I have a question for you
Would you like
To skate with me
To roll down the avenue?
We could be like the famous blue hedgehog
Running miles
Dashing onwards at the speed of light
From the top of the Green Hill
Down to the glimmering seafront
We’ll cut across the cityscape
Eagerly searching for thousands of shimmering gems
That touch every hue of the rainbow
And fill the sky with a radiant glow
And we can stay like this
From the first spark of sunrise
To the last trace of sunset
Until the day gives way
To an endless starry night
A breathtaking sight
Of glistering blue lights
A man and woman meet a pup.
They look down and he looks up.
It’s love at first sight, they all feel the same.
Now it’s time to think of a name.
Two weeks later, a brand new home.
Things to chew and space to roam
And after running here and there,
He lays down under the garden chair.
A year goes by and baby makes four.
Little puppy’s not so sure.
So while they tend to baby boy,
Jealous doggy steals a toy.
A truce is called and friendship starts.
A meeting of two gentle hearts.
Boy in highchair, dog underneath
Stealing food despite no teeth.
Walks with buggies in the park,
Round the houses in the dark
School run, seafront, through the wood
‘Stop that barking, please be good’
Moving on and moving home
Two kindred dodgers of the comb
Boy walks dog. Dog walks boy
Running back and full of joy.
The boy grows up, the dog gets slow
And even though it’s hard to know
It’s like he says ‘This time’s for you,
You go on, I can’t come too’
Now hearts are broke but one’s at rest
The furry boy we loved the best
Bring back the bark and the claws on the ground
The absence of dog is an awful sound
I am often in nature
Nature where I pace through jungles.
Jungles where I breathe concord
Concord that undertones through shrubberies
Shrubberies that crib sunshine
Sunshine gets on with my soul.
My soul takes me to a seafront to observe water
Water swells dance across the river
River echoing firmament and reveries
Reveries that float like smokes
Smokes bring me home.
Home where I hear my children’s enjoyment.
Enjoyment that rolls from their temperaments
Temperaments that beat with surprises
Surprises that silhouette my optimism
Optimism opens again in me and in all of us
Poem by N. Mugisho
It' is Christmas eve and am not home I am at the seafront
All alone
Sat on a bench in the darkness night the tears of sadness I have to fight.
No Christmas present wrapped up for me I dont even have a Christmas tree.
It is heart breaking being all alone no Christmas cards no one calling on the phone.
No Christmas dinner no Christmas fun just a lonely sandwich made for one.
If your wondering if this is the truth just think of me I'm the living proof.
An old stone cottage stands on the seafront
Abandoned and alone
Windows covered in sea salt and cobwebs
Its history and story unknown
A small white cottage with good bones
That has weathered many a storm
Now unloved and neglected
Still stands steadfast ,proud, yet sadly forlorn
A large stone fireplace graces the front room
Blackened by the years that have withstood the test of time
Giving warmth and comfort to many a soul
Comfort so sublime
I wonder who resided here
Was it a happy home
Was it alive , full of love and laughter
Or harbouring sadness and secrets unknown
I would love to sit inside this cottage
Light the fire and share a cup of tea
So the cottage could tell me its story
Of life as it used to be
A story perhaps of long lost secrets
One of intrigue and mystery
Or maybe just a simple tale
Of a loving family
In appreciation and gratitude for story told
A cuddle it would be
I would visit time and again for the warmth of its fire
And to share another cup of tea!
As one walks along the seafront
tune in to the waves breaking forth
especially as the winds are in full force
there's a sound so loud it feels hoarse
Across the world the sounds not the same
so many oceans have their own voice
a perspective so different from one another
listen in depth so then you have a choice
In my native Scotland on the Clyde
the wind was causing waves to crash
with sounds aggressive but true
which tells you stay calm, no rash
Walking along a very hot seafront
Fuerteventura Island was my place
watching waves speak words so still
makes one ponder to find my space
Stroll along the Indian Ocean
the waters running over my toes
listening intently ear ever open
here in South Africa cover my woes
(Quote:
"I was born with the ability to hear the sea speak, she had so much to say, it broke my heart." - Anon. )
So many castles built
on seafront of summer joy
so many collapsed castles
by the obstinate tides of dismay...
