hAaapy dAze

 English seaside, is England’s breeze side

Sunshine ice cream big beach , views wide.

Kite flys, (sometimes)

Spades and buckets, gobstoppers suck it

Harbour wall, seagulls call

Fish and chips, grandma sits

 kids run about scream and shout

Wrapped in shawl, cod for all.

1960s digging holes , in the sand don’t feel cold

Great big waves, great big Dave

Boiled egg lunch not my fave,

Sandy blankets, homeward bound is all the rage

Seas still cold, but some are bold

Now waist deep will make you screech

In the distance great big ship.

Aunts will always take dip.

See the dogs race down the sand

Jump for joy balls thrown from hand

Exhausted now they’re all in bed

With seaside dreams inside their heads

30/05/2021.  22:35-22:51

Beeenz

Life is like a plate of beans

Sometimes saucy, sometimes mean

They’re often hot and always tasty

And even warm they make you hasty

Soak them up with nice warm bread

And let them get inside your head

Once bean eaten you feel well fed

But take care if eaten in your bed

Some say they eat them cold

But personally , so I’ve been told,

That consumed like this though still nutritious 

I think that way they’re not delicious .

Beans are always best when hot

A steaming sea straight from the pot

Re heat them though, they’re not the same

Coagulated beans are shame!

But as you eat them think of this

Hot or cold they’re like a kiss

Comforting , familiar taste

But not so good upon the waist 

26/05/2021  22.15- 22.25

bEst FRi. End

 Big brown eyes

A faithful lick a wagging tale 

A playful flick that never fails

Stuck like glue through thick and thin

They’re always there to help you win

A furry friend who questions not

The command you give to make her stop.

A chase around with stick and ball 

In the kitchen in the hall

Up the stairs and on the bed 

In the garden, in the shed

Mad days sad days , always there

To answer  questions and answer  prayers 

A visit short but like a book

always remember her deep soul look

Time to go  she breaks your heart 

But leaves with memories that can’t depart

Sails to the stars and leaves you bereft 

That’s Flo for you the day she left.

GiraaaaaFfE LaaaauGH

 A book of poems on the shelf

That cannot open by itself

But needs a hand to turn the page 

And read words from another age

It’s been sitting there for years

It stands alone amongst its peers

 It’s words forgotten as time marched on

It’s readers some now past and gone

I dare reach and pull it out

The well worn spine cracks with a shout

It now falls open at a page

That’s waited patiently to take the stage

The words are read with tearful eyes

As memory clouds like darken skies

And then my eyes light up the path 

Mr giraffe still makes me laugh 

01/05/2021

ThE PaSs I oN

 Setting suns gently sink into the night 

They leave the world without a light.

To rise again in every dawn with reds that grace the sky each morn.

To caress the world with gentle rays that dance amongst the meadow maze

It warms the earth with gentle care to bring us life that we can share

As I to gaze up into space

The suns warm hands caress my face

And soft soft breezes wipe my brow

I can hear you near me now.

My eyes now closed to feel your touch 

Those soft soft hands I miss so much

Your scent now makes my senses race 

I feel you now beside my face

A quiet whisper wakes the heart 

As lips  close to me now part

 kiss my cheek like lapping waves

Upon the shoreline of my days,

You like the sun go round and round

To bring me dusk and dawns not found

To greet my  eyes with shafts of light

That forever make my life so bright.

19/03/2021 00.05- 00..25

BlAaaCK AnD Why -te?

 Turn around snap a shot

 Catch a smile to be forgot

Suspended now in time forever

Staring from the page together

Looking in or looking out

Not knowing then what’s life’s about

A moment frozen in the frame

For future eyes to play a game

Who is the man who is the girl

What did they do what did unfurl

Did they have kids? Are they still here?

Did she smoke ? did he drink beer?

Whose is the house the background frames

When they were kids did they play games

Or are they strangers in the hour

Caught by accident  in a shower.

Debate will rage for year on year

Who they are and can they hear

But look upon the back now faint 

Their names revealed like long gone saints.

But even then all we have 

two names on a grubby photograph 

To keep us guessing all our lives

Repeat the snap for future eyes.

But looking in you realise 

The boy in there he has your eyes

He has a smile that’s now long gone

The hand that holds the frame is done.

The photograph it captures souls 

It bores its eyes like laser holes

It plays a tune of a past dance

And leaves the viewer in a trance.

FAail. InG aGAaiN

A soldier in a muddy trench 

We watch the film but not the stench

Of comrades drenched in young red blood

That fall unknown in putrid mud

The shells thud is constant measure

Young lives slip as buried treasure

To the earth they disappear 

Leave  sweet hearts in daily fear,

Move on now just a hundred years

And loved ones still are shedding tears

For family that is torn to shreds

While bombs and bullets rain on their heads

But now the foe has changed somewhat 

From expansionistic idiot clots

To sides that are both right and wrong

With different tunes to religious song

As God looks down in true despair 

His children claw and  spit and tear

He gave them home for all to thrive

But split asunder  they connive

Continuing the endless strife

Not heeding cost not heeding  life

To teach the children hate not love

To teach continuously there is no dove

No answer to the different story

They all will die in so called glory

Please talk and stop the madness mind

For Gods sake and for human kind

16/05/2021 20:15- 2042