A call to verse

Re: A call to verse

Postby daffyd » Sun Jun 03, 2012 7:45 pm

Here is a tester for your hallucinary powers

THE PASSING OF A NIGHT

The deep dark velvet cloak of night
Is coaxed gentle from the room
By dawn’s bright and searching fingers
Spreading silently in the gloom.
Illuminating corners with the light
Of yet another day,
Lifting the veils of darkness
In a firm, persistent way.
Painting with a silent brush
The morning’s colours on the wall,
The Sun having prepared this wondrous stage
Awaits the wakening of us all.
A brilliant ball of fire
Dispensing warmth and light
Beckons us to open our eyes
And say goodbye to night


Nocturnal creatures scurry back
Into their crevices or lairs.
Fruit bats fly in on leathered wings
Having gorged on Nature’s wares.
The wise old owl returns to her brood
With the catches of the night,
The firefly having secured a mate
Extinguishes her light.
Dawn’s elongated fingers move
Causing cracks in the night sky.
The early birds try out their voice
Then stretch their wings and fly
As vanguards for the approaching day
Heralding both dawn and light,
And as the darkness recedes into the earth
Witness, the passing of the night.



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Re: A call to verse

Postby daffyd » Tue Jun 05, 2012 8:09 pm

There are people of a certain age that know about, and can remember 'The Clothesline' It preceded Facebook, Twitter, Text
and yet contained a great deal of information. It was delivered of an almost fatal blow when 'Tumble Driers' were invented.
For those of you who have no idea about which I am talking....let me explain with this poem, author unknown!


THE CLOTHESLINE.

A clothesline was a news forecast, to neighbours passing by,
There were no secrets you could keep, when clothes were hung to dry.
It also was a friendly link, for neighbours always knew
If company had stopped on by, to spend a night or two.
For then you'd see the "fancy sheets", and towels upon the line;
You'd see the "company table cloths", with intricate designs.

The line announced a baby's birth, from folks who lived inside,
As brand new infant clothes were hung, so carefully with pride!
The ages of the children could, so readily be known
By watching how the sizes changed, you'd know how much they'd grown!
It also told when illness struck, as extra sheets were hung;
Then nightclothes, and a bathrobe too, haphazardly were strung..

It also said, "On vacation now", when lines hung limp and bare.
It told, "We're back!" when full lines sagged, with not an inch to spare!
New folks in town were scorned upon, if wash was dingy and grey,
As neighbours carefully raised their brows, and looked the other way.

But clotheslines now are of the past, for dryers make work much less.
Now what goes on inside a home, is anybody's guess!
I really miss that way of life, it was a friendly sign
When neighbours knew each other best.
By what hung out on that line.




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Re: A call to verse

Postby daffyd » Fri Jun 22, 2012 9:16 pm

Time to Think

I was sitting here this evening, lounging in my favourite chair, when my mind, it took to wandering, snatching snippets from the air. The kaleidoscope of pictures were amazing to behold, until I honed in to just one thought, “Hey lad, you’re getting old!” For you see I had been reviewing things that had happened in my past, and when I’d brought myself up to date, that thought had been my last.

Time plus relativity, can mean a myriad of different things. Time when you are short of it, just flies as if on wings. Yet time, when you are waiting seems to walk with leaden feet, time for me now is just a measure to keep things nice and neat.For you see I have to fill each day, as many mortals do, with sleep and work and leisure time, I’m sure it’s the same for you.


Sleep for me is not easy, I have a hyperactive mind and after the chores of the day are done, I find it difficult to unwind. Leisure, well now that’s a laugh, how many activities are there for one? Unless you have a partner with whom can you share the fun? Oh yes you can come up with a thousand things, for someone like me to do, coupled with a thousand reasons and I’m sure for you they’re true.


But then that’s true for you dear friend, not necessarily me, for each of us are different with our own idiosyncrasies. It’s easy to advise someone from a position that’s safe and sound. What would YOU make of such advice when your spirit is on the ground? It happens, there are a few of us who ‘exist’ in this unnatural way. The reasons they are complex, but we get by....... day by day.


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Re: A call to verse

Postby daffyd » Sat Jun 30, 2012 8:23 pm

The Rickshaw Man


Impulse is a fresh horse
So ride him whilst you can
The future is an empty glass
Waiting to be filled, by man.
You must try and walk the narrow trail
And not ride the shandryan.
Use wise the cloak of familiarity
As does the rickshaw man.

