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I saw a little tree today,
from mustard tree did grow.
For when i was but a toddler,
I stood three feet below.
And by the little tree today,
two squirrels chasing tails.
And as I stepped by closer, they
ran up it's wooden scales.
Above the little tree today,
a large bright feathered bird.
With wingspan of a tennis court,
colour of lemon curd.
Inside the little tree today,
natures cooing owl.
Napping in its small hidey hole,
till it's time to prowl.
inscribed upon the tree, I see,
from many moons ago.
Initials of my first sweetheart,
my wife, my loving doe.
I will not see this tree again,
as death's dark crow is near.
So lay I do beside the tree,
till heaven's hand appears.
04.03.2021
The rocking chair
With grandmas loving care
The one that's so old I do declare
My how the generations just slip through the air
As each new little one makes its arrival known
They soon find themselves at grandmas home
With the rocking chair and grandmas loving care
Gifted to her as a child many moons ago
Every child comes to know
This rocking chair with her loving care
Lifes tender moments captured in this rocking chair
That has so much flare
Grandma is always willing to share
All the stories about the chair
Easter to Christmas each year
Grandmas little people get to sit in the rocking chair
Where she loves to share a simple prayer
Making them all aware of the memories
That is forever locked in this chair treasures
Being fare all of us that sat in that rocking chair
Will swear the memories are still there
When we compare similar stories that are so rare
Grandma always makes such a big deal
As she made us all feel so special and real
That only fits as grandma always gets
Her pics shes quite slick
As she doesn't miss a click
She likes when little people grow up
But her favorite is when we all get to sit
In the rocking chair with her loving care
Never time to ask why or forget
It won't be long before another will get to sit
In this rocking chair that we will never forget
One day they too will play as grandma treats them
In her special way
When we come to her house to stay
The whole family really does care
About this rocking chair
The times we all shared
With our grandmothers loving care
Sitting in the rocking chair with so much flare
I wear a thimble to protect me from blows
I can't see the enemy,
But I got to fight anyway I suppose.
My thimble's a bit battered
Worn down by old wounds
I might need to get a new one
Till then this will do.
My kingdom depends on me
I guess so,
Haven't heard from them in many moons.
I fight, waving about a needle
I feel the enemy's presence
They wonder why I haven't given up hope.
I cut down through a couple of bushes
And there are the foes standing tall
They don't look all that scary
Just a bit tired, that's all.
I recognize them I think
I've heard their voices before
I take off my thimble
Strangely soothed by their song.
They say they're my demons
Trying to help me find a better end
I believe them
For they are my only friends.
They accept me, make me feel safe,
So much so, without my thimble
I still feel brave.
I don't think I'll go back to the kingdom
For the foes are now my friends
No matter what someone says
I'll stay with them till the end.
Loving you is easy as the heart sings into your heaven
Come kiss me sugar before the snow melts
Stunning visions before the mirrors a flame sparks
As two white doves in eternal faithfulness weld us together
Standing an adoring torch within a breathtaking ray of sunlight
Dreams that were answered, within soft tenderness beauty and love
Always when you enter number one smiles
Love's paradise ruby wine flows warm
I will forever find you interesting sweet dreams
as you make me forget everything that lies behind
Many moons searching distant horizons
Coming out slowly from the light my dear
As I stared into the stars thoughts within you entered
Brilliant beauty a miracle dawns new horizons
Darling captivating your precious light holds me
Each time seeing you is like I have known you a lifetime beyond anything
We travel down the starlit path only for eternity
Heaven's whisper creating our future and dreams
A Collaborated Poem
Anne-Lise Andresen and Liam Mc Daid
24.02.2016
(unrhymed couplets)
when i met you,
the art on the
walls of you were
bright and expressive
with statements and
exclamations
after a while, age and
change somehow soured
the sweetness that held
in the savoring
i became uncomfortable even
in my own discomfort around
you
as a result so painstakingly
unfortunate, i had to make
harsh choice to pack my life
up in the trunk of my car and
choose my own brand of change
now it is many moons and suns
later and the thought of you popped
up like popcorn
i guess it was the lady in the discount
store whose buttercream skin and
particular walk reminded me of other
lifetimes and you
something told me to scream out your
name as our song started playing out of nowhere
ironically
yet something else held me back, and for the rest
of the day i feel incomplete while lost in thought
Many moons ago, in my ascendancy
Males weaned themselves from dependency
At age 18, adults, full-blown on our own
No more nesting, Momma Bee, in your honeycomb
You'd bought your first car; you took care of it too
No one could tell you where to go, what to do
So many, these days, not even licensed to drive
Independence for them has yet to arrive
We checked in with our 'rents,* why maybe once a week *parents
Hi, Mom, back from the hospital; Doc set my broken cheek
These days, it seems no span of ten minutes ever's spanned
Without Little Johnny telling Mommy all of his plans
From breast milk to devices -- to Mommy, boys are forever attached
Better take her with you in your coffin, when you are dispatched
Sex as the Controller**
They heard us outside the bedroom window—
Breathing, moaning, panting, grunting, and screaming
In the stillness of the night, calling out the names of the Gods.
