Alfie Poems | Examples

Yester-me Yester-You Yesterday

As, A Place in the sun, Village Ghetto Land
Pastime paradise, Land of La La,
Master Blaster, Alfie, Living for the city,
and Part time lover, Faith, 
Another star, With a child’s heart, 
Used to be, Just good friends
with You and I, 
Frankie and Johnny, 
Superwoman and Black Man, 
Ebony and Ivory,
My Cherie Amour, You are the sunshine of my life,
For once in my life, Golden Lady,
My world is empty without you
Until you come back to me
Outside my window, I’m wondering
How come, how long,
Never dreamt you’d leave in summer
My Love, I don’t know why,
Lately, I wish,
You haven’t done nothin’,
If you really love me,
I believe, 
We can work it out.

What’s It All About Alfie?

Arrows, what are they good for?
In an embodied dungeon very near to
my molested liver
arrows pile up, bundles of barbs,
each one a love letter
that missed its mark.
Some older ones
still drip an attenuated poison 
from their blunted tips.
Yes, love can be cruel
but it is rarely accurate.
It lives only to maim you
until you know how to live
with yet deeper wounds,
those piercing near misses
lodged between heart
and hope.

Charmed

Oh, please, tell me please-
The name of the lovely lass.
Her charming smile,-
Angelic face and brown eyes,-
Captured my heart in a flash.

I was enchanted-
In a twinkling of an eye.
I was attracted-
When I sensed her concoction;
Enthralled by her magic potion.

Oh please, I’m begging-
You to tell me where she lives.
So I could send-
Her roses and chocolates.
Oh, please Alfie, tell me please!

Alone Not Lonely

Charlie is awkwardly social.
He lives his life on a cycle.
He sometimes meets buddies,
He likes to work on his studies,
Charlie is awkwardly social.

Alfie is cheery and popular,
He’s considered rather jocular
He often meets friends,
Hoping the night never ends.
Alfie is cheery and popular.

Charlie is quiet and neat.
He spends little time on his feet.
He enjoys his time,
Reading little rhymes.
Charlie is quiet and neat.

Alfie is loud and sparky.
He constantly likes to party.
Fleeting convos with mates,
Going home to one plate.
Alfie is loud and sparky.

Charlie has 3 close friends.
Meetings always extend.
He prefers being alone,
He finds people can drone,
Charlie has 3 close friends.

Alfie has hundreds of pals.
Most of them act like cows.
He goes home,
Rarely alone, yet,
Alfie is lonely.

Sydney

There we were - Alf and I - Pharaohs,
surveying those white pyramids -
Nests of ibis - ovulating - 
Opera.

Across the bridge we danced,
Swaying o'er the waves below - 
Spectred lovers on a phantom ship -
Drifting snug into port - oh, so were we.

Yes, There we were - Alf, you - left me,
As you cantered away on your white steed.

I'm diverting - like a white capped copper 
By the Circular Quay - away -
From Darling Harbour - rolling -
Onto the Rocks.

Yet, in Neutral Bay,
I - last - heard you say,
You'd be selling me down
At King's Cross.

So bye - my Alfie - it's over -
Just city lights and squalor - for me -
With whisky and history - this old bag lady
Stares dreamily over the sea.

The ancestral shackles I feel - loosening,
Pushed out - by the will to be free.

morning

Morning

Slumbering in the shallow of sleep
where memories of movies are seen
The shift of the pebbles
nibbled by tiny crabs
senses of songs
“ What was is all about Alfie?”
Repeat itself 
saddened by life's  vagary 
Dreams like oil slicks on the surface
of water-polluted thoughts
thrown into the tidal sand 
Sinking into Hypnos's arms
wake, when birds sing
the blue hope

A Lonely Place of Desired Remoteness

I have created for myself
a lonely place of despised remoteness;
many pictures I've taken off my shelf,
running away from humankind,
always refusing to settle down,
leaving no traces of my travels...
my identity remains unknown:
thinking I won't be found!

I have taken my retriever Alfie,
my suitcase and a few books;
soon new horizons to discover,
new faces to greet without doubts,  
looking out for menacing glances. 
and forward I go sensing dangers,
seeking a hut shaded by a huge tree,
hearing the bubbling water of a river!

What It's All About

I did not expect
to sing
"What's It All About,
Alfie?"
with as much embarrassing 60s passion
as I did
in my urgent
pre-traumatic midlife
self-critical 30s.

I thought, 
by now,
I would resiliently remain swimming,
singing while dancing,
swirling in abundant win/win
economic ecologies
of deep polycultural meaning
and wide multigenerational 
bipartisan wisdom

And not so much stomping
and storming
to merely win/lose survive
each anthro-supremacist competition
against MotherEarth

RightBrain disenabling
openly defying golden eco-democratic health 
systemic win/win game
optimization rules

Because of LeftBrain supremacist confusion
about what MeWe bicameral balance
is all co-passionately about

EarthTribe secular LeftBrain health
is also RightBrain divinely endowed 
safe anthro-wealth

Panentheistically felt
indigenously green cooperative
ecotherapeutic WholeEarth 
neurosystemic wisdom

CoInvested communion,
reconnecting,
Earth healing
anthro-compassionate
resonant
bicameral
bipartisan resilience

Which seems to be what loving 
enlightened
empowering

Democratic health
of wealth
is all about.

