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I Am Waiting To See

I cry at what I cannot see

But don’t worry too much

That’s just me

I am soft of heart

I am tender of soul

I smile while I cry

The world’s reflection, crying within me

That’s just me, asking why

There’s the earth beneath my feet

There’s the sky above my eyes

Eyes that see rain fall on the trees

Creating life, like my backyard bees

Feet that feel, sand between my toes

Travelling to where my life must go

Rocking Shoes

I’m not using grand-dad’s rocking chair yet

I’ve a pair of rocking shoes instead

Walk the streets of New York in soft treads

No matter, I’ll always have this pain in my head

As long as I don’t fall in the gutter

And left there, to crawl and stutter

I’ve sites to view through my shutter

Cafe’s to visit, eating cakes, jam and butter

I’ll click my new shoe’s heels

Stroll around, play beside the local seals

Go to Central Park, soar with the eagles

And savour the famous restaurant meals

Heavy And Hollow, The Whitehouse Door

I’m too tired to continue

Carrying this Olympus torch

The flame is not staying alight

Under my sheltering porch

All I want to do

Is watch the birds

And selfishly forget

The hungry and dying herds

My bell has become too hollow

To ring against the war

Too heavy to lift

High above the floor

Too wide to pass

Through the Whitehouse door

Too noisy to tell

Humanity the real score

Soon we’ll all board the Ark

Row away from our shores

Fly our rescue flag aft

Explore the sky with Thor

Listen to the heavens

Hear the peace-bells last encore

Proudly ring the bells that still can ring

Chiming so loud, no-one can ignore

A Crescendo For Peace

Sounds of music, ring in my mind

Our hearts beat, to a slow drum

My soul hears the rhythm of life

I see angels playing a harp’s serenade

In harmony with the royal string quartet

Grand orchestra’s loudly join in

And choirs of the world are singing our song

Together, chiming the peace-bells of our time

Creating a crescendo of music, ringing in my mind

Coastal

A Haiku

Coastal

A strong coastal wind

Blowing sand across bare dunes

Vegetation gone

I’m A Dreamer

Laying here on a hospital bed, life’s not quite right

Today’s window, isn’t in sight

The sun did rise, the day’s alight

Answering the sky, I’m a dreamer of the night

Morning thoughts of the day ahead, within this quiet

I could be in the park, flying my orange kite

Under a cool verandah, riding my silver bike

On the surf beach, cleansing myself of this blight

Soaking in seawater, sunbathing my body beyond white

Reality strikes, I’m here waiting for the next test’s bite

Time And The Sea

There’s wasted time, hours and days gone

My time, between one procedure and the next

Time to explore this healing castle

Time to chat, to eager listener’s

Time to write, about realities and dreams

Time to observe the people’s living within

Time to think about my world’s problems

Time to visualise pictures of tomorrow

I’m not a patient in his bed

I’m free standing and waiting instead

I’m a walking and talking local poet

I’m not allowed to vacate the site

They want me near, to study my plight

They want me here, to secure my bed

They need me near, to look into my mind

They need me here, so I’m easy to find

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Mid-Evening

Now I have come home

After a journey on the deep seas.

The wave was so high,

The saltiness ate everything up.

I drowned in a black hole,

I pulled at the hand of death.

So high, it was so high,

And the moon lighted a path, yes the moon high in the sky,

And the moon lighted a path, yes the moon lighted a path.

So high, so high, wave of the sins, wave of the sins.

Odds And Ends, Christmas Cake Crumbs Everywhere

I hear whispers from afar

Echoing via the great southern star

I have my inner qualms

Amongst today’s tall palms

Do they know how the wind blows

How do they stop the spots that flow

Slow and fast

I’m living my fate

My time will have to wait

Best I not be late

I do have a willing heart

Following the light

The soul knows it’s right

We don’t have to fly too high

Before we’re soaring into the sky

I’ve got my Christmas cake

Sister’s special bake

Crumbs are everywhere

From here to Philadelphia

The Curse. Lyrics.

Agnes Obel

And the people went into their hide, they oh
From the start they didn’t know exactly why, why
Winter came and made it so all look alike, look alike
Underneath the grass would grow, aiming at the sky

It was swift, it was just, another wave of a miracle
But no one, nothing at all would go for the kill
If they called on every soul in the land, on the moon
Only then would they know a blessing in disguise

The curse ruled from the underground down by the shore
And their hope grew with a hunger to live unlike before
The curse ruled from the underground down by the shore
And their hope grew with a hunger to live unlike before

Tell me now of the very souls that look alike, look alike
Do you know the stranglehold covering their eyes?
If I call on every soul in the land, on the moon
Tell me if I’ll ever know a blessing in disguise

The curse ruled from the underground down by the shore
And their hope grew with a hunger to live unlike before
And the curse ruled from the underground down by the shore
And their hope grew with a hunger to live unlike before

Hello Dad

Hello Dad, and happy birthday, you were the most honourable and kindest man of my life. I’ve got a lot live up to Dad, my dear friend.

**By one of my favourite writers, Colleen of, “The Chatter Blog”, a superb piece

Etched In Stone

“When your father’s name is etched in stone

It is never as indelible

As the etching in your heart” — Colleen Faherty Brown

**By one of my favourite musicians, Neil Young, and his song “Old Man”

“Old Man”
“Old man look at my life,
I’m a lot like you were.
Old man look at my life,
I’m a lot like you were.

Old man look at my life,
Twenty four
and there’s so much more
Live alone in a paradise
That makes me think of two.

Love lost, such a cost,
Give me things
that don’t get lost.
Like a coin that won’t get tossed
Rolling home to you.

Old man take a look at my life
I’m a lot like you
I need someone to love me
the whole day through
Ah, one look in my eyes
and you can tell that’s true.

Lullabies, look in your eyes,
Run around the same old town.
Doesn’t mean that much to me
To mean that much to you.

I’ve been first and last
Look at how the time goes past.
But I’m all alone at last.
Rolling home to you.

Old man take a look at my life
I’m a lot like you
I need someone to love me
the whole day through
Ah, one look in my eyes
and you can tell that’s true.

Old man look at my life,
I’m a lot like you were.
Old man look at my life,
I’m a lot like you were.” — Neil Young

Living On A Knife Edge

I’m posting this piece on “Go Dog Go Cafe” as part of there fabulous “Promote Yourself Monday” and a warm thank you to Michelle, for the invite

Fire, fire, there’s raging fires

I need help to stamp out the flames

Burning down the ancient timber bridge

The traveller’s last causeway to the edge

Spanning today’s harsh realities

Carrying life’s dreams and fantasies

Rain, rain, there’s a Noah’s flood

I need help to stall the inundating mud

Fill the sandbags with the smouldering dead bugs

Smother these smelly thoughts of soaking rugs

Filter off the qualms and doubts

Leaving doctor’s drugs and grey-matter handouts

Warning, warning, outside there’s a heatwave

I need help to see through the dusty haze

Turn off the fiery furnace tonight

Close the doors, the fireflies are alight

Open your eyes, and view the glowing sights

Beyond the smoke, and life’s future delights