He perched himself upon his stage.
He stretched himself up tall.
The Countryside Conductor
Fanned his wings and beckoned all
To join him as he welcomed in
A bright new sunny day,
To bring cheer to any appreciative heart
Who cared to listen on their way.
He belted out his melody
That lasted right to noon!
The sweetest kind of symphony,
The merriest of tunes.
Other voices harmonised
By whistle, croak and tweet.
Of different meaning in the bird world,
To humankind an aural treat!
Somehow too, it makes impact
For when we need a lift out of despair,
We may find ourselves recalling
The conductors tune that filled the air.
Categories:
lift out, bird,
Form: Rhyme
Dusty musty air hit me as I open the attic door. Turning on small torch, I pause whilst my eyes gently get acclimatised to the dim light. Brushing away the long cobwebs which hang from the low ceiling, I cautiously make my way to the back of the attic. In a dark corner I find Granny’s old ottoman, its pink damask silk top is now worn and faded. Carefully I begin to raise the lid, its hinges creak like granny’s arthritic knees. I gently lift out her silk wedding dress which, as a child, I’d help granny wrap in layers of crinkly tissue paper. She had always promised I will wear it one day, and as she’s a gifted seamstress I know it will fit perfectly on my June wedding day.
family heirloom
I’ll wear on my wedding day
precious memories
Categories:
lift out, clothes, granddaughter, grandmother,
Form: Haibun
Sophie Helen outguesses us at every turn.
When my husband begins to lift out of his chair
She knows where he is going.
If it is the kitchen she heads for her little couch.
It if is toward me she leaps like a deranged missile between us
How she knows when to back into the little couch or to leap is anyone’s guess
Her instincts are amplified the second anyone moves
She can be sound asleep but if we move an inch, she is there.
Dead asleep, without even an eye open.
Last night I almost backed into her again.
She was on the bed already, waiting.
How did she now I was not just using the bathroom?
Bed and bath are both located in the same direction.
Sophie Helen is a mystical, magical mind-reading beast.
We are watching our p’s and q’s around this dog.
Categories:
lift out, dog,
Form: Free verse
7/11/12
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Lost, freaked out, unwanted
It is always the same
Stuck in a life that will always be claimed
Change makes me hurl
Excites the world—uncurls the curl
There is evidence of your death here
You are gone forever, drained by fear
My defenses are obviously gone
Though to begin with they were never strong
Never strong
Weakened by the absences
Weakened by lament
Meshed in a thousand trances
Croaked and bent
I am ashamed and stricken by lies
Hollow goodbyes
STOP FORGETTING ME
STOP RESENTING ME
Give me a break
Don’t break me, you snake!
Lift out your fangs and sink inside
Your venom remedy will keep me alive
If you are to attack, this is your best bet
Leave none of me behind and shed your regret
I designed your scales—your burning skins
Locked in hate and chained by sins
But whatever you do, don’t let me win
Because my end is soon at hand
And the graves welcome me back. . .
There is evidence of your death here
You have shed your regret and a tear
You are gone forever—my defenses are gone
Who won?
Who the hell won?
Categories:
lift out, angst, confusion, depression, sad,
Form: Rhyme
Satan's gone fishin', but few has he caught;
None in the basket that's newly Blood bought.
He's brought a fine reel, attached to a pole,
And tested the line, he's ready for soul!
The hook has been baited, the line free and clear,
He looks at the water and back at his gear.
Many 'lures' of temptation and lust in their place,
'I know I'll catch somethin'!', puts a smile on his face.
He settles back to watch and to wait,
But there's not a nibble, nothin's taking the bait.
He reels in the line, and checks it all out,
And casts it once more and then with a shout.
Feels a tug on the line and then it drops deep,
'This one's a fighter, this one I'll keep!'
Although it's a struggle, the line then goes slack,
The battle is over, the soul is reeled back!
Satan stops suddenly, with a look of surprise,
As he dips in his net to lift out his prize.
For there, snagged tightly, at the end of his line,
Two words in bright gold, it's a NO FISHING sign!
Categories:
lift out, faith, funny, religion, satire,
Form: Rhyme
Scents to bring the right attitude
Tapping into the inner fortitude
Dream lift out of the blue
Smoothing hurts wrinkles
Residue sprinkled
Pleasing every blockage untamed
Making way for good days
Boat rides from bikes eyes
Noting the event
From cloud nine
Lounging till the next find
Categories:
lift out, imagination, inspirational,
Form: Light Verse