Sadly
Story
Lionel Derbyshire
And then when Christmas came
I hoped for more
But all I got was an orange
There was a lot more
I hoped for..
The intake for war ended
And Spring came to blend
It's fruit..
The day had it's trials
And the night was long
I saw the orange on the tree
And the orange I pealed
Waiting for a bite
I swallowed hard
The orange went down
My stomach felt filled
And the juice
Went to my eyes
The rind burnt my tongue
And strong I felled.
Another bite I took
The juice ran down
My lips
It tasted sweet or sour
It was a Christmas time
No money was not mine
I was 6 years old.
I only had
A bite of orange
So devine
And wanted more.
I knew Daddy would
Bring more off the war
And then a stranger came
Who became a friend
But told me our Father
Was dead
Pang !
A stab of pain
And on that night
Rolling tears
Put me to asleep
Sadly..
And on that night
Mom hugged me tight
As if I was part of her body.
The lorry driver
Poem
Lionel Derbyshire
He is not at home
He is on an open
Dark wide road
With potholes.
His precious family
His treasure home
Is on his mind.
On his shoulders
Is a long lorry
With everyone's need.
Lorry driver
His restless arm
His calm arm..
With full of hope
He drives a load
Of provisions.
His steering wheel
He grips tightly
As if he is hugging his
Children.
His lorry moans
The mountains up and down
Past midnight
In the storm
His heart trembles
At the sharp bends
His sudor drips
With gratitude
Through the slopes
As he lets
His lorry slowly roll
Into the next town.
The lorry driver
Also has hopes
That his family
Is ok at home
Like you..
You know.
Time
Poem
Lionel Derbyshire
And time so vital
Is do it fluid
Don't clod the flow
Get the going
Going.
Time the eminance
Time the authority
GOD is time ..
One day is a thousand year's to GOD
One thousand year's be one day to GOD.
In HIS time
By HIS time
On HIS time
We spend time
We get free time
We have good times
During our darkest times ...
The sun will keep time
Past regrets are waste of time
This is negative energy and wastage
You lose your profit of time
And will cost you a dime.
And time..
So revere
So sublime
Time devine
For in the confidence of our prayer time and
when we are in re-union with GOD will our prayers be heard.
And GOD will grace healing and comfort..
The very same time.
He is here..
Every-time on time
Once upon a time GOD will grant you HIS fullness
This is called a lifetime.
And time
Can be
So little..
Devotion is good time
Animosity is bad time
Adore GOD
Praise and call on our
LORD JESUS CHRIST
Is time most precious.
Remember
Thank YOU LORD
is your lifetime prayer.
Dying Old
Poem
Lionel Derbyshire
On his end
In His bed
Grandpa said
I'm going to close the doors.
He does not want us to be sad
He said of his ending
Darling.. He said
Cook for me a last lick
Of meat, mash and gravy.
He calls ..
Hello
Slowly He says
Mapenzi Wangu
My Love
I love you
The most fabulous life
A man can ever live
Is to have a joyful wife
He crunches her loyal hand..
You are my queen supreme
You are the princess of my heart
Our life was beautiful together
Our hearts born
Beautiful children like gold
Our grandchildren
Have your eyes
Then eveningtide came
GOD is calling
Me home
Go Darling..
Go see Grace
Grandma says
You are my consort companion
For life..
You crown my head.
You look great
Come say helloo
Now and then
And
He closed his eyes ..
Goodbye
Mapenzi Wangu
My Love
I love you
Softly She whispered
After ..
In a wind
The 70 year old bedroom curtain
Fluttered softly..
To Thief
Poem
Lionel Derbyshire
Thief
His seed is to steal
With his fingers long of sorrow
He will have no regrets tomorrow
Looting and ransacking freely
Escaping plainly and frankly
Everything is now on his back
His sneaky goal is now infamous
He just doesn't control himself
About his habit of stealing ways
His mother will regret him.
The addict who breaks and steals
Released with permission from a court
He will permit to steal again
His stinky hands mess up the house
He stealth's here and there
And activate the alarm
The landlord hears a noise in his house.
Thief is caught with dagger in his hand
His grin is shocked
Unforgiven he is shot dead
Two bullets in the head
To Thief
Do not steal.
PRAY
Poem
Lionel Derbyshire
MY LORD
MY LORD ..
