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So many women I know are freaked out by germs,
And I lay the blame on the advertisers,
Who will do anything to push the product,
With 99% of their tricks not dirt or germ free.
It does not register with them that children,
Are kept off the park,
Because they played on a women's fear,
Do they not think that maybe a healthy immune system
Needs a daily dose of good clean dirt,
Not to mention the fun that goes with the rolling in it.
Hell No,
They even put kids in their adds,
And wonder why the fear is spreading,
Faster than germs ever did.
Of course, the politicians should be sharing the blame,
As they gave the advertising agencies free licence,
To create carnage and tell lies with impunity,
And let women wrap their kids in cotton wool,
And spend more money on being germ free,
Than on eating healthy.
I live in hope the day is not too far away,
When someone brings a law suit against the advertisers,
For encouraging the fear,
Before men too want to be germ free,
And there is nothing left in the garden,
But weeds.
I sit and pause, looking at the sky blue ceiling above me. White vapour cotton wool clouds
gently float like water lilies on an upside down pond. My humble seat, an igneous rock
from the Devonian period. A glaciation past has moulded this comfort to rest this weary
climber. I am in fortunate delight as this skyscraper of old can turn nasty with nature.
These marvels can unite and lure unsuspected hikers, and draw them into a weather world
they have never known. The gulley's and faces of this quite wonderful Munro hide
challenges and dangers for all who dare climb. Many have been lost as they become
disorientated, as natures weather closes in.
The ascent route to the summit on a day like today is quite wonderful. The beauty of the
glens, with their sporadic mix of andesite and basaltic lava mountains, rival many a range
on our fine planet. Many colours explode on the surrounding canvas. Greens and beige's,
greys mingling with red granite masses. Screes are in evidence, a sign of the range ageing
as natures seasons take their toll. Plant life carpets the slopes, where grasses of sorts
mingle with the purple and white heather. Ferns from a prehistoric age fan out catching
the breeze, like Sea´ ferns´ in the ocean.
As i climbed, at various intervals i would close my eyes and listen to the calls of the
wild. The sporadic bleating of sheep, as if echoing through the glens. Crows and their
hooded cousins fly sorties looking for carrion of such. Suddenly they scatter, as royalty
makes a welcomed appearance. As majestic as the King of the mountains can be, a Golden
Eagle glides on the thermals. His subjects looking on from a distance, for fear of
angering him. Rabbits, lizards and even sheep and lambs, bow down in whatever chambers of
safety allows them. As graceful as he arrived, he leaves. Slowly but slowly, the lookouts
of the species declare their haven a safe zone.
This climb has certainly given me a thirst, as the thinned mountain air leaves me tired.
Nearby a small stream offers a weary climber a much needed tonic. This pure fresh
translucent chemical substance quenches my crave, with a gentle splash over my sun beaten
face, i feel refreshed to a point.
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MAY I COME IN?
If you would let me come into your life
I wouldn’t make a mess
I’d close the door quietly, take off my shoes
and tiptoe through your feelings
If you would lend me your heart
I wouldn’t break it
I’d wrap it in cotton wool and
protect it from everything
except my love
If you would let me share your world
I wouldn’t be greedy
It would still be your world and all I’d want
is a little corner
If you would let me be your future
I wouldn’t fail you
Through thick and thin I’d always be there
for you to lean on
If you would have my baby
I wouldn’t run away
I’d cherish it and love it and later I’d teach it
all that a child needs to know
Please let me come into your life
I won’t make a mess
25th January 2023
For Love's Sake Poetry Contest
Sponsor - Regina McIntosh
he looked at the gun double barreled and lean
but it was an old water pistol from his childhood
the rope around his neck had become a bunjee
and he bounced between floor boards and ceiling
the stove was a joke and fueled by laughing gas
so he giggled his epitaph and refused to inhale
Jesus had parted the waters so drowning was out
the coarse sand in his throat only made him vomit
should have filled the car tank when he had money
the garden hose was therefore absolved from misuse
an overdose of emotions failed to find rational ground
he was a loser caught between harmony and despair
‘all odds are against me and that is the story of my life’
disconnected out of control and unbearably empty
he found some old bubble gum in his treasure chest
chewed calmly and tasted cinnamon and cotton wool
‘misperception’ he cursed as the chew candy dissolved
‘should have opted for gobstoppers when I still had a choice’
‘life sucks and boiled sweets are distastefully overrated’
not fit for purpose as he failed to choke and surrender
he had be so preoccupied that he had failed to notice
a single rose that his friend had draped on the pine tree
evergreen and potent ‘maybe I barked up the wrong tree’
a heart in its bark reminded him that there was love after all
07th August 2020
I took a pen to bed with me 1 night
That only i could tell
To comfort all my nightmares away
You see i passed my exams
By counting the wool on sheep
And woke up in another street
With only your face for cover
6 feet under blossoming flower
Winter had passed and gone
Hibernating in a soil coffin
Death has taught me patience
For love is just a cowboy
Searching for a horse
To fit his saddle
And shelter one from the rain
So baby ill ride the Plaines
If that's what you want me too
And I'll carve you name
Into every tree i cross
Until i come across a pen
To take to my bed
And clear the cotton wool from my head
Then I'll build you a shed
For niceties in to keep
With roses for window's
And a milking stool on which to sit
And I'll love you as much
As this prison you can take
So let your hair down my queen
And start plotting your escape
Until the leaves can't breath
And the tree's are felled
To make a stake to drive through my heart
Till death do us part
The palm lined beach of greens and browns
Foliage so lush in carpeted gown
Golden sands gently brush with the tides
Elements of two in caressing collide
Virgin white breakers hush their way in
Over aqua's and jade's, translucent ocean skins
Whilst cotton wool clouds overhead slide
Birds of many on the thermals they glide
Periodically dark shapes enter the scene
Rays of all sorts swim in tranquil serene
Out in the distance through the surface they dive
Terns and gannets in feed frenzy they strive
Whilst the palms sway on this island, this gem
This paradise lives and grows around them
Oh how I wish to witness this place
Maybe one day in the future I'll grace
STAND BESIDE ME
I look beyond the here and now
The sides and in-between
The way we were, the way we are
The way we've always been
My soul mate stands before me
Your shadow steps into mine
I pour the nectar to the glass
Speak my mystic rhyme
Spellbound I had you from the start
Spellbound you'll ever be
Potions, spells and magic wands
Crystal ball that I may see
Disperse the smoke and clouds of grey
The cotton wool of life
I said back then as I say today
I love being your wife
You take the words from my mouth
Stole them by a kiss
Saying 'yes you have me spellbound
But the true chemistry was this...
