29 Aug 2017

The Donkey's Tale

I've seen it all, I've seen it all
while waiting, stood against this wall
still waiting here come spring, come fall
just waiting for my Master's call

all donkeys wait, all donkeys wait
our sad eyes look and contemplate
each face that passes, 'tis our fate
to see Him - we'll not hesitate

each jen and jack, each jen and jack
to gladly bear Him down the track
no matter what, to hell and back,
with bridle slack, with bridle slack

I'm just an ass, I'm just an ass
but all His Glory will amass 
I'll wait here patient 'till the last
and all He promised comes to pass

I've seen it all, I've seen it all
while waiting, stood against this wall
I'm waiting here come spring, come fall
just waiting for the Master's call

28 Aug 2017


on the sand sea lions wait
lonely males without a mate 
oyster catchers strut their stuff
keeping their distance


Sea sings aloud a constant song
of rushing gravel all night long.
As waves curl inward to the land
the moon reveals a foaming band
that stretches far along the shore.
Then ocean claims it back once more.

Such restless movement, never still,
salt spray upon my window sill,
while in my dreams there comes a day
when surging tides drag me away
to join for all eternity
those whispered secrets of the sea.

13 Aug 2017

Getting over it

weak for the sight of you
my heart just aches with tears
whatever I may do 
all surely sense my fears

such sorrow knows no friend
but slowly hours will pass
'til day comes to an end
and I'm alone at last 

to read some book at length
and search for what I need
to cheer and give me strength
so I no longer bleed

A poem written for a contest asking for words often deemed poetically weak!

Alliteration and Acrimony

Armageddon activates
annihilation awaits
- are any attending?

alarming arrays
and arresting affrays
autocrats amending?

as angels accord
an acrid award
ashes are ascending

NOTES: Armageddon - a dramatic and catastrophic conflict, especially one seen as likely to destroy the world or the human race

'Bout me and Jesus

Jesus wants me for a sunbeam?
What a fun dream
When I was young
Life just begun

Follow his steps on the right path
And for top prize
My shining eyes
See paradise?

Jesus wants me for a sunbeam?
I don't think so.
In fact, I know -
He's told me.
So .....

14 Jul 2017

Good (Porcine) News

Back at the sty we chew the fat
- discussing all the latest news
I'm reading up 'bout this and that
but mindful of my P's and Q's

(The other guys all like my take on
what gives within the world of trotters,
- what we must do to save our bacon
from all those barbeque-ing rotters!)

What! Smoke-house shares gone down the pan?
That's excellent if it is true
Sales AND production down in Spam?
By George, we'll raise a glass or two!

Must invite the lad's round for a dig
or meet them at The Laughing Pig .....

4 Jul 2017


where escape routes were none
where there was nowhere to run
where the flames lit the sky
where they prayed not to die 

how they screamed while we cried
how come so many died
how come nowhere to turn
how come 'jump or you'll burn'

what a loss for those living
what they feel - unforgiving
what horrors they saw
what hell can hurt more

who fought against flames
who's still searching for names
who still digs where fire laid them
who was it betrayed them

why were people not heard
when they passed on the word
where those dangers might lie
- who turned a blind eye?

25 Jun 2017

A Perfect Love

she lived alone in her small flat 
and hoped that she might meet some day
someone who'd love her (and her cat)
- a perfect love in every way

each day while waiting for the bus
she'd tell herself that come what may
she'd find 'the one', become an 'us'
- a perfect love in every way

it mattered not if he were small
(tall men are snapped up first they say)
as long as he would come to call
- a perfect love in every way

one night while waiting in the rain
"Let's share a cab" she heard him say
he liked her and he made it plain
- a perfect love in every way

such happiness now filled her life
they saw each other every day
he asked her would she be his wife
- a perfect love in every way

through all the years she'd not forget
the lonely times when life was grey
those endless days until she met
- a perfect love in every way

Sentimental Journey (Oldies Songs)

I'm sailing on my "sentimental journey",
"you'll never know" but "all I have to do is dream".
"My heart tells me" I'm "swinging on a star", but 
"in the blue of evening" things are not quite what they seem

Please hear "my prayer", "don't treat me cruel", "I beg of you". 
"You always hurt the one you love" and then I'll "cry".
Just "love me tender" - that is all you need to do, 
"I've got my love to keep me warm" and "I'll get by".

"If" "everybody's somebody's fool" and
"some enchanted evening" "smoke gets in your eyes",
I'll still sail on that "sentimental journey"
"Can't stop loving you" when you're my "ticket to ride".

Simply Delish (Monotetra)

oh berries bright, what joy you bring
with ripened fruit at end of spring
your flavour seems a wondrous thing
you are the king, you are the king

you shelter under leaves of green
I find and pick you hid within  
then juices sweet as nectarine
run down my chin, run down my chin

this summer fruit is tops you see
for colour, taste and symmetry,
lush strawberries with cream for tea
- delish for me, delish for me


a magician with commitment
displaying charm and artistry
he creates a fine illusion
and decorates it just for me

maybe he's a ventriloquist
and puts his name upon my tongue
but despite my shy resistance
it's been engraved there all along

ethereal whispers tell me
I'm too vulnerable by far
yet I like his perseverance
could be I'll find that shooting star


each night I walk down dusty paths
thick stands of trees on either side
hear wildness padding close behind
soft footfalls scuffing at the leaves

there's beauty in his lordly stripes
lips sneering as he bares his teeth
no-one to help, no place to hide
this stalker bides his time to leap

we've played the scene so many times
by now we should be bosom friends
but terror's strength still holds me tight 
his bite might be my story's end

