Archive for July, 2011

A Sonnet

Those memories of evenings with a friend

need nothing that the memory would spoil,

no  sign that this warm friendship was to end,

not  while we both  did burn the midnight oil.

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There was just laughter as I loved your wit

And you liked mine, the jesting puns  intended

with flick’ring lights as  candles all were lit,

the full round moon  just made it splendid.

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Then  you no more returned  after that Summer

though  not a quarrel was the guilty part

A heart attack, that really was the bummer

apparently you had a weakened heart

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Mem’ries don’t want tears to spoil their grace

Now  you  just faded to a different phase

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in remembrance of my dear friend Corrie , who died 23 years ago

This poem had a former edition, that didn’t have the right flow/rhythm. To rewrite this poem, I had great help and advice from  BelfastDavid (David Agnew) , for which I thank him very much  🙂 !

I am not sure this would be a Shakespearean Sonnet now.  Maybe it is a Sonnet? 🙂

entry for thursdays rally

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My view is a corridor of shuffling feet

~{}~

Now there is no more mind in me

My view is  a corridor of shuffling feet

Even my name has gone from me

Where  days go by in  painful beat

 .

My view is a corridor of shuffling feet

So much I do know : I am here

Where days go by in painful  beat

This is beginning or my end is near

 .

So much I do know:  I am here

Maybe someone will come to see me

This is beginning or my end is near

I do not think that they would leave me

 .

Maybe someone will come to see me

Do I have family that you know?

I do not think that they would leave me

Maybe tomorrow home I’ll go

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Do I have family that you know?

There probably was a misunderstanding

Maybe tomorrow home I’ll go

I will just wait for them here on the landing

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 There probably was a misunderstanding

Even my name has gone from me

I will just wait  for them here on the landing

Now there is no more mind in me

~{}~

 My mother spent the last years of her life in  a home.

I don’t know  what she and the other people there thought as they forgot the words to speak

but I think it must have been something like this.

Not gone

~{}~

Everything you  did

remains

and will be kept inside our memories

safely tucked way for ever

Of all you said and all you made

nothing is gone

Only your presence here

is done

~{}~

Can I write this down somewhere?

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The best thoughts seem to come to me

when I can’t write

In a wobbly train for instance

or during  a passionate embrace at night

Or while attending  a funeral ceremony

when the coffin enters earth

Or it comes to me whilst giving birth

Maybe the best thoughts then are meant to be forgotten

As they were gotten

from  moments more deserving  to remain

~()~

Hi Postman!

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My son’s room was in need of a cleaning up.

So I decided to take some stuff to the attic,

but because I was going to have  a shower after the job,

I decided to already undress and keep my clothes tidy

 I climbed up the ladder with a box full of kitchen appliances

but then I miss stepped and somehow I ended up here.

So that is why I am lying here naked with  a colander on my head.

Now it is your turn, please explain that  big yellow bird on your shoulder?

~{}~

Night in Dimdum land

When at night, and  Dimdum people sleep,

the elephant and the little dog

go out and about to have some  fun

Of course this can’t be done

when it is light!

As there is a golden rule in Dimdum land that says:

Elephants  and dogs can’t play together!

No! No way! That can’t be right!

It really is  a serious matter!

The King has said it is a crime,

The minister, the duke, the pope

all say: “Keep them creatures  on a rope!”

But nothing can be done about it

When it is night in Dimdum land

There they go play in the sand

As no one can keep friends  apart

Not when the night still has a heart…

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entry for bluebells short story slam for children

Together we are strong!

My friend is stronger than me

but when we play together

two elephants we seem to be

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He  is my friend, you see

and it doesn’t matter

that he is much stronger than me

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So maybe he is very big and tall

but he never says he minds I’m not

nor  that for an elephant I am too small

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My friend is wiser than me

He can write every letter

But he can’t rhyme words like me

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So don’t say:  “you are just a dog” to me

No one can tell me to be otherwise

I am an elephant if I so  want to be

When I am with my friend who’s taller

I also am an elephant,  just smaller

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entry for bluebells short story slam for children

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