shadow1950 Poetry (355)

soft wafting music
drifting filling the night air
with romantic tunes



bower of flowers
full of sweet scented blossoms
alive with colour

fiercely burning fire
setting the outback ablaze
devastating all

the thunder of hoofs as desperate animals flee
birds overhead fleeing the greedy flames, that
devour all they met leaving charred remains
of those too weak, sick or even just too slow
why you ask? Well my child sometimes you need
to burn out the dead and useless so new life
can come to be. A fresh start with verdant green
new growth springing up everywhere leading
to new birth of animals. The old now gone
and forgotten if only life were as easy.

fire of purity
cleansing and reaffirming
from death comes new birth

Ahoy listen to the sounds of bird song
the screaming of the gulls way out to sea
let your mind drift to distant times and long
for freer times when you were a gypsy

Now bound by love you left the road behind
no longer travelling by caravan
your life now is not free but confined
you sit hoping waiting for the mailman

A fiery wanton beauty you once were
now ground down by life a drab you become
remembering past times as past they blur
to their memories you have now succumb

Wanton gypsy dance with me by firelight
pleasure me as we dally in moonlight

Some men can be great fun
life and soul of any party
others are kind and tender
sheltering their loved ones

They come in all shapes and sizes
the outside packaging not mattering
it is what is inside that defines a man
making him either a saint or a sinner

Men can be very controlling
wanting everything their way
jealous of any freedom
insecure in themselves

A man who is steadfast and true
shares with his partner in all
now this type of man is a keeper
so be sure not to lose him

Vain conceited handsome men
will not see what is clear
too busy checking their appearance
to notice what is going on

How ever a man comes is moot
as once the heart is involved
you may as well throw away
the rule book as it is obsolete

Now you guys may not agree
so I will also relate that
women are all of the above
with added twists and turns

You could also accept that as
Eve was made from Adam's rib
women have a definite advantage
when it comes to understanding men

Sky lightening up
flares and flashes
arching high above

Pretty sparklers in
kids gloved hands
waving circling

Loud bangs from rockets
as they explode showering
multi bands of colour

Catherine wheels
spinning round
a visual delight

Guy on top of bonfire
soon is well ablaze
warming cold hands

Display now done
kids head for bed
to dream of it again

The hush before dawn
is fraught with poignant silence
as night turns to day


Trinkling sounds flow
through the air as the river
bounces over rocks


Deep silence abounds
and not a murmur to be heard
stillness shrouding all

Tomorrow is Halloween so come on folks
lets have some spooky, scary or humorous poems
theme is Halloween
join in the fun

One day Liam was out strolling
when down came a space ship
frightened he saw the door open
and out quite casually strolled

His old feathered friend the duck
"sit down and listen" my irish friend
"I have been to space visited the moon
and spoke to the man who dwells there."

"On we went to Jupiter, Mars and Pluto
passed through the Milky Way and Plough
Then I thought Liam should be here too
jump aboard and we will fly the universe."

With fear in his heart Liam joined duck
strapped in he stared in awe and wonder
as in seconds they were circling Saturn
"Look ahead", said duck, "There is frog"

A very merry reunion was had by them all
Liam scratched his head "I can not trust
the two of you out of my sight. "Fairy
tale animals you are supposed to be."

Not space travellers. Frog said quite
logically. "I can not find a princess
on earth to kiss so I can be a prince
up here who knows the sky's the limit."

Duck joined in "I can fly around earth,
up here I am completely free and weightless
and up here I have the power of speech"
Liam thought and said, "I agree lets stay"




Liam has been writing about duck for
some time joined by frog in fishnet tights
I kid you not. Time they went universal.

Sitting round the camp fire
the men told each other tales
as the night went on each one
became more elaborate by turn

Tales of whoppers that got away
a few night time bed stories
of this and that very lush ladies
they swopped some hunting stories

As the fire started to die down
thoughts turned to spooky things
headless horsemen and the like
chilling in the dead of night

A sharp crack of a branch heard
making them all jump a mile
torchlight shone through the tent
the last of their company now here

He was a born narrator as he told
of the grey wolf that prowled
how the Native Americans said
to hear or see it meant death

Just then as if on cue, a howl
then they realized the narrator
was no longer there, just vanished
into the night air leaving nothing

Spooked they settled for the night
next day in a hurry they packed up
when they got back to the town
they learned the narrator had passed

On his way to join their camp out
he had been hit head on by a truck
and had died at the scene of the crash
his ghost narrated the story last night

joining them for one last time
before departing for the after life
now when ever they hear the howl
a shudder runs down their spines

Softly the breeze flows through scented meadows
gentle sounds of water from the rivers
and haunting notes of music crescendos
in the distant background from the speakers

A cascading shower of climbing roses
she waits for her lover impatiently
over his lateness she agonizes
at last his footsteps coming hurriedly

He catches her up in his arms and spins
round and round until dizzy they both fall
her heart and emotions are now tailspins
she loves knowing it could lead to downfall

For to another one he is promised
yet he tells her that his heart belongs to her
she knows that he is a materialist
at first it had seemed a great adventure

Sighing she tells him that he must depart
his plans of her seduction now thwart

On this special day
Do pause and reflect on
Dreams of your youth
Each day now a blessing
Take each one by the hand
Treasure them each one
Enjoy your special day


happy birthday Chrissie wishing you
all you yourself are wishing for
have a grand day

Ancient mountains brood
dominating the landscape
with majestic face