Each hour is new and uncertain
Each day your own to fill
Avoid the devouring limelight
As does the small whippoorwill.
To the hungry, egg, is chicken
So to the poor give what you can
Hide not your spoor on the narrow trail
For who sees the rickshaw man?

When the paper lantern lights the road
Walk not in crooked ways
Beseech the gods to walk with you
And watch o’er the sheep that strays.
The pack that hunts must share the kill
The lonely tiger hunts to plan
Running swiftly with both stealth and skill
Just like the rickshaw man.



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Re: A call to verse

Postby daffyd » Wed Aug 15, 2012 8:30 pm

To One Far Away


May these thoughts of mine reach out to you
And rekindle memories we both shared,
May they reflect the consuming thought
Of a love, we long ago declared.
May the spark of my undying passion
Underline these things I have to say,
Oh how I wish that you were in my arms
Instead of being so far away.

The hand of fate has decreed it
There is nought I can do or say
To the one that holds my eternal love
To the one who's far away.

I exist now in a land of dreams
My only link whilst we're apart
I fashion them so that you're with me
Sharing the love within my heart.
A heavy heart my darling
Nurturing a sorrow that won't go away
The burden of our separation
Increases ten fold every day.

The hand of fate has decreed it
There is nought I can do or say
To the one who holds my eternal love
To the one who's far away.

I long for our re-union
I pray that soon that day will dawn
So that you may reach out with your tender touch
And make whole this heart that's torn.
For the love I have and hold for you
Surpasses more than mere words can say
It is the beacon that lights the path
To one who is far away.

One day we'll be back together
And by your side I'll once more lay
Till then my darling I send my love
To one who's far away.
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Re: A call to verse

Postby daffyd » Wed Aug 22, 2012 7:31 pm

THE PAIN IN EVERY TEAR

The shadow in my heart does lengthen every day
As the sun in my life sinks beneath the hill.
You have gone, I have a thousand words to say
But they all come out, I love you darling, still.
As I wander through the memories of our past
I feel the warmth of you, so close, and at my side
I thought our love was infinite and it would forever last
Now it haunts me and I know not where to hide.

For that love is now one sided
As it roams in search of you
I know not where to guide it
Far less what you are going through.
I just know my heart is aching
Way down deep inside
Your love was for the taking
Now there's pain in every tear that I have cried.

The shadow in my heart blocks out the light
Cold fingers grip my soul, and chill my bone,
Fond memories share with me my bed at night
But my days are long, now that I am left alone.
I seek the reassurance that only you my love can give
That all is well, in where you now abide
And with that reassurance, I will try my life to live
And the pain that resides within me I shall hide.

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Re: A call to verse

Postby daffyd » Sat Sep 15, 2012 9:18 pm

Her First Encounter

The scene, please, you imagine,
Make it as simple as can be.
The place, where you prefer it,
The players, he and she.
Position, she was reclining,
Staring at the ceiling up above.
Music, it was piped
The theme was harmony and love.

She whispered, "Will it hurt much?"
"Of course it won't" said he
"It's a very simple process,
Relax, rely on me."
She said, "I'm rather frightened,
I've never done this sort of thing before,
I've been assured there's nothing like it,
When it's over, will I be sore?"

He started to convince her
That it wouldn't hurt a bit,
She finally consented
And then wholly did submit.
Three, four minutes passed by
And neither spoke a word
It was she that broke the silence,
Her voice was rather blurred.

"It is getting rather painful"
The tears were in her eyes.
"It is hurting quite a bit now,
It must be quite a size."
"Now calm yourself my dear" he said
His face betrayed a grin.
"Relax and let it open,
And then I can get right in."

He adjusted his position
And approached her from behind,
Probing, easing gently,
The right spot for to find.
His grip upon her tightened,
He blocked the ceiling from her view,
All that she could think of was
His eyes are azure blue.

"It's coming now" he said to her
"I know" she thought with bliss
"It is quite a funny feeling
When you're lying back like this."
A spasmodic jerk then shook her
She gave a sudden shout
The experience was over,
Thank the Lord it's out.

Having obliged the sweet young lady
She was reminded of his fee
As would any Dentist
Unless your Dentist's free.