Illness is not something to desire around us
Living without diseases, it is a prayer of everyone.
Life has no guarantee as many poets gone to rest.
Now, Covid is the top illness that killed many people
Expecting to meet with some poets survivors of Covid,
So we can hug and take some black coffee at any
Seafront restaurants in the World.
Written March 01/2023
For poetry contest sponsored by Constance la France
Theme chosen: illness
...Second place win
In the Contest...
summertime is here
the sound of seagulls squawking
along the seafront
collecting seashells
and stones strewn across soft sand
pure relaxation
You walk on the slimy soil of fragile fame,
as slippery as the sliding mud in the rain,
with feet encased in fuzzy socks and crocs,
you trample the uncertain fashioned ground.
You stroll along the seafront of secluded show,
make footprints on the sands of self-styled beach,
but as the tides of time rush on and on,
these are washed away to the realm of obscurity.
The surge of the breaking waves splits the heart,
you see the soiled feet stripped to the skin bare,
walking alone in the corridor of stark reality,
your forsaken fashion finds nobody to attract.
June 15, 2021
Contest : Fuzzy Socks And Crocs
Sponsor : Francine Roberts
There I was just me myself
it just seemed I knew no one
my parents had been cut off
there I was me their only son
On the seafront at Largs
away for the day being only nine
in a moment what do I do
panic set in felt out of line
But thankfully they saw me
reconnected again all together
at that moment felt really alone
all had changed except the weather
This reminds one of Jesus childhood
thinking of when Jesus went away
from His parents for they were shocked
not realizing He was in the temple all-day
But Jesus was in control back then
where I was not sure what to do
two opposites for sure in contrast
where were you? a question all so true!
(This tale really happened on the Scottish seaside town on Largs on the Ayrshire coast, where I got lost from my parents these many years ago.
This is written telling of this experience comparing it with Jesus's parents losing Him in Jerusalem 2000 years ago.)
It's good to look back at the year's end
to ponder on all that's now gone past
1 year ago you didn't know what's to come
but recognising it's all gone all too fast
Healthy has been so very excellent
my cancer checkups have all been great
with my PSA heading in down direction
increasing confidence for my next health date
My stammer has pulled me down again
so needing therapy for 9 months long
but light has dawned again at tunnel end
now slowly getting better like a merry song
Holidays were other real highlights
being at Crieff Hydro in January cold
then in spring to Bowness on Windermere
to Cyprus in May among sunshine gold
July came to go to Keswick lakes
enjoy convention, learn much in God's word
then at Southport for full two weeks
enjoyed the sun along the seafront
The year can't go past without thanks
for my friends of poetry so divine
faithful their encouragement so very much
this spurs me on with pen to shine
As I took the right turn, lo, the crescent
Like Urdu letters but pink and silken
From two mountains meandering descent
Raw hues of hours dark and blue keep folding
As I kept my raised eyes hooked to rivers
A shining swing of swords like the sliced moon
In polkas of blood a dark blue shiver
From red jungles comes up a meaty Hun
Then all of a sudden the grudging sky
Came down in rains washing the whole vista
Chin on elbows, children, who danced so high
All flames went back in the gladiola
At the seafront mighty waters were sands
My face I held with ailing wrinkled hands
27 June 2019
Taking the bus down the Clyde coast
to the lovely coastal town of Largs
where there is a walk along the seafront
often the winds blowing so many flags
There are nice grassy slopes around
bringing greenery to the fore
also, seats are periodically placed
for the not so fit who can't do more
Let's get walking and enjoy the views
there's so much to see that's all the rave
all along the path, there's sea to see
so glorious a sight of deep blue waves
Now there's the pencil within your view
this large stone shaped like a pencil
it goes right up to twenty-one metres
protected as a listed building not coincidental
Now we've reached our destination
it's turn around to walk the way back
enjoy all the views again will see
a lovely afternoon spent on the track
(Largs' in Scotland most famous monument is The Pencil, situated at the south end of the Prom, near to Largs Marina. The Pencil was built in 1912, to commemorate the Battle of Largs 1263, when the Scots defeated King Haco of Norway's troops on the shore at Largs after the 160 longships got caught in a storm.)
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