wind swirls gustingly
rain is dumped in torrents
clouds peer in blackly
sound and light show off
but three of us inside
mum, dad, son, so cosy
everything life can provide
here and now with family
Funny the pressures we put on love
hurt and pain from missed expectations
love is laughter, joy, freedom
we are not things or possessions
when water boils steam wafts and spreads
so is love as nature intended
when seeds fall, takes root, embeds
the earth blossoms, is reinvented
1)
Magic cloak it seems I’ve not
no wand or disappearing act
I burn in head lights love forgot
reeling from your impact
(2)
here and now and waiting for you
guard down, defences cracked
in leaden box and cleaved in two
only you can can put me back
(1)
the road we walk will travel on
and the stops that we take will show us times
of long forgotten memories
left in baskets floating in the sun
thru reeds and rushes growing in
the wake of the path our tear drops fell
red velvet rose twines next to white suede
lily of the valley scents the air
perfumes anoint the garden glade
while queen of the night does her share
Cigar shaped entity
that entered and exited
our solar system
are you in fact
an artifact
from another galaxy
equality, secularism, democracy
are being eradicated by our government.
you, the majority religion, are silent.
worse still, you claim the sins of
christian crusaders and colonials
justifies my persecution in the present.
workers in a factory
once came to fisticuffs
over of all things! coffee:
accidental exchange of mugs.
ideals and ideas
freedom and fears
atheists and believers
polarised and diverse
never was one so well named
for his chivalry so universally famed
he spreads caring communication
his poems are educational
Happy Birthday Cheval
you’re inspirational!
hands on hips he stands and glares
man-spreading... and challenges
anyone who speaks up and dares
to question his unearned privileges
Good night my baby Joshua
angels watch over you
your mom and daddy love you so
and the whole world too
We’ve survived some tough years and so many precious times
we’ve lived through all the tears and so much meeting of the minds
you were my rock and I your shoulder to cry on
we had each others’ backs, we made each other strong
I walk these roads
these old familiar avenues
but they leave me cold
like melodies sung out of tune
I wish that I could feel
something else again
but they won’t come back to me
my memories are gone
(1)
continents and culture’s ridges
who knows why we’re in this place
soaring glass towers and snaking bridges
we’ve crossed over time and space
Mangkhut’s rage has passed at last
seemed like it would never end
tossed us around without a touch
uprooted trees, left much to mend
As the year draws to a close
we seek out those we love the most
to hold, to wish, to celebrate
to thank the Lord for making it great
There’s a sign on the bedside table
“Fresh Linens” it boldly claims
change the sheets and pillow cases
fresh linens, no more stains
her life is full of changing linen
her hope’s an everlasting flame
but all she has are laundered sheets
she looks around, no one to blame