Nuwahri61 Poetry (378)

‘Twas a foggy foggy morn
Down by the harbour wall
A ships mast appeared
Lurking ghostly and tall
Out through the mist
A canoeist appeared
Striving for perfection
His style all but revered
Out to the horizon
Where I thought it to be
A sun was on the rise
Trying to break free
But the fog was the master
In this story being told
It’s depth like a glue
Just taking its hold
And just when I thought
I couldn’t see any more
A shaft of light broke through
I could not ignore
It reflected off the water
In a shimmering way
A circle of blue and silver
What words could I say
Astounded at the beauty
That blessed me that day
I reached for my pencil
For words to portray ………

I glided on a bird today
Not so much actual
More by words I’d say
And with it I felt
Ever so free
So let me explain
The story to thee
You see a gull came
Within my sight
Three feet away
Hovering in flight
Not a wing moved
As if frozen there
His view became mine
Did he want to share
For what seemed ages
Almost paralysed
I saw the world
Through his eyes
I tilted my head
To the right
To follow his
Line of sight
Then looked out
Straight ahead
As he had done
And I had read
Now to the left
I looked as well
We were one
I could only tell
Then the breeze
Picked up a bit
Just like that
He moved with it
And I was left
Staring there
With only but
My words to share ………

Angels walk amongst us
They’re rich but not so rare
Their value lies in their vision
Of love they want to share
They seek to change perspectives
To redirect the wrong
To open up the eyes of those
Who have struggled for so long
They are using good healthy food
And serving it with respect
While training those in need
To overcome their reject
They’ve walked the walk
An some maybe not
But what they see and what they do
Is action on the spot
It’s nourishing the minds
It’s opening doors wide
To share their love and knowledge
Should definetly be worldwide……

Sitting on the corner
Watching the poems go by
Brings memories of times
When the traffic was so high
You’d post in the morning
And by night you would return
To search for your write
And comments to learn
But alas your words were gone
Down the avenue
And the poems had built up
The queue very long .........

Cold and bleak my day began
A drizzle of rain not my plan
I trudged along the heavy sand
My body toiling under demand

Crisp the air my lungs draw in
Tears from my nose do begin
Clarity of mind is no sin
As I lift my head to straighten my chin

I glance out across the sea
A shaft of light breaking free
Sending hope down to me
As I ponder on what could be

I reach my climb feeling ok
The dunes fresh but yet to play
Leave a mark with little say
The view amazing in every way

A couple of laps and I’m down again
The clouds dissolved from the rain
The sun a sight of no pain
As I make my way to the watery lane

Wading through salt and sun
Warmth on my back has begun
Winters brisk morning now undone
As I return to where I started from…

She sits alone in her own little home
Waiting for the doorbell to ring
There are photos on the wall that she can recall
All the wonderful memories they do bring
There’s a teapot on the table with a cosy named mable
With a plate of homemade cookies to the side
There’s a warmth in this home and even though she’s alone
She has no reason to hide
There’s a hairy old cat that she loves to have a chat
Keeps her company through and through
But it’s the ring of the bell she knows to well
That will lift her spirits new…….

The stillness of cloud
A breathless silence of wind
Warmth of winter sun


A moth in night light
A gecko’s dinner tonight
Through the window pane

Lazy are the days
Awaiting the suns warm rays
Upon gazebo

I never knew how lucky I have been
The beauty of this world I have seen
I’ve taken it for granted for so long
Now is the time to be strong
Time is revealing itself to me
My body is getting older I can see
And with it comes the aches and pain
Soldiering on in nature’s rain
So why do I feel so undone
Everyday used to be fun
Now I am not so sure
Tentative to walk out the door
It’s only my sight that’s giving way
A doctors trip to have his say
Will soon reveal what lays ahead
And maybe soothe my thoughts instead
This is not the first time I’ve been compromised
A lifetimes of injuries lay with my sighs
But I have always managed to overcome
Rise above not be out done
Somehow this feels so much more
My vision oh how I adore ........

When my gran died we all cried
For an era had certainly passed
My grandfathers legacy of her war pension home
Was now out of my mothers grasp
Bequeathed to be Sold
The words may somehow have read
To be shared with her only sibling
Whose life was way better than led
But my mothers resolve was always guided
By the one she adored the most
Her faith led to a fisherman's shack
A mere five minute walk to the coast
Where her love for the sea
Did reveal and heal the scars of past
With daily walks and her cigarettes
An irony of years she would last
But it was the shack that blessed her twilight years
And gave her so much joy
Perched on the side of a hill
It looked almost coy
Amidst a stand of huge Pines
And the odd Eucalypt or two
A giant Jacaranda leered
For all passing by to view
A home for all the possums
And any other critters passing by
The notes from her piano
Would soothe my mothers sigh.........

My grandfather who art in heaven
Victor French be his name
Fought for this country like many more
Gallantly with no shame

To protect the souls an aussie goals
He always had in mind
Fallen comrades an mates
He tried not to leave behind

With gunnedah blood he did shrug
All hurdles in his way
A seargeant in the army
He led from day to day

But wars of life are not a game
For death is everywhere
Priceless pawns moved into place
To fight for what they care

History is an will always be
Of many untold stories
Brave men gone to war to set you free
Not to seek the glories

For war has no glory
As too much suffering there will be
Lives lost at such a cost
The fee to be free

For my grandfather i have said
An ANZAC through an through
Raise your glass tip your hat
A proud aussie .....True Blue

I walked away from you
‘Cause you thought that you knew
The needle was your best friend
We spoke about it many a time
What made it so sublime
We knew how it was going to end
Stronger than you or I
It’s power the ultimate sigh
How would you defend
Years have passed
How did you last
Did you manage to transcend
Through the haze
And worldly maize
I haven’t forgotten you my friend......

A seed was fertilised
For me to be born
Although there was passion
I believe it was torn
The youngest of four
Now on a plane
A new country perspective
And growth again
But alas I feel
My growth did stall
Trying to understand
Words and all
Not quite the same
As those around
Managed to survive
Upon playground
On the outer
But always looking in
It took a long time
To appreciate my grin
I stumbled and fell
Along the way
But that’s another story
And that was my day
Welcomed two boys
Into this life
Unsure of their destiny
Just guided them from strife
They were the lessons
I had to learn
So maturity was a fire
That did slowly burn
Weeks months and years
Passed along the way
A lonelier life
Than some I’d say
But I have been lucky
For choice has been mine
And freedom a life
That is very kind
So now as my energy
Slowly fades away
I can accept my journey
Every other day
Until I find the final end
Ever so near
I will still write
From the heart
And bless every tear ........