When I was 70 I wrote a poem whilst here at Gran Canaria but never posted it. So here it is at 72:-
FEELINGS
I wonder where the years have gone
As I sit here on my own
Facebook reminds me it's my birthday right
Many years older and headful of white.
Best wishes from far and wide
Flood in like the tide
Overwhelmed with the expressed love and care
From those that have taken time to share.
I take note of each reply
of friends and others I can justify.
This is not a popularity game I have in mind
My heart is open and always kind.
I suffered a few wounds of the physical and mental kind
Some may never heal in my heart and mind.
Yes, life is full of regrets and if onlys
But we must strive never to be lonely.
Love life, spread joy and always be kind
Then you will enjoy a healthy mind.
Smile and say hello to everyone??
Categories:
headful, age, blessing, change, growing
Form: Rhyme
This changing world scares me
There is so much I don’t understand or know
I miss the ease and simplicity
Of our world from years ago
A time with little technology
Transactions were of the human kind…..“ Believe it or not “
Where you were not asked to tick a box
Stating “No I am not a Robot”!
Life was more straight forward
Not a headful of passwords and codes
No cards and numbers for all that you do
Resulting in complete mind overload!
A time when you had one telephone
Attached to the wall in your home
Turned the T.V over by hand
Took photos with a camera
Not a telephone!
A time when you paid by cash
Not by plastic and machine
When cards and computers
Were not part of your days
Life wasn’t viewed through a screen
When a baby was born a boy or girl
Depending on their anatomy
Not letting a child decide
On which one they would like to be!
A time less complicated
Although hard working indeed
Tasks completed by your very own hands
Life on a slower speed
Back then life was clearer
Though not as convenient as the present time
There forever will be progress and change
“Life back then” now just a wonderful memory of mine!
Categories:
headful, change, life,
Form: Rhyme
See the lashing of the Singer,
I think he's angry at the sindlinger.
He finds it hard to see the awful,
Overshadowed by the gloomy belgian waffle.
Who is that wavering near the horrible?
I think she'd like to eat the orabelle.
She is but a terrible Motherland,
Admired as she sits upon a reprimand.
Her lifeless car is just a dreadful,
It needs no gas, it runs on headful.
She's not alone she brings a battered,
a pet dog, and lots of attard.
The dog likes to chase a scary,
Especially one that's in the arie.
The Singer shudders at the cute apologist
He want to leave but she wants the physiologist.
Categories:
headful, 10th grade, addiction, bible,
Form: Rhyme
I stand before a mirror to look for green leaves
like the children as they play in a morning-street
I have to wait with amber patience for I
know that most of them have fallen asleep long ago
I therefore sometimes keep sitting with the mirror
my eyes sitting on each molecule of the smooth rectangle
And there are hundreds of leaves wandering in air
all confused profiles of Autumn leaves
I still persist for a whole green leaf making room
for the flower destined to unfold fragrance
And just see there from the dark cave suddenly in the mirror
into orange sunlight leaps out the child
Bubbling swirling rippling swinging like a wave of a river
a headful of tight curls and wonderful eyes looking for the world
Behind him stood a lean looking boy
with dreams in his eyes to become a banyan tree
And then a procession of leaves and flowers
overwhelming me with their sun moon and sky
As the girl like a swan turned up I closed the mirror
preferring to pass a few minutes if possible exclusively with her
September 21, 2017
Categories:
headful, child, girl, green, image,
Form: Verse
Hey Mummy, hey daddy
Guess what I got today.
A headful of headaches
Are coming your way
My best friend at kindy
She gave me a gift
Lots of them, actually
They move and they shift
They are really athletic
They jump really high
They come and they stay
No need to say bye
They make me dance
My best friend is so nice
I couldn't wait to tell you
That she gave me lice!
Categories:
headful, animal, funny, kid, kindergarten,
Form: Rhyme
As each fatigued day culls my nature
Mine mind does Judas thee
And tinker pon the waves of hope
Muted Banshee
My blighted roots once writhed hitherto
Severed from earths comely breast
Mother natures contempt of me
Fair mumsy, she knows best
(Stark)
I adorn no vibrant leaves
Laird, wooden beast
Plucked till I stood bare
No blightsome shade for sibling seed
From summers wretched glare
(Raving)
With chestnut blight, my ashen crown
Looms remorsefully
And you my wretched parasite
Prefer to pick at me
Not with axe, nor barbarous force
Unjust chipping at my belief
Till I am lost and swathing
In painfilled cumbersome grief
(Mad!)
So whilst the heartwood settles near
And whilst I shed my final tear
Am crushed, lopped rooted out
Be ever headful, covet doubt
That even pon the vilest slope
Within Woolgather
Hush lullaby
Hope x
Categories:
headful, hope, nostalgia, , Lullaby,
Form: Free verse