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Re: A call to verse

Postby daffyd » Tue Oct 09, 2012 7:35 pm

A Halloween Howler..............

Apocalypse...at the gates of his imagination


He walked into the garden and gazed up into the sky
His face displaying melancholy, a tear formed in his eye,
And as the shadows lengthened the sun began to fade,
He slowly shook his head and sighed as he thought of the plans he’d made.
Lost in thought he stood there staring sightless, at the stars
His mind carried him through galaxies, transported him to Mars.
He rested on a rainbowed cloud that was full of morning dew,
And saw twin moons lying lazily in a dreamy sky of blue.
Way beyond the recumbent moons several horsemen he did espy
Was this in fact the Apocalypse, was he about to die?
Lightning flashed before him, illuminating all around,
Followed by a growling thunder, such a dreadful, eerie, sound.


Sepulchral monuments reared up in the now ebony shadowed sky,
Like a granite forest beneath which, the dead are made to lie.
Fragile barges drifted on through a swirling misty sea,
Ferrying Death from all the worlds, to this galactic cemetery.
For here souls are reincarnated, perchance reborn once more,
Then ferried by these boatmen, according to ancient law,
Back to atone for their sinful ways, so that they may reach a higher plain
And for those of us who do not atone, we’re ferried back and forth again.

Such was the vision shown to him of humanity and its fate,
As he stood alone and terrified at his imagination’s gate.
Had he atoned sufficiently or were his efforts of no avail,
Should he offer up his soul today, dare he cross the veil?
The moment came, then his chance was gone, he stood staring at the sky,
The tear that had formed ran down his cheek, it was not his time to die.
He slowly turned and walked back, the Horsemen circled overhead,
Then they rode off into the darkness, searching for the Dead.


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Re: A call to verse

Postby daffyd » Mon Nov 05, 2012 8:25 pm

COLUMBUS

In those days of yore.....1492
Columbus was looking for something to do
He sought a patron to invest
In a trip he'd planned.....ooh way out west
Queen Isobella liked his persuasive style
And backed his plan for a little while
Come back home on these ships cheerie
With the gold and silver that you promised me.

He sailed forth with three gallant ships
With the promise of gold issuing from his lips
Five weeks into this epic quest
Continually heading, west, Nor/west
Despondency did beset his crew
But Columbus knew just what to do
The first man to call out, 'Land ahead!'
Would be rewarded with silver, and royally fed.


Rodrequez a simple Spanish sailor
Normally shipped in a Norwegian whaler
Was duty bound in the ship's crow's nest
Yelled, 'Land ahoy' and pointed West
'I claim the prize, I want all to know!'
"No way I saw that land four hours ago!"
'Twas Columbus who made this spurious claim
" I claim the prize and so end this game!"

Rodders fumed and cussed and spat
And history has it long after that
That Rodders unable to stand the strife
Dejected, broken, took his own life.
Whilst Columbus claimed immortality
For discovering a place he did not see
His story is legend as is his boast
But he was haunted by Rodders ghost!



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Re: A call to verse

Postby daffyd » Mon Feb 11, 2013 8:11 pm

MY FRIEND SAM....



They came and took my friend from
me a tear rolled down my cheek,
He lost his life at the age of three
who's help will I know seek?
His companionship and love was mine
this devoted friend and aide
He walked with me, be it wet or fine,
we were veterans on parade.


We would leave the bustle of the town
and stroll down by the sea,
He would guide me up the dunes and down,
for I am blind you see.
Our favourite spot was an old pine log
lying on the shore,
The wind, the sea, the sky, my dog,
who could ask for anything more?


I let him run and enjoy his bark
as he played upon the sand
And then he'd take me through the park
and we'd listen to the band.
Sam and I were soul mates true
we were known all over town
He knew by instinct just what to do
and he never let me down.

He'd rest his head upon my knee,
I'd stroke his shaggy hair
He devoted all his life to me
and lifted my despair.
He'd guide me through the shopping mall
right to the very store,
A companion, friend, my only pal,
who could ask for anything more?


Our walks were long and unconfined
yet circuitous just the same
For sand and frolics were on his mind,
he must play his daily game.
I'd slip his lead and off he'd run
while I waited by the log
He'd bark and dig and have his fun,
he'd earned it, good old dog.


