If you are not wanting to go to his hell,

It´ll be better if you listen to them all child,

If not, no matter what you do, won´t go well.

 

Do not fret, fear, nor worry child,

God is ever good & Satan is not around,

Worry not, you´ll always be protected child,

The fear they instill child, is totally unfound.

BIRTH OF PERFECTION:

She was conceived in poetry & written words,

She was created in song & in great Arias sung,

She was nurtured in music of orchestra &choirs,

She grew from painting hand & palette of hues,

She was embroidered in silk & in delicate stitch.

 

She was the ode, the sonnet & the verse of love,

She was the anthem, hymn, the Gregorian chant,

She was the violin, the drum & sweet plucked harp,

She was the masterpiece painted upon chapel dome,

She was the raiment of velvet, far too fine to attire.

 

She was merely perfection, within all called beauty,

She was the balm & calm, within this troubled world,

She was the expression, of all that´s of anything worth,

She was to all mankind, all he searches & daily seeks,

She was, is & always will be, perfection within his soul.

 

SEARCHING FOR GOD:

I will not find God, upon a high mountain top,

Not even while travelling, until I´m fit to drop,

I´ll not find God, upon the crest of sea´s wave,

And not within my vault, no matter how I save.

 

God´s not to be found, in any temple or church,

Not in forest grove, no matter where I search,

God´s not to be found, in petal, bloom or tree,

Not in tripping over fields & thinking I am free.

 

God´s not to be found, in the moon, stars or sun,

Not even while I´m laughing, pretending it is fun,

Our God is to be found, in the learning how to be,

God is in everything, & all that´s deep within me.

HOUSEWIFE:

As I fold away neatly, your crisp cotton sheets,

Tucking my thoughts away, in soft quiet pleats,

Your house I dust clean & your floors I do mop,

As from pails of my eyes, my tears roll & drop.

 

With soapy warm suds, I wash dirty used dishes,

Within coloured bubbles, drift away all my wishes,

Daily, I wash, clean & iron, your worn soiled clothes,

While upon washing-line, my ambition, away blows.

 

The plans, dreams & schemes I once, long ago made,

All disappeared, within the painful birthing of babes,

And all the while, I was searching, seeking & looking,

Lost schemes melted, in the daily steam of my cooking.

 

Every day, through the years, that I cared & I cleaned,

Keeping your house in order, till it shone & it gleamed,

You ask me softly now, why I stay & to what is it due?

And I answer by saying, “It´s simply because I love you”.

 

WINDS OF CHANGE:

So icy, those winds of change

That wallows within my wishing

Echoing in the hollows of my mind

Whispering along olden pathways

Of my old & ancient remembering

Caressing with unrequited loving

Hardened corners of my memories

Leaving old sharp icicles snapping

Within dark cauldron of my heart.

DREAMERS AND BELIEVERS:

Go forth my son & be a dreamer & believer,

Believe in your dreams & dream your beliefs,

So go my son, you´re your life´s own retriever,

Don´t allow destiny into the hands of thieves.

 

Go forth my son & dream your own fateful fate,

Believe in the truth & she´ll show you her face,

Block your ears, to the jealous words of all hate,

Go forward, step by step & know it´s your place.

 

Go forth my son & believe all that´s impossible,

And in kindness, make this hard old world rattle,

Go now in love, in good & dream all that is possible,

Within your dreams, believe you can win every battle.

 

Go forth my son & make your dreams all come true,

In whatever you believe & wherever you may wander,

Heed those whispers in your soul, in all that you do,

Believe in your dreams, as dreams are not squandered.

                                                                                             

 

 

 

 

CHRISTMAS PRAYER:

Let´s replace our aisles of stores, to Holy church,

His name upon our tongues, we´ll not besmirch,

We pray for renewed faith & lost honoured trust,

And for the starving & hungry, a mere small crust,

We ask for help, for all those, in cold gutters, lying,

For those being birthed & for all those, now dying,

Help for those in illness & sorry war ripped zones,

For the ones unloved & for the many without homes,

For the abandoned by society, & those, so sadly ailing,

Oh please help us Lord, in our tragic & human failing,

Please Lord; show us how to lend our helping hands,

Help us to understand all those, from far foreign lands,

How to respect our all our neighbours & also ourselves,

How to curb our Xmas greed, from feasting shop shelves,

Please enlighten mankind, that we´re really all the same,

Every living creature upon this earth, by any given name,

And that we are not superior, & we are never the best,

Show us dear Lord that we are merely, like all the rest.

Amen.