25 Nov 2016

LOVE SONG (Shadorma)

what to do
what words can I say
to sooth you
to heal you
to take any pain away
and lull you to rest

where love is
surely one can find
the done thing 
that one thing
which leaves loneliness behind
so I'll do my best

I believe
I know the right song
to bring you
and sing  you 
all that love for which you long
here within my breast

The Shadorma is a poetic form consisting of a six-line stanza (or sestet). The form is alleged to have originated in Spain. Each stanza has a syllable count of three syllables in the first line, five syllables in the second line, three syllables in the third and fourth lines, seven syllables in the fifth line, and five syllables in the sixth line (3/5/3/3/7/5) for a total of 26 syllables. A poem may consist of one stanza, or an unlimited number of stanzas (a series of shadormas).

24 Nov 2016

The best medicine

I love to laugh, I kid you not
In fact I chuckle quite a lot
You may find if you see me smile
And clouds have lifted for a while
That I love to laugh

Life see-saws a bit you see
For those with temperaments like me
So when I'm down life is a bore
Yet where there's mirth my spirits soar
For I love to laugh

When black dog comes with all his ills
And I'm told to take those bloody pills
To help me sleep and ease the pain
I'm quite soon bouncing back again
And I love to laugh

One thing's for sure life is a riddle
Can't swim sedately down the middle
When it's a bumpy ride on a choppy sea
For mood-swing people made like me
But I love to laugh


22 Nov 2016


They've so much to answer
So easy to say
Yet personal history
Made them that way

Experience moulded them
They weren't prepared
By some media pundit
Just knowledge shared

Though life threw things at them
They coped best they could
Though some times were bad times
Many were good

Benefit of hindsight
Comes all too late
Living life as it comes
Deciding ones fate

Think how different things were
Not who's to blame
With each generation 
Saying the same

10 Nov 2016


I carried you beneath my heart
To feel you move was such delight
And as you grew so dreams did start
I longed to see and hold you tight
So love is born

When time came for your arrival
And pain came strong in waves at night
Silent prayers for your survival
Ensured that things would be all right
And you were here

I gazed upon your tiny form
Checked all your fingers and your toes
Wrapping you snug to keep you warm
And felt we were so very close
I loved you so

And now you've fled the nest and gone
Your infant days long in the past
Your growing up has all been done
Yet here you are until the last
Inside my heart

8 Nov 2016

From my window

And from my window I can see
So many things that call to me
Trees and shrubs, spring flowers are there
Birds are darting everywhere
Busy nesting come what may
From dawn until the end of day

And from my window I can see
The ocean and it calls to me
Waves breaking gently on the shores
Their whispers turning into roars
On windy nights when gales blow
Their billows shining white like snow

And from my window I can see
A grassy bank and in its lee
Sea-lions lounging out of reach
And rolling on the sandy beach 
One or two, with bodies great
Just lonely males without a mate

And from my window I can see
The river flows beyond the trees
I follow as it starts to wind
From distant hills that lie behind
And just before a rocky ridge 
Trains clatter noisy on a bridge

The low hills rolling high and wide
Far mountains standing side by side
Backdrop to vistas that I know
Sky above with clouds below
And from my window I can see 
So many things that call to me


1 Nov 2016

Mum's legacy

Whatever would my mum have said
If she could see me now
Would she approve the life I've led?

Her words I carry in my head
Of things she would allow
Whatever would my mum have said?

Her wisdom stood me in good stead
Her ways to show me how
Would she approve the life I've led?

No point she'd say in seeing red
No need to start a row
Whatever would my mum have said?

She liked to say 'You've made your bed'
A wrinkle on her brow
Would she approve the life I've led?

If she were here beside my bed
I'd ask she take a bow
Whatever would my mum have said?
Would she approve the life I've led?

Of sadness

I cannot write of beauty
When sadness fills my mind
Why this should be I do not know
I'm not the moping kind
And though I look at lovely things
And wonder at their grace
Those trees, that sea, those starry skies
They're from another place
Not nestled here within my heart
With melancholy signed
I cannot write of beauty
When sadness fills my mind
Yet there'll come a day
Or so it's said
With sad thoughts left behind
There'll be moons and loons
And fairy wings
And joy will fill my mind