andrew149 Poetry (264)

Dumbfounded……Too late!
The last pawn was taken,
The king forsaken,
Surrounded……Checkmate!

Sadly, seeming with a certain finality,
Saying goodbye to my beach,
Goodbye to the waves crashing on the shore,
Old habit that in the past had become a formality,
But, this time, I swear, back I’ll reach,
And return home, here, my home…..Once more.

Ah yes….Coffee please babe,
Two sugars, not too milky,
Stirred three times anti clockwise,
With a left handed spoon.
Sorry, about being fussy with coffee,
Is that why you’re leaving?
Or is it because of that thing,
You know,
The thing with all the hair,
Every time there’s a full moon?
It’s alright babe, you can tell me,
Is it because,
My trainers walk on their own,
Well, I say walk,
They sort of hover,
Half an inch above the floor,
Uppers to soles no longer sown?
And yes before you bring it up,
I know it took ages,
For me to clean behind the lavatory,
Must admit though, it was scary,
I would never have believed,
Something like that,
Could survive outside a laboratory.
I know I could change if you gave me time,
Hang on,
Just wait here a minute,
Promise I’ll be quick,
Oh….Only my washing….
It’s been there now for about two weeks,
On the washing line.
Yes I know, I’ve had two whole years to change,
But you’re not giving me a fair chance,
I can’t really see what’s wrong,
I thought love conquered all,
Or,
Is there someone else perchance?

I, am the dying residue of the day,
Yet, the living precursor of dawning, they say,
Not limited by time, nor speed of light,
Twilight my friend!….The day takes flight!
Hah! Both night and day, traitors to my cause,
Yet, the Sun and Moon, welcome oasis’s of course,
Embrace me,
Come, see,
Yourself you will know,
For I…..Am Shadow!

Socks with sandals, boots and funky flip flops,
Loud “T” shirts and skimpily cropped, crop tops,
Knee length shorts, knotted hankies on heads,
Windbreakers, foil barbies and roll up beach beds.
Kids aplenty armed with bucket and spade,
Odour of luncheon meat and egg sarnies being made,
Smoked “Something” on the Barbie….Overdone,
Sun tan lotions, a young one with a chocolate iced bun.
Grockles with cockles, jellied eels, dressed crab,
A day on the beach…..Anything but drab!

Hushed conversation,
Dip blotting paper in ink……
Roll into ball,
Load…(Position at top of ruler),
….Target sighted!…..
Twenty degrees, elevation,
Right, right, right…….Stop!
Tension….and…..Loose!
…..SPLATT!…..
Satisfaction,
Later, outside headmaster’s office,
Deflation!

Beginning

We all issue from our parents loins,

We grow up, plant our own seed,
In life's nursery, nurture and feed,
Then, the inescapable fact,
Our inevitable final act!

Ending

Another part of the endless circle joins.

Clunk!…
The front hinged vertical swing door shuts,
Click, click, the five point harness eased on,
Key turned…..Clutch floored,
Induction....Compression, ignition, exhaust…..
Quadruple Hollies suck for all they’re worth,
Transmission “U” bolts take up the slack,
Accelerator depressed and clutch let out,
Black on black……
Low profile Firestones under four wheel drive torque,
Leave hot rubber on tarmac…..
Following “H”, the guided stick,
Faster in changing than automatic,
Roar punctuated by hiss of turbo dump……
Singing on song……
Four cylinders, three hundred and seventy horses……
In one lump!

Like beautiful yet unkempt hair, weed flows gracefully at the bottom of the woodland stream,
Sticklebacks play tag between the strands, ten or twelve to a team,
The weeping willow does anything but, as it sighs without a care,
Tousling it’s own green mane, from here to over there,
A woodland breeze springs up,
Bending the bluebells slightly, emptying a buttercup,
Playing the leaves like an infinitely stringed lire,
When day turns to dark, we find our way lit by St. Elmo’s fire,
While the man in the moon looks down,
Smiling without a frown,
Reflecting quite happily.

If I could be anything else,
What could I be?
Well...I could be a tree,
Just stand there in quiet solicitude,
Grow and grow, and just be.
I could be a cloud,
Wandering lonely,
Hang around mountains,
Be a shroud.
I could be a bird,
Have the freedom of the sky,
Soaring and looping the loop,
And just on a whim,
To far off lands I could fly.
But, the more I think of bird, cloud or tree,
In a conundrum, I seem to be,
For whatever I am,
I will still be me!

When you are annoyed, or cry, or have a row…..
It Laughs!
When you have loads of energy, want to do something big,
It Sleeps!
When you are laughing, very happy…..
It Cries!
When you are exhausted at the end of your day,
It wants to play!
When you are on cloud nine……
It brings you back down to earth!
In the future, it will stretch your bank account and your credit,
It will show you new boundaries of pride, happiness and grief!

For now though, it’s quiet in it’s cot…..
You just sit mesmerised, watching it breathing,
The most wonderful thing in your life……
Sleeping at last…..To your relief!

Once upon a time.......
means....It's bed time.....
kiss goodnight time......
say my prayers time.....
and bestest of all.....
it's....Story Time!