The Mystery

The mystery

The mystery of life is enduring
what is its purpose?
A couple having sex on grandfather´s sofa
while he is out milking his two cows.
The consequences of this brief union
was far from the couple´s mind.
So, I ask again, what is life´s purpose?
Was there a plan behind it?
Winning the toughed race and be born?
Or was it only a happendash?
Something a spur of the moment encounter
Was the newborn destined to become great?
And leave behind the immensity of the human mind
So, the individual could understand its meaning
“what was it all for, Alfie?”
The devil had a good day bringing forth another loser
doomed to the lowest rung of the ladder
and bring the idiot´s genes further down the abyss.

August Evening

A waste of time

 I have been so busy writing 
that I have not had time to write.
Ploughing meagre soil
the harvest not enough to feed my heart.
A mountain of words that tell nothing
more than a wall to hide behind.
“what was it all about Alfie?”
 A question that has no answer.
My August casts long shadows
and the famine continues.

Today I Learn To Be a Widow - Lesson 5

lesson five

meals won’t be fun
alone
the clock will ring noon
i’ll hear myself say
o no, not again ~
then it will ring six
with the echo of 
o no, not again ~

of course
dinner time might be
a little more encouraging
with a glass of wine
but i’ll have to make an effort
to remember to still eat something

i’ll be reminded of times
even when work was cleared to one corner
setting up the table for a tête-à-tête
being always romantic and intimate
but it will never be the same
i’ll forever miss the chatting over dinner
the winding down of us being together

needing to build new rituals around meals
reminds me of the widow who would set her best china 
placing her framed photo of Alfie every evening just so
candles lit and ever gracefully pouring her glass of wine
before proceeding to dine with her Alfie ... 
right at this moment that doesn't sound so crazy at all
it may be worth trying variations until something works



Published in my 24-page photo/anthology book ~TODAY I LEARN TO BE A WIDOW~ 2020

AP: 1st place 2021

Posted on December 16, 2020

If Only I Could Hibernate

If only I could hibernate
To awaken in the spring
To see sweet swathes of snowdrops
A welcome sign as spring begins
With daffodils and hyacinths
And tulips on their way
And pretty blue forget me nots
In gentle breeze shall dance and sway
The sun she rises higher in the cloudless bluest sky
Great feelings of expectation with every passing day

If only I could hibernate
Just like my tortoise Alfred the Great
For Alfie has the best idea
Snuggling down this time of year
Tummy full
And time to sleep
Not missing winter chills
Or other seasonal ills

I will awaken to spring sunshine
When all around is sparkling
Birdsong t'will infuse the air
There will be green shoots everywhere
Melodious love songs birds shall sing
To celebrate first day of spring

So now as I retire to bed
Snuggling ‘neath my duvet
Time for me to hibernate
And sleep until that special date
When sunshine takes the chill away
I’ll open up my eyes and say
hip hip hurray ~ it's spring today
‘tis time for me to celebrate 
my happy springtime birthday date


Written 14th November 2020

Tired Moringa

tired morning


This morning a song from a film 
filtered through my mind “what was it all for Alfie.”
I had no choice but being born, played no part of the proceeding
but had to bear the brunt of the aftermath.
The emptiness of poverty, the view of the sunlight from an opposite wall
in a back yard.
The dread of the midnight flight, bare rooms, linoleum floor doomed to endless boredom, no expectation of a blue sky day.
We, children, played in the street a window broke, they, the boys, disappeared
so quickly I was left holding a ball that wasn't mine
the policeman was so tall, my denial was a tearful whisper my mother
had to pay, and she slapped my face. Yet there was a moment of happiness green grass and animals that I had to forego.
What is life for?
­

He Lied

The pipe dream that the fat man had
He lied and lied and lied
And some were still surprised
The damn truth wasn't in him
Call me Thomas if you like
For no doubt I had my doubts
And he had such clout
With the higher ups at the
Awful place
And he so loved to invade my space
To watch me fall from Heaven's grace
For no soul did the ******* have at all
no *****, no zeal, no common appeal
And damn he was ugly
Ginger would say assymetrical
And the charge with my soulmate was electrical
I placed him on my bucket list
For oh so long he made me wait
But I did not mind
For his love was quite my kind
And he was the one King James
Wrote about in the book of love
My turtle dove
My little canary
And I just knew 
He loved me too
So I wait to this day
And I hope and pray
that god hears me
And sends to me
My Alfie...

From the Sticks

They came from all over - Manchester, Derby
and. Connemara - icons, O'Toole, Bates and Finney,
who would believe the power of future stars,
although they spent their time fighting in bars.

RADA was a dream, a long way from country,
Reed and Marvin muscled in with Shaw and Connery,
Caine gave a sleepy-eyed look for mystery,
while Mitchum was instructed in English history.

Imagine King Henry sending 'Alfie' to the tower,
whilst Connery, Reed and Bates began to cower,
although the former pair wrestled in front of a fire,
If you didn't enjoy 'Women In Love,' you were a liar.

When Reed had his nose in a variety of *****,
O'Toole was enthralling us as Lawrence of Arabia.

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