Then came that fateful day in May
we set out for our walk,
My dog ran off and began to play
whilst a friend and I did talk.
There was a blast! A bark, a whine,
then silenced reigned once more,
My dog had found an old land mine
a relic of the war.


My sightless eyes just filled with tears
as they led me from the shore,
Our favourite spot now a place of fears
I'd go back there no more.
My darkness now imprisons me
in a tomb of black despair,
Sam was a friend who'd set me free,
who else was there to care?

Forgetful my hand reaches out
to that damp patch on my knee,
Sam's head's not there but without a doubt
that's where it ought to be!
They've laid a plaque in the shopping Mall
outside our favourite store,
To my companion, friend and only pal,
who could ask for anything more?





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Re: A call to verse

Postby dita » Tue Feb 12, 2013 11:36 am

That is so sad a story, but so beautiful.
Made me think.
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Re: A call to verse

Postby daffyd » Tue Feb 12, 2013 10:21 pm

A Mirrored Thought

Staring past my forlorn image
I fell into my tear filled eyes,
Into pools of mysticism,
pools that hold and hypnotise.
Hypnotic scenes confuse my mind,
reflective thought then angers me,
Heavenly eyes are burning brightly,
yet being so blind I cannot see.

Then dark brown eyes encompass me
and warm me in a loving way
Those soft pools of life's reflection,
watching all I do and say.
Those mirrors of remembrance
those orbs of sheer delight
That gaze with love upon me
and watch over me at night.

At times they are full of sorrow,
expressing deep and lasting pain.
Then in a trice they're twinkling,
they are soft and brown again.
I reach out into that mirrored thought
for one more sweet caress
Causing ripples in my reflections,
loose the image, and find distress.

Even now my eyes are brimming
with tears that are tinged with salt
Windmill thoughts run through my mind,
at who's door lies the fault?
I've traced our life together
from the first day that we met
I've relived each loving moment
and yet and yet and yet,
I cannot find a reason
in any single day
Why God in His infinite mercy
Took my darling wife away.

A sweatheart and a mother
with a soul as pure as snow
Was tortured and disfigured,
it's the "WHY" I want to know.
She was the reason for my being,
the beacon of my day,
Without her I am flotsam,
with a lonely role to play.

Returning to the mirror
and the haggard image there
I note how deep the lines are etched,
the fast receding hair,
The puffiness neath dark rimmed eyes,
the pallor of the skin,
Scars of battles fought and lost,
a fight I could not win.

Exhausted and despondent
my body cries for sleep,
I try and rest my tired frame,
but can only lie and weep.
For lonely is this empty house,
and lonelier still my bed,
Even though I lie wherein
once lay my darling's head.

Even now my eyes are brimming
with tear that are tinged with salt
Windmill thoughts run through my mind,
at who's door lies the fault?



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Re: A call to verse

Postby dita » Wed Feb 13, 2013 7:56 pm

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Re: A call to verse

Postby daffyd » Thu Feb 14, 2013 1:05 pm

My Own Sweet Summer Rose

My Own Sweet Summer Rose



There's a picture on my bedside table in a frame that's brown and gold
I haven't had the picture long and the frame's not very old,
But that picture and that picture frame, they mean the world to me,
I keep it close, right by my bed, so that it's the last thing that I see
And as I close my eyes to sleep with that image in my mind,
There is a peace that comes and caresses me and helps me to unwind
It's her quiet smile as I say goodnight that soothes my turmoiled brain
Knowing that after a tranquil night, I'll see that smile again
The comfort is in the knowing that those brown eyes will never close
My bedside guardian angel, my own, sweet summer rose.


I talk to her and tell her how my broken heart does pine,
How the sun no longer warms me, nor for me do night stars shine,
I tell her that the moon she loved has lost its silvery glow
I remind her of our evening walks, for I know she loved them so.
The world is cold without her, a grey and dismal place,
Until I look at that photograph and see that sweet smile upon her face.
For that smile, it brings back memories, it warms my ice bound heart,
It prepares my mind for that hypnotic sleep where lovers never part.
The comfort is in the knowing that those brown eyes will never close,
My bedside guardian angel, my own, sweet summer rose.



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Re: A call to verse

Postby dita » Thu Feb 14, 2013 3:56 pm

My Mums face came to my mind.
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