Two to Tango!

August 31, 2018 at 8:18 pm (Poems) (, , , , , )

With grace we’ll be around next year

Sipping Cali Majito

We’ll put on woven hats of straw

And do the Boston Tango.

We made our lives up very well

I’m happy as a mango

Your sparkly eyes are quite a prize

They’re just like Marlon Brando’s.

I never wanted very much

I thought I’d won the lotto

When you came by and took my eye

My heart it was besotto

And our romance is one long dance

Beacause we have this motto:

Leave me alone and I’ll come home

Coz I know what I’ve gotto!

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Care

April 26, 2018 at 5:46 pm (Poems) (, , , )

Caring means something felt
And then something done
Remembering when someone cared for us
Empathising even when it is difficult.

Gained trust is a gift received
Inspite of hardship
Very often the only thing left
Irreplaceable and precious
None of us are perfect, but
Give heartily and know you are loved.

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Sunset

March 19, 2018 at 10:05 pm (Poems) (, , , , , )

If you are a sunset
I’ll stand by my easel
Watching in wonder
as you paint the air.

If you are a rainbow
I’ll follow your glory
Skip with your silken thread
Dance in your hair.

If you are the moonlight
I’ll whisper your pathway
Howl to your melody
Bow to your prayer.

If you are my mentor
My sweetheart, my friend
I’ll know that true beauty
is your tender care.

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Christmas Homecoming

December 5, 2017 at 9:54 pm (Uncategorized) (, , , , )

I reached here earlier today,
lit our fire to guide you homeward,
I built it bright and warmly wait
The return of your footfall.

Amongst Christmas preparations
In the twilight of a year
We’ll kiss beneath the mistletoe wreath
Hang holly in the hall.

This Christmas birth, twelve days of love
One tree, one Angel dear
Our family’s arms, our human forms
One day when heaven calls.

Come in, come on, come Christmas,
How sweet the choir draws near,
How we’ll embrace and feel the grace
And learn to love us all.

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Computing

October 18, 2017 at 7:39 am (Uncategorized) (, , , , , )

Spent a day trying to understand why printer won’t talk to laptop – why laptop won’t even look at printer.

Spent a day delving into computer registers, enabling and disabling policies, downloading drivers.

Spent a day digging deep, persevering, threatening and cajoling.

That was yesterday. Today I am spending with my beautiful son – just loving.

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Today

September 21, 2016 at 6:34 pm (Poems) (, , , )

There’s a wasp between my fingers
and a bee behind one ear,
Two slugs above my eyelids
and a bird’s nest in my hair.

My body is a tree trunk
my mind a crooked path,
My life juice is a river
my feelings are a raft.

Fulfilling earth’s intention –
imperfect and impure,
with love as my redemption,
intuition at my core.

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Take Social Care

June 5, 2015 at 9:15 pm (Poems) (, , , , , , , , )

An angel spoke to me one night
when I sat in my youth
he told me I should be aware
of one unerring truth:

That like or not the time will come
when I will need a hand
to guide me through my daily life
– not quite what I had planned.

He bade me think, this angel fair
of loving volunteers
and low paid carers struggling
to tend my ageing years.

What will I want when I am old?
An elephant that rages
because we locked the cupboard door
and wouldn’t pay her wages?

Am I so sure I will not yearn
for love’s sustaining patience
when I am old and on my own
with similar relations?

Why do we lend so little heed
to those who hold our future?
For I’ll receive what I beget –
if I forget to nurture.

“So pay the carers what you will,”
the angel said, “be certain
that you will want the gentlest hand
to close your final curtain.

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For the Love of Jack

March 24, 2015 at 12:32 am (Poems) (, , , , , )

Remember our Jack, who picked up his beans
and walked away from those who sought
to exploit his fear and vulnerability?

Remember how he walked away
from agencies who smelt
an egg of gold?

Our Jack didn’t give a bean
for banks who showed no interest
for as long as he had –
Jack squat.

No, our Jack put his beans
in a medium sized hole
he dug with his own hands
in a good old river bank,
and his care for those beans
never altered.

Even when they laughed at him
and took his shoes
and told him he was trespassing
upon their mean old patch of land
his love light never faltered.

So our Jack sat down on his jacksy,
and watched his beanstalk fare,
and now our Jack’s beans are plenty
for all kind folk to share.

But for the love of Jack we’re hungry,
and the giants have their way,
But for the love of Jack we’re broken,
Take your beans and walk away.

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Lest

February 28, 2015 at 5:51 pm (Poems) (, , , , , )

There is no gap between the dark and light
No break of day, no falling of the night
Our hearts may ache but fingers still entwine
Your share of misplaced blame lies next to mine
There is no way to say a last goodbye
Though worlds apart, I feel it when you cry
Should mindless spin rotate the human race
Away from common problems we all face
We’ll split the cost no matter where we stand
Our imprint is co-authored on this land
Remember how I whisper in your ear
That love will always hold the hand of fear.

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Gifts

December 25, 2013 at 9:37 pm (philosophy, Poems, poetry, sociology, Stories) (, , , )

On the table, in the pudding,
in each glass you fill and lift,
in the faces of your loved ones,
may you find two special gifts.

Underneath the pretty wrapping,
hung with baubles on the tree,
mistletoed and decked with holly,
hope is boundless, love is free.

Wishing you a warm hug Christmas,
peace and kindness real and true,
may past and present friends and family
raise your spirits – Here’s to you!

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