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I wanted to bake a cake
but found I had no flour
off to the miller I went
alas he said I have none

the farmer didn't bring
any wheat for me to mill
he asked me to go and see
why he had not been along

I went to see the farmer
but he was laid up in bed
he'd slipped of the ladder
now his back he'd strained

he asked if I could take
his wheat to the mill
so I loaded it in the cart
set off back to the mill

on the way a wheel fell off
so to the blacksmith I went
he said he'd soon be along
when he had shod the horse

soon he came and fixed the cart
once more off I set on my way
the sun shining, we bumped along
until at last at the mill we arrived

the miller was so grateful
all my flour I got for free
I set off for home ready to bake
that cake I had been dreaming of

I lit the oven so it would be hot
the ingredients I started to mix
I added all the dry stuff, alas
I had no eggs just an empty box

to hen coop I went to get some
found six beauties under the hen
she pecked me as I took them
giving a right squawk of disgust

back to the bowl where I added two
whipping the butter into the mixture
added some milk, then poured it out
filling the cake tin three quarters full

Into the oven I put my tin
leaving it to bake slowly
my tummy rumbling as it cooked
at last it was ready, I left it

on the windowsill to cool a bit
while I laid the table for tea
I went to get it to slice it up
alas that wretched hen got there first

As I look in the mirror
I ask myself
Who is she
Could she really be me
How could that be
She looks so sad
Her once pink poutty lips
Have now turned into a frown
What happened to she
This woman staring back at me
Has sad brown eyes
I can see the thin lines
Forming around her eyes
As much as she tries
She can't hide
Those sad brown eyes
She can't
For you see
She's me!!

Its so hard to say farewell
And overcome this
while feeling slightly frightened
Well now what else could I have felt
As you lay there completely still and silenced
So is there a heaven and is there a hell
Were you able to cast your demons out
Are you relieved from all their weight you felt
Or are they still pulling you down

While I'm surveying you my head hangs low
Did all of our prayers earn you a golden halo
Is there a tunnel of abiding light
I really hope that you now feel alive
Just yesterday we were kids in the fifth grade
Today I lay a warrior down inside of his grave
I want to rejoice in all the good times we've had
Instead a tear rolls down my face when I try to laugh
We're taught to suppress emotions and remove fear
But It's because of you that I am still here
I'm so proud to have served with you my friend
But it's time for you to rest now the battle ends
I will always honor your courage and sacrifice
Until we meet again someday on the other side
~ JJF~

My intellect detects...
The things that I select...

I inspect what I inject...
To protect what I project...

I correct what can't connect...
And reflect what can deflect...

I reject all your respect...
I dissect what you protect...

Emotional detector, the supreme protector...
Dissector selector...
Deflector respector...

Corrector connector...
Protector projector...
Injector inspector...
Expect hurt...

A perfect reflector with a painful rejector...
You are the ultimate emotional detector....

Drawn to the privacy of the quiet beach,
And the deafening roar of the waves,
To the mangled shells, and seagull screech,
We surrendered to our bodies, like slaves.

For that seaside was our wild and secret love place,
With our toes we drew hearts in the shale,
A handful of seaweed she smeared in my face,
I splashed water on her bare bosoms pale.

The sea spray bit cold on our naked skin,
As she teased and taunted so well,
Her magnetic curves how they drew me in,
Like the ocean I did seethe and swell.

Goose bumps crawled on our bodies entwined,
As the harsh wind caressed from the South,
We groped for heat from desires combined,
And the warm saline taste of our mouths.

The moonlight danced high as the sea did ebb,
Our spent bodies now bared to the sky,
The traces of our love play on the rippled sandy bed,
Not even the waves could deny.

We lay starkers on the strand, no madding crowds,
Still flirting in the naughty nip,
Our only company the shadows of the clouds,
And the drone of a distant ship.

Alas ! Our bliss was destined to fade,
Ne'er again to converge in the tide,
The moon no more a voyeur to lust displayed,
When mad youths their pleasures not hide.

Memories now so vivid, I could nearly touch,
The tangles in her wild windswept hair,
Or fondle the breasts that I miss so much,
As across the barren beach I stare.

entering life's core
center crust
of existence
tore from limb
to limb
serving in peace
inside the heartache

opening crypts
within the mind
speaks in
its own world
is this life
we live
worth living

naked outside
our being
such bitterness
could turn
the beauty
of joy
into sadness

a battlefield within
oneself could turn
love into hate
pain and suffering follows
overturning happiness leaving
the dreaded darkness
of oncoming doom
words spoken meaningless
full of
empty promises

a forever dream
destroying future plans
one foolish game played
judging one completely
without good reason
down trodden
without mercy
fighting in
the light

your shame
is haunting
turning a sanctuary
into a dark prison
emotions greater
than oneself
found the answers
behind unforgiving
truth in reality
i let you go
with love

the residue of what once was lit,
they even used to make car chassis out of it,
light as a feather, or heavy and dense,
out of one, you could even make a fence......

As I enter the afternoon of life,
I often pause to pay tribute to and to relish special memories…


Kayaking on a gentle African river with my 3-year old daughter,
Reliving the wonder, and awe in her eyes,
Reliving her keen sense of alertness and adventure lighting up her innocent angelic face…
Memories…


Reliving my ten-year old daughter’s first contact lenses,
Witnessing her intent fervency in the eye specialist’s waiting room,
An eager smile dancing on her lips,
A new adventure is about to begin,
And endless love just pouring out of my heart for my little girl…
Memories…


Feeding pigeons in London with my beautiful young wife and only four daughters at the time, two more were destined, two strapped to my wrists and two strapped to hers,
Magical moments, shared intimately with the one you love and with the unfathomably delightful fruits of our love, four round faces, this time up in arms at the indignity of being leashed to parents’ wrists,
But the pigeons slowly thaw the ice and heavy little hearts are soon cavorting around doing air-acrobatics with feathered friends…
Memories…

Collecting sunflowers on a soft Sunday afternoon in a rural African town with the woman soon to be my bride, marveling still that I heard the enchanting ‘yes’ to my question, thus sparing me from petrification of heart,
Proudly watching her lithesome body and nimble fingers plucking sunflowers, dozens and dozens of them, they were splashed everywhere that Tuesday at our wedding, in celebration of the joint life we were about to begin, with their big, open, yellow smiles…
Wow! What a wonderful woman she was,
I still love her deeply, as she smiles at us from her new home, in a dimension unknown to us, but no less real,
Her smiling face renewed again and full of twinkle, as if to say to the cruel cancer that prematurely took her from us:-
“… you did not destroy, you merely raised our consciousness…”
I love you, my heartthrob,
And I miss you soo…
Memories…

I love to hear you laugh
It is so honest and sweet
I love to hear you speak
It is music to my ears
I love to see you smile
Because it is so sincere
I love to talk to you
For it makes me complete
I love smelling you near
As it means we are together
I love to caress you
As it is all I ever want to do

becoming more precious with each passing day
it is so very simple for me to say
ever cherish your presence upon this earth
God blessed all the world, the day of your birth