18 Jun 2017

Life with Cats

cats for life and our life with cats
- they've come to us in many hats
each different yet just the same
personalities in all but name

from moggies to fine Tonkinese
they've loved us but done as they please
demanding food at dead of night
or shouting 'bout some fall or fight

amusing us with funny ways
their antics make us laugh for days
they've brought us gifts that weren't quite nice
like lizards legs or headless mice

they've talked to us in their cat speak
had endless fun with hide and seek
they've rubbed and purred to show they care
clawed at the rugs and scratched the chair

curled up on laps with eyes of love
not wanting us to make a move
we've loved them 'til their day was done
and miss them each and every one

27 May 2017


When casting off we have no fears, 
with youth and strength we're fortified.
Inside we're older than our years,
our dreams have yet to be denied.

Flags flying we set sail at speed,
horizons beckon far ahead,
of compasses we have no need,
forgetting all our parents said.

Foul winds may blow us far off course
yet breasting all those waves with zest,
no time to stop and feel remorse,
we'll tell ourselves it's for the best.

We hit the doldrums now and then
- time hanging heavy on our hands.
Such stagnant doleful days are when
we feel no other understands.

But then a fresh new breeze will start,
and ease us forward carefully,
as gladly we again take heart,
and launch ourselves against life's sea.

Yet over time strength fades away
until at last there is no more
and inwardly we spend our days
just drifting to that unknown shore.

16 May 2017

Facial Recognition

Is this the face that's best left hid from view,
of those who feel themselves a better race,
who've never thought to question all they knew,
is this the face?

While caught up in their lives of keeping pace,
their main intent to get all that's their due,
the rights of others never reaching through.
Is this the face?

Not wondering if what they hear is true,
no reaching out to see if it's the case,
such mindless hate can be a heady brew.
Is this the face?

FORM ..... a SonnetyRondel.  This is a form invented by Lisa Morris, aka Streambed on Allpoetry, which uses the rentrement (the first phrase of Line 1) as a refrain:

Stanzaic: Four quatrains
Metric: Iambic pentameter and di-meter
Rhyme Scheme: abaB baaB abaB

15 May 2017

In her heart a maiden

what does it matter come the day
it’s only chatter what they say
she’s had her life, she’s old and grey
mad as a hatter anyway

she turns her head with a muted cry
to hear these words as they pass by
she knows how fast the years can fly
how all life's plans can go awry

her winter feet now feel the chill
all steps become an act of will
but she can bear life’s bitter pill
while in her heart a maiden

12 May 2017


a layer of cobwebs
sticks to my fingers like candy floss
but does not taste of strawberry
sitting stale and bitter on my tongue
yet cannot be swept aside

patinas develop on surfaces
reflecting only blurred images
the true grain of the wood is lost
polishing no longer an option
cobwebs gather


a poppy seed flies in the wind
and landing lightly on the earth
lies waiting for sun's energy
to germinate and give it birth

a droplet falls from rainy skies
weak sunlight warming with its rays
until in spring new growth begins
it's bloom sublime on summer days

blood red a field of poppies shine
each one a hundred others yield
these symbols ever in our hearts
of all who died on Flanders field

Hotter than July

in fields of golden grasses dry and tall
cicadas singing lazily as one
the air so hot no will to move at 

as languidly we stroll out in the sun

no other living creatures can we see
but seeking respite shade beneath a tree
a small brown bird alights and sweetly sings

as hot leaves sigh he flutters dusty wings

NOTES - Rispetto, an Italian form of poetry, is a complete poem of two rhymed quatrains with strict meter. The meter is usually iambic tetrameter with a rhyme scheme of abab , ccdd

29 Apr 2017

A Farewell

I watched alone by sunlit edge
of pond and meadow touching hands
those flirting leaves that twitched and swirled 
gold dessication incomplete

while water ruffling to shore
beneath bowed willows' trailing arms
pushed tender shards of russet brown
to curl contentedly in reeds

no harsh sounds to be heard that day
for everything seeming hushed and still
but autumn whispered in the breeze
and summer hummed a sad farewell

2017 © Lesly Frances Finn

24 Apr 2017

Point me to the cliche!

Who doesn't like to sneer at a cliche?
Although pound for pound cliches don't count for much
here I can write as many as I like - a double whammy
Or a winning combination!

Let me call a spade a spade.......
this could separate the wheat from the chaff,
or have I merely shot myself in the foot!
Only time will tell!

I may seem like an okay sort of guy
(does the Pope wear a funny hat?)
and have both oars in the water
but who would know?

Let's be honest, this was a half-baked idea
but even a blind squirrel finds an acorn once in a while
and I thought I would have a shot.
Although I won't hold my breath!

With tongue firmly planted in cheek
I've put my best foot forward -
in this life if you snooze, you lose

So here's looking at you, kid!

19 Apr 2017

Paying Attention

it's time to move he says
can't have you falling down the stairs
at every chance you get
....... attention seeking

our home is perfection she says
looking out over the ocean
other houses hidden from view
....... and no barking dogs

but they start looking anyway
at hutches and rabbit warrens
neighbours within spitting distance
....... as they nearly all are

they explore all city suburbs
short list their preferences
a few streets here and there
....... not many fit the bill

they consider a retirement village
a ghetto for the elderly 
while watching their net worth dwindle
...... but the children approve

Yes they must do something
sooner rather than later
before one of them carks it
....... attention seeking