I cast this spell we're bound to
It was me, with my magicians tricks
Unveiling a spell of magic you say..
I'll grant you one more wish
One more wish that I may ask of you
what more do I need?
My heart is so full of loving you
There's not room for it to breathe
There is something I'll ask of you
To fulfill that precious wish
You'll complete my soul implicitly
If for me you would do this...,
'Stand beside me sometimes
In-front of me when times get tough
Stand behind me when I'm confident
Beneath to lift me up
Lie beside me when I'm sleeping
Watch over me when I don't see
And on our Golden anniversary
Recite this back to me'
Our Love needs no spells or potions
The magic is always there
Two hearts that beat in unity
A lifetime we two share.
I'm in the town called Tranquility absorbing the sun
Holidaying am I amidst the valley of said sins
Such joyous commotions viewing children's fun
Seeing happiness abound in wondrous spin
But it's the nature of being here, knowing it's begun
Cotton wool clouds caught by grayed demons be
It's just a matter of moments that they engulf all we
Next morning I awaken to skies of deadened grey
In the distance funnels of evil rotate their dread
Swirling spiral vortexes never shy in their display
Their ignorance now shared delivered imbed
Such her power no prisoners she now portrays
Overturned cars, houses adrift trees now stripped
If such were to be human on a drug fueled trip
God, build me some mountains to surround this plain
Allow said sins to be attracted to forever dissipate
Never to allow grief as such, these tremendous pains
Their height being there simply closes the vortex gate
Lets learn from said angers that they never will again
I'm in the town called Tranquility absorbing the sun
Holidaying where am I, seeing parasols in lightly spun
.
Little Bo Peep her head full of soft cotton wool
Lost sheep! No wonder. She thinks her ram is a bull
Over the hills and far far away
forever these sheep are astray
whilst their little plump bellies remain, delightedly full
There once was a sweetheart with title of Cinderella
Met a desperate and randy old fella
In her carriage she fled
prefer he stayed out of her bed
If she has to she'll hide way down in the cellar
Hickory Dickory Dock a big electric clock
shorted out, three mice endured a shock
The farmers wife's knife very blunt
Kept their tails laughed at her stunt
Will they run up again they'll immediately now take stock
There was a tarantula spider well known as Incy or Ipsy
Hotel every Friday always came tottering home very tipsy
His dwelling is named the Web Inn
When drunk renamed Wobble In
Constructed inside a web that's attractive and wispy
Humpty Dumpty he sat on a ten metre wall
Such a conceited big head he was due for a fall
Suddenly bricks took a tumble
Humpty now atop this big jumble
Come stick me together that was his desperate call
Jack an invitation to step sister Jill
Together lets go sliding down this long hill
Jill ripped her pants
can't wear them to dance
But the sliding together gave them a wonderful thrill
Little Miss Muffet sat perched on her tuffet
The porridge too hot to eat she said stuff it
Through her guts went the curds
passed out now as turds
She then arrived to eat some fruit at a buffet
Little Jack Horner still remains in the same corner
For many years an inveterate mourner
Once pulled out the plum
That injured his bum
Decided it's time to cheer himself up so dived inside a hot sauna
Rendered
Render me in colours
Reflected by the moon,
Let the white of my smile shine
Against the brown of my frown,
Let the curve of my chin feel the touch of your hand,
While the feel of your breathe warms my soul.
See the dip in my collar bone,
Fill it with your need,
While the slow drip of your desire
Drops in pearls down my spine.
See the dent of my belly button,
The disconnect from my beginning.
Do you see the bulge of my belly?
Childbirth leaves its scars...
My legs like brown branches
Slope down to my toes.
Render me in Colours,
Soften the blow with shadows,
Spray heart across my soul,
Wrap me up in cotton wool.