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His years spanned 1908-1997
reaching the grand age of 89
played many a character in his life
giving each one his special shine
My memories of Jimmy Stewart
goes back many a year for me
'Dear Brigitte' was the first I saw
a lovely film seeing the lovelier BB
Jimmy covered many different parts
of many types he did play
he was so good in westerns
'Winchester 73 and 'Shenandoah' made my day
He loved music also too
played the accordion as well as sing
showed this talent on the screen
'Glenn Miller story' was the real thing
The movie 'What a Wonderful Life'
George Bailey was his most famous role
this was his favourite movie
in it our hearts he stole
'Rear Window' alongside Grace Kelly
was a favourite also for many a fan
but there were so many to highlight
in a life of a ordinary man
James Stewart had a voice like no other
with such a recognisable drawl
it made his appeal so much greater
many great memories we're left to recall
Life is a true and pure blessing
Yet, it comes with trials and tribulations
Weighing down heavy on human beings
Struggling to cope with life’s difficult situations
We share this earth with many a soul
In that we have no input , no say
We attempt to surround ourselves with the humans we like best
Try to keep certain individuals at bay
Sadly, we share our planet with some inhumane beings
‘The Unhinged’….the soulless who walk this earth
The ones who view life through blackened eyes
With a black heart and soul that knows no worth
Humans who incite and kill without conscience
Deriving pleasure solely from others pain
Void of remorse, compassion, empathy
Evil like blood…. flows through their veins
The Unhinged are not visibly recognisable
They do not look any particular way
We can only hope and pray that we never cross paths
With The Unhinged on any given day
There's a guy
Sweet simple and innocent
Standing in the crowd
Yet different from it
Easily recognisable
He is waiting with love in his eyes and heavy heart
Barely having hopes
That he will succeed
But yet not letting other's know
He is for his girl in the same crowd
Where she is dancing
Forgetting every fear she had
Forgetting him so that he can move on
He know he's the one she deserves
But its not always what we think or want
Its always the one that written by him
Enjoying her dance
With tear in his eyes
Always standing beside
He will never leave her alone
He'll always be by her side
Whenever she needs him
Because he really knows her well
So there's this guy
Very simple and mine
Walking through the door of my childhood home
brought back tsunami of wisdom overture.
Tastes and colours in décor change with culture;
varied pallet of history in lands roam’.
My children had turned out to be a challenge
as they had early on displayed my talent
for examining and questioning latent
defects papered over; now seeking balance.
We’d a small, intimate wedding reception.
The wallpaper in the lounge is instantly
recognisable (like kin related distantly),
from the photos. No inkling of deception.
My parents had asked this sweet sixteen to voice
her preference for bedroom to replace staid
pattern reminiscent of a fabric plaid.
But they had vetoed black and white Op Art choice.
The celebrations of the many milestones,
spanning the blessed years of three generations
firmly recorded in the decorations;
layers of peeling wallpaper to bare bones.
ENCOUNTERS
Impressionistic
reflections
in the moving light
fields
that emerge
so composed
intuitive
&unshowy
& reimagined
in unsettled fluidity
illuminated
subtly
&different
a wonder
manifested
&most recognisable
with a
shimmering effect
audacity itself
in a
bittersweet
experience
to offer some
consolation
though
untenable
vys for attention
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
I left you in the corner of my mind
with teenage memories of my puberty.
I put thoughts of you in a box in the
attic of my recall, along with others from
that time, and there you lay,
settled, gathering dust.
Gathering dust.
I wrapped each memory carefully,
as one would a cut glass; delicate,
trying to keep the stems intact.
Desperate to retain the perfection
yet scared it wouldn't last, and there you stayed,
settled, gathering dust.
Gathering dust.
Years have rusted the recollection;
Once vivid colours of reminiscence
faded in perception, yet you sat
patiently in the corner of my mind,
jostled by accumulating life experiences,
settled, gathering dust.
Gathering dust.
Like some old painting waiting
for restoration, you bided your time.
Then one day in the attic you spoke
my name; you called me from your corner
and into my present came a familiarity;
a recognisable voice perforating the now with then
and it was yesterday again -
I unfold the tarnished tissue paper which
has wrapped the ornate cut glass
memory for so long; carefully, piece
by tattered piece, and there it is,
glistening in glorious perfection;
vibrant still, safely stored,
stem intact.
