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

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Soldier Boy

KILLING FIELDS

Bombs rain down from a hidden sky
Mortars flying over a blanket of vast terrain
The people are running to find a safe cocoon
NOTHING! Nowhere to hide
Shamal winds shower this desert land
Forecast over Al Jazeerer radio waves
The enemy lines are encroaching on our soldiers to kill, but, the parade of
Elitist service personnel are equipped by far to shoot em dead
Limbs, blood and gore are spread like strawberry jam – the toast is quietly taking its last breath
Silence now – their corpses still
Smell of fear lingers in the air
Army vehicles convoy back to base
Head count in – all safely home
Just doing their job for Queen and Country
Job done!
I see in his eyes he’s brave and proud
A gentle soldier with the love of mankind
Just doing his job
Of the worst kind…

FRIGIDITY

ICE MAIDEN

His burning desire to de-flower his new bride
Longing like a lost name
Thrust aside your disgust my chosen one
Allow this male domain exploding with testosterone into the warmth
Of your empty vessel
Enflamed passion is bursting like Dante’s hell
That no tongue has learnt to tell
Cast aside your fear my love, I will be as gentle as a Mother’s love
Jurassic pebbles large or small
Will keep our secret to eternity
Just like the moon and stars – they will not tell either
Be free to explore our nakedness and wild desire
The promise you made was to love me, not just from your head and heart
Your body, so beautiful, nubile and pure
Will melt our love into a silent pool of passion
Dovetailed, we will go on through the universe, not riddled with the smell of fear or calamity
But, my love, we will dance like new budding flowers
The colour of true love and joy

CEREBRAL FRAGILITY

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
Today her emotions and sense of ‘being’ have 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 seems such a long time ago
Her offspring are in denial of her delicate state
Protecting her for always from a terrible fate

UNREQUITED LOVE. HOMEWORK FOR INK WELL WRITERS’ GROUP

A life time has passed since I last saw your face
Your beauty and strength still haunt me
I wonder where you are today – flying high somewhere in this great universe
I carry your broken heart in my pocket, next to mine
The pain I caused is alien now
If I could travel back in time and mend our shattered dreams…I would
Your pride is immeasurable – too big to forgive. And yet, I am just a whisper away
Why did I leave a comfy chair for a rickety old box?
I have no answer; just regret
Do you recall my love, our life-time pact?
I hear your mellow voice telling me you will be with me in spirit always
We dovetailed like a baby in a mother’s womb; inseparable
Were you blessed with deep love again…did she touch your Soul?
Did she make you laugh; did she do that silly Charlie Chaplin walk; did she?
Today, I long for your love again; just like Dante’s dream
I am without your love, but love knows no laws
This confession may never reach you
The possibility of reconciliation gives me a glimpse of heaven
The impossibility, Dante’s hell…

THE STALKER

Hidden in the shadows he knows where she is
He borrowed her time, just for a while
It wasn’t real – it wasn’t love
Obsessive and possessed mental assault
Erotomania and fixation
Stalking is for the young; isn’t it?
When will the gifts stop?
She must pity this perpetual nuisance and pray he finds solace in his menial life
Has divorce and separation created this threat to the lonely and delusional?
She can empathise, but, cannot condone this behaviour
Where, when, does it end? Is there no pride?
Or, should we pity these mortals who have no love or friendship?
Maybe…

BEAUTIFUL HEART

BEAUTIFUL HEART
Misunderstood by her peers at times – they don’t know her like I do
She’s like a newborn baby – as pure as gold
A sapling waiting to burst
A Philanthropist in the making – Socrates blind hope, pouring of her thoughts freely
Infectious smile and a rainbow of pretty colours
A breath of fresh air – unaffected, and yet, sometimes wild
Her antics are funny and a bit wacky
A mass of human goodness who would sacrifice her heart for the underdog
Each brave soldier laid to rest in the Somme – a terrible war. She stood at their graves and wept.
Her understanding of pain, and others’ sorrow and misfortune, is rare in one so young
Her expression of love is abundant, a scattering of bright stars from the abyss
Maybe she’s a carnation of a Celestial Soul, not from now, from then
Too knowing for a child
Her talents are endless, high jump, low jump, this and that
With a voice like an Angel and yet, she’s humble and full of self-doubt
Her selfless love is our salvation
We are blessed to have her in our lives