Rockin' tough
Rockin' touch
Rocket rock star's
Still in love
Hallowed halls of
Doobie's lair
The Sunset Gang
Played air band there
Mr. Salty
Zimmer-cam
Winkles and
The Ramel's jam
Wildman
Screaming Me
Pounded sounds
On Adams Street
Check us out
On cable TV
It's Sticks Rambo
and Company
Again its
Nineteen Eighty Three
Back on the beaches of Normandy
The old men are assembled there
On walking sticks or Zimmer frames
Some confined to their wheelchair,
This diminishing band of heroes,
Survivors from eighty years before
Who by ship, parachute and glider
Were transported to the horror of war.
Now sitting with a quiet dignity to
Remember the beginning of the end
The blood, pain, swear and tears
The loss of comrade and friend.
For many maybe the last chance
To visit those beaches again
This slowly dwindling band
Of valiant and proud old men.
They are there to receive tribute
For the sacrifice so many made,
To appear before a grateful world
On this their maybe last Parade.
Many years ago a promise spoken
Which has been faithfully met
For your suffering and sacrifice
We pledge again we’ll not forget.
6th June 1944 nearly 160 thousand allied troops landed on the beaches at Normandy to start the beginning of the end of WW2 in Europe. The largest Naval invasion in history.
In addition more landed by glider and parachute.
D-Day had begun.
Limbo
Hunched over and holding a Zimmer frame
Limbo
Waiting for a call that is never - ever going to come
Limbo
The day draws nearer as the blinds on the window begin to shut sealed
Limbo
That's what they call it, hanging on every single word and action
Limbo
Bend over backwards. Don't bother in even trying. You're bent over now.
Limbo
Pull that duvet and run a bath and play some music
Limbo
Don't listen, just watch. Watch my lips move up and down in slow motion to the rhythm of this beat
Limbo
Don't bother in even trying. It is all done now. It has already gone by and it is told and told to whoever passes you by
Limbo
Though curved like a question mark,
she walks without a Zimmer frame.
Will she ever veer from
the narrow,
nonsensical
dirt road?
She earns,
mopping, scrubbing, laundering, and currying.
She’s often gifted with
rice, tea powder, jaggery, sari, soap,
and so on.
Thanks to the munificence
of her mistress.
She saves and stores,
living in parsimonious penury.
She loses her delicious delights
in spending tension.
A schlock existence –
everything safely decays in her store.
There’s certainly a spark of work
(even at the dog-end)
of her life.
But when will she live on the earth?
First published in Native Skin, and then reprinted in The Literary Hatchet
Turbo Gran’s Zimmer is right by her side
Her head is tipped back and her mouth open wide
Time was she saved every human alive
On land or in flight or a deep ocean dive
The armchair recliner impossibly old
Just get a new one, she’s often been told
She never spent money on night cream for wrinkles
All her spare cash went on sauces and sprinkles
Kids loved her ice cream, they also loved Gran
They barely believed that she fought like a man
But now she lies still, with the cat she likes best
Turbo and Nitro, two heroes at rest
But when her phone rings and it’s screen comes alight
She opens one eye and prepares for the fight
Thus, when the call comes, she stands firm and steady
It seems then, Dear reader, she’ll go when she’s ready.
We say goodbye to Thomas Moore
Whose diligence raised funds galore.
This national hero rose to fame
Whilst pacing with his zimmer frame.
26.01.2022
"Seconded Away"
The Primary input
third person,you were I,
you were seconded away
the interloper sashayed
laughed victorious through lies
stole the gift given to you
from your mother line
a mother to a mother to a child
dead - born, 18/09
The True Mother never dies
A message to the child
a wrinkle in time
You are you
yet you are mine
I’m programmed
in your heart,
I am seated forever, always in your mind,
read and receive
LOVE
no matter the force kept Pretender's
bribes and standard pantomime
A mother in a mother in a child
Souls matched perfectly
Your story among the forgotten pages to find
Here find your story
For all time
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
ljb/llb/gvlm
Hans Zimmer – "Time" - (Magdelayna Remake)
https://youtu.be/1oBkoiMEhVI
The Gardener
She’s twenty-three and he’s eighty-six
He walks with a Zimmer, she watches Netflix
He has a mansion and a Maserati car
She has her diamonds and uplifting bra
They have a gardener, Chatterley like
He calls her miss, she calls him Mike
The Zimmer frame plods, slow to react
The house has a mystery, lover’s pact.
She shops online for all she desires
Mike cuts the wood, mends fences, builds fires
The Zimmer makes its way until out of sight
She fills up with chocolate, champagne and sprite
Mike is now naked stripped to the bone
The Zimmer appears a long way from home
The Gardener obliges and helps him undress
Kissing together out of sight of the press
She buys designer clothes, Armani, Dior
He is quite happy when she asks for more
The paperazzi claim, she’s dug up her gold!