GOD loves you non stop
By day .. By night
In sleep or wake
By walk or carriage
In defence or peace
By stay or wander
In broad daylight
Or in vast night
HE holds you tight
On courage or fright
Hated and disliked
Remember this brace
GOD loves you non stop
Day and night
On trial
Pray away dismay
When trodden down
To fail and founder
In trouble or
In tranquil
When pain is great
Say Psalm 23
Pray
The Lord is my shepherd
GOD loves you non stop.
Pray ..
I in either
Derelict or despair
Pray for me.
O GOD
How wonderful to pray
And say your name
My LORD
My LORD.
Moment's
Poem
Lionel Derbyshire
Children of the dead left behind
Rue and mourn new grief
Looking forwards to nothings
The road ahead is a long walk
Lost on despondent blocks
Bereft raw and fearing worst
They are seated in heartbreak
The times are dolor, the moments agony
They sometimes weep
Down the sad memory lane.
Mother always treated me
Like a soldier
And I always told her
I am just a child
She said be gallant
Now I'll never
Have another mother
Nevermind
There are united moments
Which impulses trust
And desolation dies
Charming moments come
And the aware concert starts
Where rain falls
There is contact
When wind blows
There be touch
Every morning
Is locked with hugs
Their faces appear
The pith of the matter is
They left us alive
For them we never died
Mom sang the hymns
And we survey
Moments.. moments never broken
Heartbreak Her name was Diana.
" Bind us together, Lord
Bind us together
With cords that cannot be broken "
Those moments....
Those come and go
Melting moments
In touching times
Even though
Prince's we were.
Your bones are scattered in a boggy field -
it happens all the time.
Time is your pocket handkerchief,
your shattered wristwatch,
your best evening pants,
all reduced to insect dust.
Hundreds of years later
they discover,
a distant tooth with its crown intact,
later still, a being reports your broken jaw,
unearthed by the sludging rain.
Bit by bit your skull is discovered.
Eventually they have enough of your head
to commence a plaster likeness
of your skull.
Your life is so distantly buried into the past,
that the new beings have to speculate...
some assume you died,
at the hands of an axe wielding foe,
others that you succumbed to a
primitive tooth condition.
None ever guess,
that you flew off your girlfriends Honda,
practicing one last incautious wheelie
on a minor road
in darkest Derbyshire.
Mom
Poem
Lionel Derbyshire
MOM !!
My first shout out loud...
Where is my metal
When i am weak
Where is my coastline
From the deep...
Where is the fountainhead
Of our parenthood
Her heart is never locked
She rubs my ear
When I fear
With vow to love me
In solemn oath.
Where is my flawless
My entire vital wrap
My loyal guardian..
Who makes me golden.
My blanket when
I am cold..
MOM !!
I shout out loud...
Where is my trumpet call
In her shawl
She shouts from the hall
Our pact is unbreakable
In my babyhood of
Sore, cut and bleed
She be my nurse.
The jaundice, fever and the pox
She cure's it all away
Where is my night call
The tissue to my cry
My songster so enjoyable
Who tucks me in with lullabye
And hugs me so tight
As if I was part of her body.
Where is the little
That I know
From the one that brought
Me up to grow
MOM !!
I shout out loud...
Dad you are my food cart
Your place is high
In the house..
But MOM is my
My shout out loud...
First hero in this world
And my first cry out for help
Will always be ..
MOM !
My triumphant call.
Retirement
Poem
Lionel Derbyshire
Stop working now
The boss was hopeless
Gave you no hope
The nine-to-five grind
Is over now
Retirement
Exit, exit excite
Up, up away
Banjo your mango
Man goes
Peddle your medal
On your salad day
Now is not the time
To join the navy
The prospects look good
And plum the perks are
Light up the shadows of your heart
The acceptable goodbyes are gone
Cunning and guile is over now
Your time hath come now
You have been on
The see-saw of redemption
And have seen
The trickery and deceit of
Those coconuts
The valor of the dastard
Made you suffer for your pound
And their illustrations of deception
Their myths of abstractions
In silence you could not reply
But be shut and sulk.
You were brave
Your time is art now
And no more tick tock
Go out with a bang
Before the haunted dark
Peachy life now
Sleeves are down
Your retirement eve
Grow rich, go rich and
Trump up your comfort.
