Long Chatted Poems
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What a lovely chat we had
The five of us together
We talked about this and that
Without mention of the weather
There were Fay and Chris, Elaine and Harold
And of course, there's me
Fay and I were already friends
We'd never met the other three
What a lovely chat we had
A charming reminisce
Of days gone by, simpler times
And old-fashioned things like this
We talked about how life has changed
From bygone days we'd known
And the sometimes sad and happy experience
Of living on our own
We chatted about computers
Optic fibres and the like
Cars and trains and aeroplanes
And remembered our first bike
What a lovely chat we had
Sitting in a ring
We talked about new skill we'd found
And that sort of thing
We discussed technology
And religion too
When the time was running out
We found we had similar points of view
There will always be change
Things don't ever stay the same
Only God is constant
And in his holy name
That we find security
In his loving care
He was and is and will be
Everlasting there
What a lovely chat we had
New friendships can be found
By the oldest means of communication
We have found a common ground
I was in the mood for baking
With recipe book in hand
Instructions for a cake were found
I couldn't wait to start
Lining up all my ingredients
To reach them when they're needed
One by one the contents added
I think I'm ready to stir the bowl
Just then my neighbour came to the door
We chatted for what seemed like hours
We had so much to catch up on
I for got about the cake
I put the batter into the oven
Setting the timer for forty minutes
Anticipation kept me waiting
For the cake to be done
The oven beeped, I opened the door
Only to discover a giant liquid mess
I realized I forgot an important ingredient
The flour,it was missing
Instead of being angry
Laughter burst out of me
Better to laugh insteas of crying
Not all recipes turn out right
Line of inquiry:
“feeling not thinking, soul with love linking ~
we attained God consciousness unblinking”
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I’ve talked to my flowers
I’ve watered, weeded and gathered
roses, lilies, lilacs –
so graceful, yet so real
like summertime, so sincere
petals drenched by morning dew
rising, gentle as the glorious hue
two-toned vision of beautiful and new
fresh cut flowers in gold, red and blue
I’ve chatted with my flowers,
I’ve listened as their tears fell lightly
still as the summer, stirring
feelings like laughter,
I’ve talked to my Father,
as I strolled through His garden
a garden of joy – a garden of glory
His garden holds more hope
more wonder and encouragement,
more light and healing
more grace than opinion
His garden is filled with love
pure adoration, purest form of creation
while the winds whisper through the petals,
collecting songs shaped by the heavens
my heart heals, my love – so real
I’ve talked to my flowers – I’ve talked to my Father
believe me when I say, true love will find a way
His love is the reason I pray, offering up my heart, my praise
Assurance that His love will stay – His love feeds my garden
A garden flooded with peace and grace
A garden created by hope and praise
A garden of joy, a garden of faith – a garden He chose
When He came to show me the meaning of His cross,
A cross that assures me my soul won’t be lost
A cross that reminds me of what love surely cost
A cross that brought me a hope for everlasting –
In His garden, my soul is protected
by the love that comes to life
ending all my strife
stirring my heart to try –
never stop trying – because one day, He’s coming back
on the wings of a love that is forever great
a love that seeks the lost and forgives despite the cost.
Oh, dear Lord… I am still singing Your song
Love is alive and He is my heart’s guide
In His garden, this great love will thrive.
2025.04.08
Recently, I was fortunate enough to receive
Special treatments, at the RMIT building 51,
Where not only I have had so much fun.
But also having the bodily remedial therapy done.
I chatted and laughed with these young students.
What they did was part of their courses' curriculum.
They came up with a win-win situation,
Which they would provide massages at minimum cost,
To those who were willing to offer.
To be a live model, so the students could practice,
What they learned from their theories,
What they studied in their classes,
Into a real life performance.
I also being fortunate to have had
These two young and blubby personalities, Mary-Anne K and Indah D.
Giving me the massages,
To relieve all my aches, and loosen up my joints and muscles.
As many other students, they have heart of gold,
Helping people who have acute or chronic muscle pain.
They both installed beautiful long eyelashes,
Surround their eyes on the upper lids.
I found these amazing curve eyelashes,
Not only enhance their beauty,
But also to fan me if needed.
Tobias and Matthias
Were born as crickets
They loved watching the setting sun
As a warm summer’s day drew to a close
In the peaceful silence
They chatted to one another
‘I created the Universe,’ said Tobias
‘It wasn’t easy, but I managed it
So now, dear Matthias
You've got the ability to perceive
Everything I've done’ ‘Why on earth did you create
Torrential rains, dear Tobias?