Zimmer loves the gardener his story’s untold.
David Cox 17/06/20
One hundred laps Captain Tom did walk,
His zimmer leading on,
Determined and heroic,
Until his task was done.
This centenarian soldier,
Who’d served his country well
Vowed he would join the other heroes,
And the virus they’d repel.
He’d lead the fight just as before,
When fighting’s what they did best,
And urge them on while putting first,
His frail body to the test.
What glorious thoughts went through his mind,
What memories of days gone by,
We mere mortals can only guess,
At the battles in his mind’s eye.
Such men as these make countries great,
And Medics all that he speaks for,
We see them rise above the rest,
And feel humbled to the core.
Happy Birthday Captain Tom.
The waves are coming in
The sound of the water is all but familiar
I would let it touch my skin
I would let it wash me away from the world forever
As I held my breath and sunk into
I was swallowed with the world shut away
Given a chance to imagine anew
I was given an exacted moment to know I’m okay
And I never felt more alive being so enclose
Feeling so weightless with waters so heavy upon
Just a while more yet no longer... I rose
Revealing once again to the world I don’t belong
How long can I hold my breath under water?
How long more can I survive the world we build?
There is no need to really be better...
Simply a need to feel... and be real
The waves are washing out
I will hold my breath one more time
Will the waters wash away my doubt
To once more emerge... what will I find?
.............................
Genre: life
Song: Early Morning Fog by Hans Zimmer
FINDING LOVE IS NOT AS EASY AS ABB
It’s hard to find love in your twilight years
I've got a blue rinse,
but still seek a prince!
It’s hard to find love when you’re past your best
I’ve got aches and pains,
and varicose veins!
It’s hard to find love in this small care home
All the men are old,
doddery or bald!
It’s hard to find love with few men around
Had my eyes on Heath,
he had his own teeth!
It's hard to find love when choices are slim
Ted is such a hunk,
sadly he's a monk!
It’s hard to find love as I walk so slow
From my zimmer frame,
I shout out his name!
It’s hard to find love, when men don’t respond
I’ve lived here a year,
perhaps they can’t hear!
In time I found love, my children went mad
My husband’s named Bill -
cut kids out my will!
As Easy as ABB
Sponsor Nina Parmenter
12/30/18
Ageing.
Hearing going fast,
Teeth already gone.
Eyes are squinting,
Hair needs tinting.
Thoughts are straying,
What are they saying?
Back has a twinge,
Need a hip hinge.
Knees seem to click,
Time to get a stick.
Got to get a bit slimmer,
Before I need a zimmer.
Fingers keep locking,
Need an elastic stocking.
Toes get the cramp,
Undies get damp.
Forgot what comes next,
Must be why I get vexed.
Starting to nod my head,
Hot cocoa and bed.
G'nite.
© Dave Timperley 28/09/2018
"I love you more than breakfast"
(I said on our first date)
You thought that I said "Brexit",
and punched me in the face!
?It wasn't like you had a view.
You didn't really care.
But every time you heard the word,
it made your nostrils flare.
?The first time we heard Davis speak,
he mentioned "Brexit" twice.
You screamed and then karate chopped
your deluxe custard slice.
At other times you were quite shy,
friendly, mild and kind.
Our relationship grew stronger
as our hopes and dreams aligned.
We bought a flat together,
but couldn't watch the news,
and never bought a paper
in fear of Johnson's views.
The neighbours were confused at first,
as when they said the word,
you'd want to drop-kick something,
like an ornamental bird.
You rugby tackled Zimmer Frames,
and slid on every table.
It didn't matter if you heard
Corbyn, May or Cable.
Then one day you heard the word,
and didn't get upset.
You didn't want to kick a hedge,
or fight a football net.
The word no longer caused you,
to get annoyed and terse;
but then you heard Trump make a speech,
and you acted ten times worse!
My Daddy was a Music Man.
His DNA is in my soul.
I was born with dancing feet.
With music, I am never alone.
I imagine when I'm eighty.
Struggling to move along.
If I hear that rhythm,
my zimmer will be gone!.
Do not mock the Zimmer frame
Do not mock the Zimmer frame and those crutches two.
As both of them are useful, they are, I’m telling you.
Had I a Zimmer frame, a few months ago.
My dead leg would not have let me down.
It really would not have you know.
Then have this blinking broken leg, I would not, you know.
Now my transport’s joined me, needs a new clutch, you see.
That will break the back of me, I mean that money-mentory.
So if you have any to spare, please send some to me!
Better still, buy a book or two.
So words I wrote can entertain you.
Or better still, you could send them, to someone you don’t like.
Of course send them anonymously to those friends, that you do not like!
Otherwise to make them laugh, let them know who you are.
And later they might do the same to you.
As would know where my books are.
And that’s all here, I’ll say to you.
About my Zimmer frames and crutches two.
PS. Now my wheelchair’s front left wheel wobbles at slow speeds of course.
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