Posted in Family- Memories, Grandad, Poetry

Ode to Grandad

Granddad isn’t doing much these days, he rarely does a thing
He seems unlike his old self, quiet, maybe Reminiscing.

I hope he’s gently rocking peaceful  in an old chair by the fire
he’s probably climbing mountains or recalling old desire

He’s been and done most everything and everywhere, and how.
hope he’s happy and contented to be re-living it all now.

He might be on a troopship, battling a crazy storm
could be fighting game fish on Queensland’s Capricorn.

Nothing that he ever did was ‘one time event that passed ‘
while legs get  frail and pulse is week. His memories have last.

He told me once not long ago. ‘My memories on its knees
I still recall Just everything. .  just not where I left my keys.

Posted in marriage, Poetry

Marriage

Getting married is like buying a shiny brand new car
you can floor the throttle pedal, spin the wheels,
Polish it, or buff it up, feel like a movie star.
We can even let the top down, whatever dream appeals.

marriage

The whining from the gearbox, never evident when new
with batteries that spark it into life each time with extra surge
It is exiting just to know it’s there, even when its out of view
This brand new acquisition excites and thrills each urge.

But time removes the sheen, and the speedo‘s, winding on
the constant clunk of changing gears, the heater fails to work
New models in the showroom, ‘Oooh that one looks like fun’
The old one to the garage, placed with the gears in “park”

Posted in Owl, Poetry

Highly Intelligent

I.Q.

Said the wisest of all creatures and cleverness the owl
“I am invented some new colors that none of you can see.”.
The rabbit asked “does it look quite pretty? … can we see it now.?”
“I doubt it very much”, said Owl  “your not intelligent like me“.

The Owl preened out his feathers and proudly puffed his chest.
with Rabbit, looking at intelligence upon the highest limb.
“Tell me lowly Rabbit, what it is you see, when looking at the best”
“I see a crazy bird, who doesn’t understand a single bloody thing”.

 

Posted in Chance, Poetry

Lost Chance

last chance

I heard it said that “Henry, never had a chance.”
So I pondered where it went.
Did it simply fade into the distance?
Then, how does one prevent
The hopelessness of circumstance
and loss without intent.
Sometimes it’s gone,  without a second Glance.

Posted in nowhere, Poetry

I’m pointing myself nowhere

It is easier following footsteps when the toe prints at the front
Unless you’re quite adept at going backwards,  but I’m not
Backward facing footprints always head to where they’ve been
I could have even traveled there. . . Maybe I  just forgot .

nowhere

I doubt that I will ever pace a path that’s not been trod before
and If ever get there I will surely be surprised.
I might just take a pile of wood and tools to build a door
Then lock the thing behind me. Locked in my own demise.

But knowing how I travel I will probably lose the key
And lock myself in somewhere nobody else will ever go.
Then maybe I will realize the stupidity that’s me.
And likely loose myself to death, and no one else will know.

Bugger Bugger everything, I am staying on the Highway
I have never known quite where I am, plus I’m regularly Lost
I’m better suited more to never  doing things my own way
I’m a go in circles type of guy but I can’t afford the cost.

Posted in Family- Memories, Love, Poetry

Memory of my Mother.

When we met or talked or touched
I always  I felt the Blue
For there are many colours. .  I felt them all in you.

rainbow

 I have touched the yellow, I have held the green
And I have felt the pain of white
When your colours were not   seen

When once I knew your rainbow, I fondly  grasped the red
I fully owned  your colours
and all my pains were dead .

 

Posted in clarity, Poetry

Truth Bewilders me

You can tell me what you like. I rarely give it value
Information I think, needs to float around my head.
Quick acceptance seems to me immature or callow
I just assign the words I hear quite simply “what you said”.

confused

It is not that I’m distrusting, Especially of you
But sometimes I need back up, evidence
Confirming all I hear or “what you said” is true.
If I look at you bewildered, then tell me “what makes sense”.

 Key (truth evolves)

 

 

Posted in Aliens, Evolving, Poetry

Aliens on Earth

I do believed in Aliens a fact I can’t resist
I truly have encountered them,alien2
have proof that they exist.
I meet them now and then.

They are from a different planet
Strange world I’ve never dreamed
I don’t know if their harmless and it
scares me . . . Close to screams .

Identifying aliens, as tricky it might seem
Simply put, these creatures look like us
a few years past . The way we used to ‘been.’
They will inherit all there is.    No point to make a fuss.

 

Key ( Our Children will take over the world)

Posted in Love, Poetry

A Definition of Love

 loveA definition of love

Think of peoples minds containing ice cubes in a bucket.
in every little ice cube a tiny block of wisdom
The bucket is intelligence and with any luck it
Is keeping all the silly parts of mind, fully locked in reason.
Love is just a roasting oven, one proven way to fuck it.
Is melting down whole damn show. It’s most akin to treason.