andrew149 Poetry (264)

Outside,
Hostelry sign swings in the storm,
A creak….. The door opening,
Wick in tallow guttering,
Sputtering, as cold air greets warm.
Footsteps ‘cross a silent room,
Except for the old man in the corner,
Pulling on his clay pipe,
Muttering in the gloom.
First a whisper then two, then a laugh and talking,
Clump clump, as two flintlocks are laid on the bar,
Twas and will always be the same when he comes,
Looking alive, but almost, a dead man walking.
For he will likely one day be caught by the law,
And by the rope, and by the courts,
The gentry relieved,
A wigg'd hangin’ judge will even the score.
But for now a hearty meal, a whiskey dram,
A buxom wench,
A pipe with tobacco from the bottom draw
To satisfy the legend and the man.


"So here’s to the free wind as it crosses the moor,
Here’s to you and here’s to me,
To the damned taxman and the Royalty,
Two yards of rope on the hangin’ tree,
And to the day I don’t come through that door".

Sun.....Rising,
Mist.....Clearing,
Birds.....Singing,
Thinking.....
.....Smiling,
You.....On my mind.

Once more in this place so old,
The ghosts awake to walk the streets of gold.
Somewhere between half awake and half asleep,
Here once more, I drift in my dreams,
Surreal….Unreal,
Where, everything is never, quite as it seems.
Arriving myself, an unseen ghost,
In the presence of a king,
Just as day breaks, on a sparkling thermal, flying fish rise,
Begin the dawn chorus, as they start to sing.
Now dark time is ended,
He leaves the gates to the city he tended,
This creature of the night….This spectre,
Picks up his magic wand and sceptre,
Talons on his fingers retract,
Features change, as his face,
Becoming less like that of a creature,
More human, kindly, full of grace.
A strawberry moon,
Sinks below the levitating lagoon,
Of glowing, silvery, flowing mist,
On it’s farewell, greeting the day,
And this magical land once more,
Is vibrant, alive, sun kissed.
He takes his seat,
Commands the flowing water,
Once more to turn to sand beneath his feet,
Starts to weave beautiful magic anew,
Strange and wonderful tasks for his subjects to do,
Dust to water, water….To golden dust,
For the next thousand years it will be thus,
As another dream day begins,
In the land of the submarine sea,
Under the silvery lagoon,
Nestling between the twin peaks,
S’han’piet, somewhere between daylight and twilight,
The rising sun, and, the setting moon……

We all play with the cards we’ve been given,
Some, more than others are particularly driven,
Ever thought of just throwing them in the air?
Hear them hit the floor, not really looking where,
Then finding where they land,
Blindly pick a few, make a new hand.
You know what I mean,
Follow that dream!
Instead of just watching the past in the fire,
Free your mind, make it enquire,
You know…..Make your mark,
Push the limits and the wire,
Rather than contemplate bleak future, dark and dire.
Dare to walk fate’s tightrope taught,
Looking ahead instead of down and fearing nought,
Dancing in the rays of the rising sun,
As each new morning is begun…..
If you want this and maybe more,
Then…..Just step through this proffered open door,
C’mon…kick off your shoes,
What have you to lose?
Just wriggle your toes in the fine soft sand,
Come Dreamer…..Take my hand.

As we sleep, we feel,
In our dreams,
Our love we seal,
True happiness, is as it seems.
The peaceful smile,
Playing upon our lips,
Clearly hides,
No lie, deceit nor guile,
As our souls take,
From the sacred goblet of life,
Take such slow and gentle sips.
Both returning to young in mind and heart,
Forgotten now,
All long past hurt and strife,
For us together,
A brand new start,
And with no needed ceremony…..
Partners…… For life!

I’ve mowed the lawn, had to do it twice,
Mmmmmmmmmm…..Now, that’s nice!
You know I love to cuddle you from behind,
Then you can feel me, see me in kind,
I know it’s Sunday morning, you’re busy with the cooking,
OK, hahahah, I’ll watch where I put my feet, sorry,
Wasn’t looking,
Love nuzzling your neck like this,
Feeling fine hairs on my lips as I give it a light kiss,
Whispering sweet nothings in your ear,
That lovely little sigh from you I hear,
The smell of your hair,
Just makes me tremble, feel soft, I don’t care,
Now, you’re just turning round,
Don’t think my feet are still touching ground,
Your arms around me like this,
No other word for it, just heavenly, your returned kiss,
And, as hand in hand we leave the kitchen, through the door,
Can’t help thinking to myself……
This is what Sunday mornings are really for!

Where or what is this state called love?
Some think it’s up there, beyond the clouds above,
But,
It’s there in the missing beat of a heart,
Whenever two soul mates have to part,
Between the blink of each eye,
When one watches the other walking by,
It’s the word or two spoken in a very special way,
That to others seems no different, to what anyone else might say,
Made for two, a wonderful secret place,
Yet for those that are in it, it’s writ plain on their face,
In truth, It’s all of these things, and many more,
But,
Most of all, it’s the KNOWING…..
You’ll be together…Forevermore.

You might think it’s nice and fun to have a pet,
Think again,
Mine wants to go out at all hours, even when it’s wet.
Never walks properly on the lead and keeps getting tangled,
Even when I try to keep it tight and properly angled,
Weirdly, he expects me to stop at every lamp post,
Anyone would think it was me who wanted to most.
On a walk, I always have to walk along the wall,
When we cross the road, he’s just not disciplined at all,
There is so much with my pet that is just plain wrong,
Tell yer mate the list is really long,
In fact, he’s so much of a pain,
When this one goes…..
I’ll NEVER have another human again!

He is standing there on the hill,
As if rising with the sun,
Pure bred, yet wild as you like,
White maned, beautiful stallion.
His colour blending with the early morning mist,
Out of place on this world,
Though he surely does exist.
And as wispy tendrils creep round my feet,
I feel a glowing within me,
As our eyes meet,
In that moment just as I was turning to go……
One day I’ll ride him,
He wants me….I know.

On each others shoulders we stand tall,
Ready to catch one another, should one fall,
Ideas are our mortar, they bind us together,
Help us stand through fair and foul weather,
Known or as yet unknown,
Each of us is a potential keystone,
And so, all in all, we’re all….
Bricks in our wall!

Love is....Insanity,
a mystery wrapped in enigma,
surrealism in entirety....
Though understandable.

Of days that are dark,
And those that seem bright,
Sometimes, like the weather, mind isn’t right,
It gets harder to get up and smile,
Do as you always do, go that extra mile,
It can be miserable as the rain,
Sorting through, easing others’ pain,
They’re thinking of themselves, not of you,
They’re not being selfish, they just don’t know what to do,
And always you are there, you give and give,
Sometimes forgetting, you too need to live,
So many need help in life out there,
Sometimes a hole in their life, a rip to mend or a tear,
You forget there’s only one of you, numbers don’t balance or compare,
You can’t help everyone, it’s too much to bear,
Others' weight on your shoulders will get too heavy, no time for fun,
Still you carry on, though just remember, you’re not superhuman,
Just a very special one.