Farewell To Daniel

Bleak sky, grey and menacing, on this winter’s morn

Icicles and snow blanket the earth

Birds are silent showing great respect; they just bow their heads

To honour his spirit now at peace

Too young and vital to depart this world

How sad to witness his family mourn – the Angels now will take good care

To protect his ‘being’ somewhere in the universe

We will remember him fondly as we say goodbye

Our glasses we will raise as high as the sky

We will watch you being embraced and cocooned

As the Angels lift you gently into their arms

Your friends will look after your dear wife

We will share our memories today with her

Don’t worry, Daniel, we will nurture her through this journey…

 

 

 

 

DILEMMA

 

WANDERING IN THE WILDERNESS FAR AND WIDE

YEARS OF NO DIRECTION AND VERY LITTLE PRIDE

TORTURED MIND WITH NO HELP, OR CARE

TRAPPED INSIDE THIS CHAOTIC LAIR

WHAT IS THE ANSWER FOR FREEDOM TO COME

THE COFFERS ARE BARE, TOO MUCH OF A COSTLY SUM

MY BOOMERANG HAS BEEN LAUNCHED INTO THE ABYSS

A THOUSAND SUNS SHINE AND MAKES A WISH

MAGNETIC FORCES PLAY A PART

TO RETURN MY BOOMERANG BACK TO MY HEART

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

SEASONS

                     

SPRING

 

DAFFODILS AND TULIPS, DAISIES AND MORE

SONGBIRDS AND ROBINS COME KNOCKING AT YOUR DOOR

LILAC AND HONEYSUCKLE, MIMOSA ABOUND

PEACE IN THIS HAVEN A BEAUTIFUL SOUND

ALL GODS LITTLE CREATURES AWAKE FROM THEIR WINTER SLEEP

BLURRY EYED THEY POKE THEIR HEADS OUT OF THEIR HABITAT TO TAKE A PEEK

IT’S SAFE TO COME OUT NOW THE WISE OLD FOX INFORMS

THE HEAT IS ON AND THERE’S FOOD GALORE – COME ON OUT LADS THERE’S SCRAPS ON THE LAWN

AS THE SEASONS CHANGE, THE ARAB STALLIONS IN THE MEADOW WATCH WITH CURIOSITY, THEN CARRY ON CHEWING AS THEY OBSERVE

WINTER STORIES ARE LONG SINCE TOLD – CHILDREN PLAYING IN A BUDDING NEW WORLD

BBQ’S ARE CLEANED AND READY TO GO

LET’S HOPE WITH OUR INCLEMENT WEATHER IT DOESN’T STILL SNOW

SPRING IS THE BEGINNING OF NEW LIFE, NEW HOPE, AND MAYBE NEW LOVE

A GIFT FROM THE UNIVERSE OR MAYBE FROM GOD

WHOEVER INVENTED THE SEASONS, I DO NOT KNOW

TAKE HOLD WITH BOTH HANDS AND PLANT AND SOW

GRAB LIFE TODAY IN THIS SEASON OF SPRING

NATURE IS A WONDERFUL THING!

 

(c) CAROLYNN RAYMENT

 

 

 

FAREWELL NOTE TO EDWARD

 

Beyond our skins

To a place where dreams begin

Though your lips are no more than a kiss away

A future together is besieged with fear, and yet, I ache for you

We are ghost lovers of a time gone by, prisoners sharing insanity

Sometimes, you are simply two cups of tea, one for you and one for me

A melody of musical strings beat quietly and compassionately

There is no other for me – music is the only passion in my life

To clear my confusion of how a good wife should be

I will remember you always, and take you to

A place where dreams began

A war of lust and love

Confusion and turmoil besiege my mind

Though your lips are no more than a kiss away

And your name tastes of desire just like a child wanting cake

For the silence in my eyes can’t confess

If we could go through our days entwined together as lovers’ should

Instead, my chastity is locked away – my repulsion of the ‘act’ haunts me

Makes this time such a lonely place

My love for you is pure

Serene

I love your mind

But lust…!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Mind Matters

CEREBRAL FRAGILITY

 

She gathers up the washing in her trembling hands

Fingering her children’s dirty clothes

Oblivious to her own madness, in her confusion, she stands

Make some tea, or maybe butter a scone

Her good life is a mystery; she has no recall

Her emotions and sense of ‘being’ had long since gone

Lionel watches his stricken wife – as she dances across the floor

Perhaps a day of clarity, rare, but, a possibility

Or improbability

They used to waltz together, sometimes very slow

Expected to grow old into their dotage

Aah…sweet memories seem such a long time ago

Her offspring are in denial of her delicate state

Protecting themselves from her terrible fate

 

HAUNTED: WRITTEN FOR INK WELL WRITERS’ GROUP

African Woman

 

 

Legend has it that Black Aggie haunts the London Underground

Her ghostly figure floats up and down from Baker Street to Westminster

Commuters have seen her and screamed with fear, without a sound from their wide open mouths

Terrified they run and hide and wail with fear

She is seen hovering in mid-air at the Station Clock

Who is she waiting for, and why here?

Fables from time gone by say she was the mistress

Of an eminent English Lord who scorned her for a white Beauty

In 15th Century Africa the curse of an abandoned Sorceress would be the demise

Of any would-be Lothario or Debauchee

Her black Magic spell was cast as he paraded at the station with his new love

Just beneath the station clock she watched him fall

Her laugh echoed across ancient lands

The Goddess of hell fire – will forever haunt THAT DEAR OLD LORD…