Indisputably bankrupted deux times
boardings on stalled windows
Recession unproofed
bundles of betwichted people aloff
clumsily lost Waitrose
and still the Fairfield roof leaks
Queens gardens is no longer bespoke
its tenable for climbing children
We've still not lost the war
culture exists
and I'm eternally grateful
Poets Anonymous
and Poets hour at the library
provides the same echo
of the past
Categories:
fairfield, anxiety, appreciation,
Form: Free verse
When I was 12
our family arrived at Croydon.
Everything seemed grander
a real Municipal town
we had record and camera shops
and departmental stores
everything seemed geared for conspicuous expenditure
We seemed not to have beggars in the street
and the greenline buses took us to country lines
My secondary school seemed good
as were our teachers
We had night clubs and gigging places
Like Sinatras and the Cartoon
and Entertainment places
Like the Fairfield Halls and Warehouse
and ample cinemas
We were self reliant
with a beating soul
Categories:
fairfield, age, allegory,
Form: Free verse
You've aged well with Conviction
Guarding your yesteryears
of residential Presbyterian Thornton Heath in 58
and Kennards in the town centre
Bygone Croydon days
with Grants and Allders, crown jewels
and Beatles at the festive Fairfield Halls 63
and Young Conservatives 64 in Purley
Categories:
fairfield, appreciation,
Form: Free verse
Under a State of Emergency
California Inferno
We thought 113 degrees was so bad?
Now people and pets have to run for their lives!
Whilst we sit cooly in out poetic
dives!
So absorbed in this community of
electronic society?
Looking out my window, seeing yellowed skies.
Full of smoke and debris,
Best stay indoors, highly advised.
Northern California, we are taking
a big hit!
Thanks to the fury of lightning, which dry brush
and trees took afiery hit.
Vacaville, Fairfield, Napa being evacuated.
It's frightening to be living here.
Once a free- thinking state that
I held so very dear.
To be in the middle of the virus
and people running for their lives,
Makes me want to take my cat,
a few things.
But, I ask..where is there to hide?
August 19, 2020
3pm PST
Categories:
fairfield, emotions, fear, fire,
Form: Rhyme
. for public domain
Ankle high, boot blacked and tightly laced nun shoes,
a faint wisp of cheap lavender perfume,
a baby's cry over a mother's shush,
moments on a bus ride across country,
traveling from soggy Fairfield, Iowa
to arid Grand Junction, Colorado
to spend the remaining years of this life
in a Grand Valley walled with cliffs' highland.
The low samplings of an American
Spirit, enduring unfulfilled promise
of a still young and rising wilderness
at the reigns of a people creating their own.
Categories:
fairfield, change, journey, poverty, retirement,
Form: Free verse
Three hours of grassy scramble
attain Fairfield horseshoe
enveloped by immense landscape
an awe inspiring view
gentle glow upon my cheek
expelled from summer's ray
the timid breeze encircles me
this wondrous month of may
twirl to ambitiously consume
breathtaking panorama
the vastness of the rambling fells
create pure natural drama
I rest upon Saint Sundays crag
a scene which saturates
Helvellyn rises in the distance
cirrus cloud it infiltrates
brown, gold and red of heather below
amid gullys and facets sharp
inhale the flawless air around
I discover the windy harp
Categories:
fairfield, nature
Form: Rhyme
Loughrigg and Wansfell, Fairfield and Red scree,
The most charming of villages lie beneath thee,
It's beauty is bountyfull, many books have been wrote,
I see a different side, I see the folk,
When you visit this place you may think heavens sent,
A friendlier place, I could not invent,
The colors the views are what you come to see,
It's the people who live here that do it for me.
The loyalty, the faith, the comrades in arms,
These are the locals, the shops and the farms,
A community spirit amazing to see,
All known by first names, how we'd all like to be.
If there's trouble in town they will go to some length,
And they all pull together, a show of great strength,
Come as a couple or come on your own,
Nothing but grace will you ever be shown,
My ambleside, I can't shout it to loud,
A village A home, of which I am so proud,
This is the place i shall die with great glee,
this is a village you must come and see.
Categories:
fairfield, holiday, inspirational
Form: Rhyme
Good luck in Fairfield
Good luck in Vermont
Good luck using your words
Try not to get caught
Good luck with people
Good luck with yourself
Try to speak clearly
Try to think of Fairfield Pond
What used to be called Dream Pond
After a lady had a dream of a man
Drowning a mother and her baby there
Try to imagine being the accused and convicted man
Good luck imagining
Good luck holding onto life
(You are my guardian angel
And every effort you make towards goodness
Brings me infinite joy.)
I don’t expect you to understand,
Just don’t give up:
The love without reason.
Your smile through every season.
You need little luck
You're good all on your own.
Categories:
fairfield, lovedream, dream,
Form: Free verse