Second sight in some infants, short tenure belies
Unbiased newness unpicks societal manufacture
To passers by, lurking spiritual assets recognisable
Pervading expression classifies their clairvoyance
Such was toddling dandelion darling, Aubergine
Unphased, observant, chillingly serene in nature
Cherubic smirk absorbed traits, antics compiled
Tea coloured irises brewed extracted evidence
Aloof by default, addictive was desire to amuse her
Surfacing sufficient wit to captivate earned pleasure
Complex humour her veracity seeking palate required
Ego's growth ensued causing her copper eyes to flare
Taut uncooked dough forehead bound words in focus
Incidental text in her proximity statue faced savoured
Without parental prompting, pillared wisdom widened
Constant calculation of her purposed component
Memorable eerie moment in Aubergine activity
I surreptitiously witnessed striking behaviour
"Don't tell Mummy, I was once burnt alive in fire."
She confided in her soft toy 'school' semi circle
Watching her calm revelation, mildly humilated
by my unfamiliarity with her zany brain's structure
Her sophistication held me dauntingly hypnotised
Haunted by her thirty month old pre life mystery
Written 18th June
( I just noticed today's date sounds a bit like 'Aubergine')
a word name I thought suited a little tot called Lexi
at a Day Care Centre I worked at a few years ago.
After putting this poem up, I realise
Aubergine sounds like Joan of Arc (Jeanne D'arc)
swapped syllables.
Didn't plan the poem to mention fire.
I had only the concept of outstanding baby girl when sat to write.
For forty years she stood there
On watch every single hour
One tentacle of defence against
A perceived enemy power.
There is now a new golf course
Where the aerial field once stood
They’ve long thinned and chopped
It’s once concealing wood.
The Ops Block is the Club House,
The security cage and fences gone,
Presumably they removed the minefield
That she used to stand upon.
Very little recognisable now
Of the base that once had been
Only through the eyes of memory
Can the Drill Square be seen.
Disappearing under housing,
An estate of luxury homes
Occupying the spaces where
Guards and dogs once roamed
Cold War Warriors they called us
Behind our barbed wire fence
Our very existence denied but
An essential of our defence.
Told we wouldn’t be coming home
If the Cold War turned hot
And nobody dared estimate
The survival time we’d got.
Of course it didn’t happen
Barriers came tumbling down
Our Regiment decommissioned
Weeds cover the parade ground.
Forty years of non existence erased,
Covered over by new households
We are part of a Secret History
As the uneasy peace still holds.
Forty years she stood there
And I am very proud of course
That for a short while I did my bit
In that essential non existent force
On the time scale of the Maker
Just the blinking of an eye
But on his latest Creation
Millennia had passed by.
The ko-ko-ko birds no longer
Did their burnished daily run
Circling the World under
The steady square Sun
For they, like the Tigrons, were
Now almost completely gone.
In the Maker’s absence so many
Sorts of things had moved on.
The Adam and Eve descendants
Had long left their garden behind
With any recognisable trace of it
Almost impossible to find.
The destruction of the trees
Now almost complete
Most of the areas of each stand
Covered with concrete
The light from the sun
Obscured on most days
By industrially produced
Acrid pollution’s haze.
No white clouds delivering
The rain as pre arranged,
The once perfect climate
Almost completely changed.
A species set on destruction,
Another experiment gone wrong,
Too late now because the Maker
Had left it unchecked far too long.
Moved to Creation’s outer limits,
Now left to either survive or fall,
Sadly the Maker decided to
Finally turn its back on it all.
Lessons had been learned
For that time if, and when,
New worlds would be created
And the experiment run again.
DISCONNECTIONS
harmony order
reason &
beauty
&
incidentals
severed
by
upheavals
cerebral &
austere
a purveyor of
dimensions
to catalogue
&measure reveals
the obsessive
elaborate
laboriously
constructed
tableaux
of
destruction
so instantly
recognisable in
impressive &
immaculate
artefacts
to
specifically
fire the imagination
&
concentrate
the interplay
of
reason in
perpetual motion
in grappling
&
conveying
the painstakingly
drumbeat
of
sensation
amid the melee
of the
orchestrated
ensembles
at a distance
the measured
mood
detached
artificial
yet in
symmetry
knitting
everything together
in
cool respect
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.