I shant be long

The swamp lies still beneath the moon
Cicadas whirr incessantly
the bull frogs add bass to the tune.
Natures night time symphony.

I walk the paths we used to walk.
Together always hand in hand
recalling how we used to talk.
The children do not understand

my need to walk alone at night.
Where I can feel your presence near
It has become a sacred rite
a ritual that I hold dear
..
Whilst I wait impatiently
to join you where you wait for me.

28-Mar-08

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Nightly Routine

The wind has dropped the air is still
With just a hint of autumn chill.
A scent of dampness fills the air.
My little dog and I don't care.
It is the highlight of his day
And he enjoys it come what may.
Rain hail or snow he has to go.
Although I think he seems to know.
My joints are stiff I can't walk far
We stick to our familiar
Short stroll about the neighbourhood
I'd take him further if I could.
My aching joints preventing me.
Restricting my mobility.

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Selective Recall.

An elephant never forgets
The things he's done which he regrets.
He cannot edit memories
which human beings do with ease
This is a burden he must bear
increasing slowly year by year.
His past mistakes accumulate
and he is weighed down by their weight.
But human beings can erase
all memories of their younger days
By wiping out the evidence
they can protest their innocence.
I'm glad I'm not an elephant
and can block out what I don't want.

20-Oct-07

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Invisible Handicap.

My ears don't work efficiently
But nature always compensates
It is with confidence I state
I can still read quite easily
The test card to the bottom line.
When mu optician tests my eyes
His verdict comes as no surprise.
He tells me that my eyes are fine
My eyes can supplement my ears.
I lip read automatically
Because I know that I can see
A great deal better than I hear
As long as I can see clearly.
My deafness will not hamper me.

Tuesday,17 April 2012

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Frustration

I would that I could ever be.
Allowed to worship thy beauty.
but thou hast little time for men
now past their three score years and ten.
But old men still dream young men’s dreams.
So when I sleep it truly seems
thou wouldst accept me as a swain
for I am young and strong again.
I wot that in reality
such foolish dreams can never be.
The secret dreams I dare not share
are but a burden that I bear.
Desire outlives ability
a lesson in humility.

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Pride

My lady likes but does not need
to deck herself with jewellery.
I do not argue I concede
that she is wiser far than me.
Her gew gaws complement her clothes
attracting envious glances
from other ladies. I suppose
that in some manner this enhances.
The pride I feel escorting her
when we have donned our finery
When we are dining out somewhere.
Quite how she does it baffles me.
I only know I’m filled with pride
to have my lady by my side.

12-Mar-08

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Sexual discrimination for the Ladies

Most women are content to be
to men a total mystery
Their thought processes baffle us
we find their thinking curious.
Men think in a straight forward way,
the answer must be yea or nay
But women don’t they intuit
most often rightly I admit.
It is not true that men are fools.
We don’t attempt to learn the rules.
because you’d change them right away.
There’s little more that I can say
We love you unconditionally.
That is the way it has to be.

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Free Flight for Friend Thad

To celebrate freedom a bird
will soar on high triumphantly
Ensuring that it will be heard
singing in freedom joyfully.
Freed from its cage by accident
the door left open by mistake.
Turned loose to make its first ascent.
Alas the last that it will make.
Because it is so different
the wild birds will attack on sight
to kill this stranger their intent
Without remorse as they think right
The song bird dies a tragedy
but better than captivity.

2-Mar-08

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Temporarily For M lady Tara

The morning mist is hovering
above the lake in veils of white
The beauty it is covering
will soon be revealed by sunlight
The newly risen sun climbs high
and will attain full majesty
The morning mist cannot defy
the sun’s supreme authority.
The scene takes on a clarity
the colours showing clean and bright
The quiet waters easily
reflecting back the strong sunlight.
Mists will return to hide the view
when twilight falls. They always do.

1-Apr-08

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Mary Harriet

An empty room, an empty chair.
Recall to me the occupant
although she is no longer there.
In my minds eyes I see my aunt.
The family historian.
She knew much more than she would tell.
Knew when to speak when to abstain.
She kept the family secrets well.
I used to love to visit her
and listen to the tales she told
of her young days and how thing were
. In those far distant days of old.
Now she is gone, she was the last
who knew the secrets of the past.

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