What was the idea behind it?’ ‘It was my,
So to speak, philosophical concept, dear Matthias,
A metaphor for the difficulties of existence, and at the same time
An incentive for those like us, vulnerable creatures
To quickly find shelter – on the other hand
Some trees needed precisely torrential rain
As their roots lacked moisture
So I had to accept their arguments
But what exactly is the problem, dear Matthias?
Last time we took perfect shelter
Behind a pile of planks dumped in the back garden
Of those two-legged creatures that make funny noises
For a good laugh of our children’
‘You’re right, dear Tobias, sometimes
I simply fall into an inexplicable melancholy
Perhaps, before your Universe
There was another one, and I still hold onto
Fragments of memories of it’
‘Yes, most likely,’ replied Tobias
‘But how is it, dear Matthias, that you manage to perceive the world
With such acuity? Who knows what came before us!’
‘I don’t know what to say, dear Tobias!
Let’s sing our favourite elegiac song
‘I married a cicada last night
and like a fool got drunk,
while the cicada got high
on a hooker stuffed with junk’
‘A brilliant idea, dear Matthias!’
And the crickets chirped until the sun went down.
As the zoo opened its doors all the kids ran through the gate
they wanted to see the one-legged chimp who hopped with a gait
Although he had difficulty getting around, he never did sit idle
though he chatted with the chimps it was the gorilla his true idol.
Truth be told I think what drew him was his pungent musky scent
and the way he shared his food, though he didn't have a cent.
The gorilla gave him bamboo shoots because he knew
that it was love he needed, that was nothing new
Needless to say, where the chimp went the gorilla went too
and yes, they were definitely a match made in heaven those two.
November 3 2022
Sitting outside a cafe as I watch the world go by,
Then from out the blue is that really you, as again her eyes met mine.
And as we chatted on what has happened, since those long and far off days
An image of rekindle love seem just a thought away.
Memories of once forgotten time as we walked along the sane.
The gentle smells her perfume gave, still intoxicates my brain,
My mind plays like a movie with every twist of fate.
And yet the end eludes me through the thoughts I try to make,
Melodic tunes come from the streets,
Its brightly painted bars.
Like pearls the Basque on the water’s edge,
As they seem to touch the stars.
The little bistro where we sat and those gentle sips of wine.
Her youthful playful nature we thought we’d have the time,
But war its head then lifted and all our world turned grey.
Like a knife that stabs right to the heart our world now ripped away,
A hand across the table, then reaches out for mine,
Transported in an instant back from that void in time.
Her body seems to tremble so, hit by the evening air,
As I drape my coat around her but she says she doesn't care.
My mind keeps coming back to why I let her go,
With hopes of what the night would bring and some answers it might show.
Back at her apartment she offers me a drink,
We settle on the sofa to reminisce and think.
The feelings that we once had, could stand the test of time,
Regrets and broken promises, again as lovers we entwine.
N Windle © 20017
Breezy mind
And sparkling eyes
Dwindled him in the upper skies
But HE was right
Where light above light
Recited an Ayat
Allah (SWT) is alright.
A leader of the leaders
For the all times
Led a night prayer in the mosque
Of Baitul Muqaddas
HE was kind
In dealing with others
Met the messengers
Who were coming past
Exchanged greetings
And chatted with each other
HE had seen many things on his way
Such as torment of the Jahannam
And the happiness of the Jannah.
So, breezy mind
And sparkling eyes
Dwindled him for the all time.
Holy Angel named Hazrat Zebraiel (As)
A trusted companion for the all messengers
Was with Him upto Sidratul Muntaha Square.
Now, There is no barrier
No worries, No mourning
Only friend for friend
And the friend for friend
Comes close to each other
And starts transmitting messages
Year after year.
Snow seated where flowers chatted with wind
Snow of deep breath and frozen grey laughter
Dance of my life absolutely unhinged
Futile search for the whole finished chapter
We had planned for making a long river
Shadow spreading ever green trees on shores
When we would meet like two buoyant silvers
Flood of white foam bursting out in galore
Failed to make out what made you hesitant
One day put out glowing lovely candles
Did you feel some rhymes of mine irritant
Or in the wind did you hear some scandal
Maddened my hands reach out to vacuum
All waves are lost leaving for me just scum
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29/8/2016
Do I really know you
although I call you friend
Friends made in cyberspace
disappear with no end
Do I really know you
just from your written word
Putting so much trust in that
seems rather absurd
Your words chosen 'careful'
your face I cannot see
Can I really know if
you're a friend to me
As said about the internet
you can be what you want to be
So are you really what you say
or are you deceiving me.
(Dedicated to a my best cyber friend ever.. RIP Gayle Stanley.. We became friends online, for 2 years we joined groups together, we talked about trusting people online, and eventually emailed or chatted almost everyday about out families and life and then she suddenly disappeared. She had MS, but had more drive and spirit than most people I know.)