Glass Painting

 I  remember  the  early  morning  mist  in  the  city  riding  a  bike  over  the   streets  of  cobbles.

The sun burns away the haze, no cars, just people walking quietly to fulfil their monotonous days.

That was long ago, now things have altered,  the cobbles have gone, cars are her, and people 

hurry on.

The morning mist is soft and quiet like a painting that Hopper might do.

It takes me back to memories of autumn days and idle thoughts of you.

Music runs through my head like the soundtrack to my life, I retrace the lost footsteps of my 

youth, listening for the sound of your voice.

The passed is like a long-dead stranger whispering in my ear, telling me thing I already know, 

things I don't need to hear.................

Eos heri, Me hodie, Tu cras..........

 

                                                                Them

We left them in their boxes, we left them at the grave our Grannies and Grandads with all their yesterdays.  But we were young and didn't care we had our lives to live, so to their wakes we did go too talk of things they did,  their golden age their Camelot but all too soon......... They're all forgot.

                                                               Me

It's my turn now, I see the look from Nephews and Nieces.  They see me go walking slow with shallow breath and wheezes.  I know one day without a care they'll leave me in my coffin, and off they'll trot to reminisce of all my ways and teases. But as times rolls on they'll remember me...But not so very often.

                                                               You

But soon, "Time that creeps in this petty pace" will tap you on your shoulder, your nearest and dearest will see you're looking older.  Family members and acquaintances will stand around your casket, and off they go to talk and laugh at the ways you once enchanted.  But they are young without a care and have their lives to live.  And off they'll go and you will also be forgotten........

So it was them yesterday, me today, and you tomorrow.  And we'll all together in this "Land of lost content".  Where bones aren't stiff, flesh not feeble and nothing to lament.  Throw away your walking sticks for here we have no scars.  I'll be with all my family, and I'll dance among the stars........

                                        Them yesterday,     Me today,     You tomorrow............

 

The Green Man

 In the woods of Chelmsley, before the housing estate

The Celtic God Cernunnos resided in that place.

And in that wood my friends and I at the time of Halloween

Go among the silver birch to look for Jack-in-the-Green.

We knew he's hiding in there in full view but still unseen.

With Mab or Titania, or some other Fairy Queen.

Jack, links us to our pagan past a spirit of the ancient woods,

As old as time his dance of life the steps we'd follow, if we could.

Through the paths of wandering fern into groves of old oak trees,

Sunlight shining through the branches, a dazzling carpet of green leaves.

In there The Green Man concealed;    The moustachioed green eyed esprit............

The Pharaoh Rocher

 As I walked this morning with the smell of caramel lingering like the gentle mist of orange,

upon a Terry's all gold.

I went to see my confectioner for my Candy Bars and Smarties and he told me only sugar free

chocolate can be sold.

This I can't believe I said, I can't believe this trade is dead, you can not abandon tools like that,

your stainless bowls or silpat  mat.

Oh great father of the Hershey Bar ever since I was young I breast fed along with M&Ms Truffles'

and things that stained my tongue.

I lost some teeth to chewy treats, Lollipops and boiled sweets, acquired a taste of Nougat,

and some bonbons that are bittersweet.

And now you ask that I should watch no children's teeth to slowly rot, what kind of words

are these to hear from a chocolatier who the dentist fears....................

Now there seems no reason for me to carry on, in this land with no Woolworths for me

to buy Bonbons.

I'm lonely and it's quiet and the woke brigade is coming, so I think it's time to sling my hook

and cease my senseless moaning.

Soon I'll go to fairy dairyland where Toblerones are free, and Cadbury's Wispa Gold Bar

is only made for me.

Where a cascading fondue fountain is something to behold, and death to this old curmudgeon

comes,          with a vegan roll......................................

You Me and Him

       

 



Born within weeks of each other you me and him.

Played in the streets together you me and him.

First day at school together Miss Mavis our teacher name,

learnt the lessons of life together you me and him.

Ten years at school together you me and him.

Different friends we made together you me and him,

we all left school together had jobs not careers,

we went to the clubs together you me and him.

We all had girlfriends together you me and him,

you had the beautiful one fancied by me and him.

I got the clever one, him, the athlete.

A new future lay ahead for us. You me and him.

We've all grown old together you me and him.

We're in our declining years now you me and him.

One by one friends have gone,

we've had a good inning, so they say.

I wonder who'll be first to go. You me or...........him?

Dark Water

 

Out of my dream from dark water she comes bringing her light to lighten the day.

Morning light slowly brightens the room lazy thoughts lead my mind astray

from a half forgotten tune.

I think of you in your school girl garb with a satchel upon your back.

Riding the bus a tuppenny fare off to school without a care.

In my mind I see you there tall and thin with plaited hair.

Where was I, in life's morning march when mornings

were pearly pink.

Off to school to learn of things and write with pen and ink.

Vasco da Gama, the Cape of Good Hope, the history of Kings of old.

Assembly's held in the school hall with bible stories told.

In the darkest hour just before the dawn from dark waters 

comes the light, and my small world is reborn.

Where every day's always the same................but I am always different............ 

The Sopranos

  

The beast in me is caged by frail and fragile bars, restless by day and by night rants and rages at the stars God help the beast in me.

The beast in me has had to learn to live with pain and how to shelter from the rain and in the twinkling of an eye, might have to be restrained God help the beast in me.

Sometimes it tries to kid me that it's just a teddy bear and even somehow manage to vanish in 

the air, and that is when I must beware of the beast in me. That everybody knows, they've seen him out dressed in my clothes patently unclear if it's New York or New Year, God help the beast in me.