Salty sweat dripped from our bodies
Under the Caribbean heat waves, many moons ago—
What a summer to remember!
Yet there was confusion in the nightly crickets’ serenade,
Who mistakenly thought their sounds were the loudest.
They were trying to convey something to me with
Their relentless barking: danger, danger, danger, danger, danger, danger.
I had no idea what it meant.
It took years to decode the meaning of a dog’s bark,
But now, through poetry, I can express it in words.
Their bark was a message meant for me, myself, and I.
A quaint guest house near Ostin's, just five minutes from the ocean breeze.
Back then, I believed I was truly in love—
With love, or perhaps just a dream that turned into a misguided future
When I neglected to love myself.
The spirit of a lost lover yearned to control me.
All encounters are about energy, and sound creates that energy. —Barbara Carrella
And a dog’s bark can predict one’s fate.
Too late, but now I understand...
Encased in feeble form, doomed one day to die,
words penned in holy books offered no solace
and prayers that I muttered, quelled not heart’s sigh,
so exhausted being unable to lace
the truth of life, I deemed everything a lie,
plunging into silence to invoke God’s grace.
Many moons passed yet steady was my resolve,
to see without mirrors, that soul may evolve.
Having relinquished each and every belief,
I became a silent witness to my mind,
noticing that wayward ego was the thief
that stole soul’s peace, leaving head-heart misaligned
and so in staid silence, I turned a new leaf,
heeding voice of conscience, touch gentle and kind.
Exiting futile games of one-upmanship,
holding firm focus, love became my flagship.
Love being God’s force that ends separation,
in timeless time, Holy Spirit entered form,
romance divine, in an endless flirtation,
felt as magnetic currents both cool and warm,
causing within, energy nodes gyration,
which swept me away in this benign bliss storm.
Call this what you like and give it any name
but bliss in permanence is my claim to fame.
ill drive down the highway at one eighty two
you'll say that'll we'll die but i know that can't be true
cause the strings and the signs of fate pulled us together
and they won't tear us apart for as long as i'll remember
the moon in the sky is so far away
in a big pit of darkness we call outer space
yet you always say you'll go there and back
cause our love will shine through the black
i love you too the moon and back is what you'd always say
and now your gone it's what i'll say every single day
how could I have let you go without knowing i feel the same way
I think about telling you more and more each day
hand in hand and lip on lip is what i reimagine
just you and me and a little tree that i've already planted
please fly on your rocket to one of Jupiter's many moons
to save me from falling out of love with you
you say you never knew that's what my heart reflected
I guess my eye's lie more than I expected
my heart tells my brain what it doesn't want to hear
so my brain mutes my heart, my thoughts and feelings cleared
leaving room for nothing and no-one as you were once near
your presence once filled the void and all it left were tears
(this pastiche promulgated many moons ago from those screaming bloody thirsty headlines from the Italian court for justice sans the brutal homicide attributed to this then American college student and her ex-boyfriend). My gut reaction that zero apr guilt linkedin with lovely looking lass, who may very well bear the burden of culpable guilt for the rest of (what this totally tubular unknown guy no war) a fulfilling life.
with the assiduous vigor of a cadre of volunteers
brought sought after fruition of freedom
per the release of imprisoned young (twenty something) American lass
whose former life sentenced commuted to egress from an Italian jail
to her home within Seattle, Washington
whereby family, friends and strangers who fought for her liberation
breathed one palpable surprising sigh of euphoric relief
when the plane who boarded landed safely on the tarmac of SEATAC
aswarm with frenzied television camera crews
scrambled to get the initial scoop and what promises
to land this once anonymous cell bait
an undisclosed amount of lucre
which many on the other side of the pond
find mind boggling if not downright objectionable
moreso livid with rage
against the Machiavellian machine
on account of supposed culpability in tandem with her then boy friend
accused (under the guise of guilty fiat)
sans homicide of college roommate
now sought after garnering this fawning female
(salaciously tagged by Perugian court with the sobriquet “she wolf”
now faces a future replete with riches aplenty
allowing gravity of ugly epithet plus stigma from accusation of murder
to serve as basis for what will no doubt be a best seller
not to mention made for the silver screen blockbuster
with subsequent royal carpet treatment
to compensate for guilty judgment decreed
without tangible evidence nor fair trial to boot!