Mind Games
Poem
Lionel Derbyshire
Pack away the day
Lay back lay back
Park..
The mind games
Is coming to play
It is nightime
What mystic awaits
Either horrible goblin
Or merry fairy
Wait the exit wounds
Here comes the game's
To mock and bother
And the mind
Beguiles you as bait
The stay awake
Without sedation
The play begins with
Hallucinating images
Of awful characters
Weird and fierce
Attacking your repose
You are lost in bed
Game's the mind play
Happens at bedtime
Stops and robs our
Peace of mind
With suds of turmoil
In our dreams
Our spirit, our morale
Surrenders and
Tumbles in with certainty
On tricks the mind play
Now we fear sleep
40 winks in quarrel
I'm up
In the middle of the night
Why the hell
Must we lose sleep
Because of sappy guilt.
The Alcoholic
Parley poem
Lionel Derbyshire
Dirty dufflecoat wino
Zigzag up the street
Wobble wobble..
Topsy-turvey on the one side
And half past puzzled
His body form
Is out of order
His odour sour
Orphaned at eight
He explained
Never had a chance
Of a lifetime
I am just the formation
Of Adam's forlorn spawn
I the antonym of pleasant
Eat my dinner
On the floor
Without gravy
No one ever
Belled out a
A good word to me
Not even at home
Mine hands were
Cooked on the stove
I was called
The Bastard in the house
And it was painfull
Sensitively he said.
What do you have?
I only have lonely
Never ever heard
I love you
What do you want?
Just cheer from a
Dumb bartender
What do you fear?
The confrontations in
My nightmares
Pardon me..
I am bitter.
Never had a chance
To be a revelant guest
Just a parched alcoholic
Dry in overtime captivity.
I tang of dispair.
I have tiny gravity
But heavy
To hoist..
And a will
Which is lost
This is my lot
He told with
Blue eyes beaming
I am member
Of the human race
And then he laid
Amazing Grace
On my ears.
In parts of Derbyshire and Yorkshire
there are still pit-valleys,
where industry and nature collide,
marry, and have their natural born children.
The earth once gouged, raped and laid desolate,
is landscaped by those who once despoiled.
Time plays its part, plants its seeds,
it up-roots high piled slagheaps,
softens broken mountains of concrete.
I have walked these valleys,
in some I had to stumble over the fractured bones
of abandoned and rusting machinery;
the fire scorched detritus of coal mines.
I have also strolled through resurrected Eden's,
vales recreated out of the unspeakable
into the bright eloquence of beauty.
The hands of men
and the wings of gardening angels
have covered-up all self-made wounds,
have put to bed the deeply trammeled.
The Lord of daisies and daffodils
strolls unmolested once more,
through the worst and the best
that good intentions can do.
Temper temper
Poem
Lionel Derbyshire
Temper temper tantrum
Chaos and the clutter
Pulling hair and
Snarling bantum
Screaming mad shrew
Like in a stadium boo boo
Bloody Mary
Yelling red volcano
Suspend your eruption
Of push and snap
Stop your
Foul melody
All over again
Don't claim
What is not ..
Supreme you
Wanna be
Complain complain
Blame blame
You wanna play
A shameless game
Temper temper tantrum
Chaos and the clutter
Rest your daily nag
Or we lose all
Affection in the sanitarium
Reset and mellow be
Alluring, bright and cheery
You had it fair
Rant on rant
Will not bend
The anvil
And I am
Over splendid.
On Calvary
Poem
Lionel Derbyshire
Sans devoid and bare
Now and then I stare
Out there feeling bereft
My punctured lung bleeds
Feet wont dare to step
I am nailed so hard
The clouds go dapple drab
The sky emboss so somber
Robber and I either side
I came to fetch many faults..
Sans devoid I bare the load
Whom am I ?
Jesus from God
The saviour Messiah
Who grants salvation
Confined and tied up
The will is done now
My covenant fullfilled
My compromise given
The time has dawned
So you may live.
Sans devoid and bare
I have borne the cross alone
On Calvary
The loaded cross
Of forgiven sins
There will be images
Up a cross
In A world of great devide
No more snakes in wine
My hands and feet
No longer bereft
I thirst
I ascend
I remember you ..
On Calvary
You sin and weep no more.
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