NATURAL MUSIC

Bird song abounds like a symphony
Scripted by natures unseen composer
Conducted by the baton of an invisible maestro
The shrill woodwinds
Of Blackbirds, Finches, Thrush and the Tit family
While the Cuckoo sets the time
And a Woodpecker beats a rhythm
The breeze move the leafy canopy
Like vibrant cascading strings
Timbers creek and strain adding percussion
Rutting Stags and distant plaintive cries
A Fox cry and a Peacock’s call
Water fowl and cooing Doves
Underscored by the beating wings of birds in flight
Insects join the improvised symphony
Droning Bees and Dragonfly
A symbol crash as a Duck enter the water
A waterfall adds the rolling kettle drum
Distant thunder booms like a bass drum
And Xylophonic drops of rain hit the lake
While a Swan gracefully dances
Across the water in perfect harmony
God in heaven the impresario
Of mother natures philharmonic company

TRIANGLES

It’s so good to be loved
To be essential to someone
To be the breath of their life
The beat in their heart
The fire in their blood
Seeing love in their eyes
Knowing you are the one
Being in their every thought
It’s so good to be loved
Except when you love another

NATURE’S CHILD

She was nature’s child
The most special one
Her smile as warm
As the summer sun
Yet Fragile and delicate
Like an early spring bloom
Bright as shaft of sunlight
Illuminating the gloom
Spectacular and exiting
As the days first dawning
Yet simple and refreshing
As a clear winter morning
Tempestuous like
An autumn gale blowing wild
The most special one
She was nature’s child

THANK GOD FOR F RU

She had been on my mind
A great deal of late it seems
Images and moments of her
Vividly filling my dreams

Though thirty years had passed
All too quickly as a matter of fact
I decided I would Google her
And that’s not a euphemistic sexual act
Though that is a delicious thought
But a global search on internet
Producing the usual multitude of hits
Most of them spurious you can bet
Amongst the list before me I found
A teacher very well respect they say
A dancer and a musician but not her
But apparently I could buy her on eBay

So I thought I might just Yell
Not at anyone necessarily
But search through the online
Comprehensive yellow pages directories
However it proved fruitless
As I didn’t know what town she was in
Or if her name had changed
It was difficult even to begin

Then I had a brain wave
And I went to Friends Reunited
There at least I may have a chance
After login in I actually got exited

First I Checked work places,
We worked together for a while
But no entry of her name
Not to worry the site is versatile

Then I checked the schools
All the schools within 20 miles
But no entry of her name
Not to worry the site is versatile

I checked the Armed forces,
The Duke of Edinburgh award scheme
College and university
And then clubs and teams

That only left streets to check
I knew where she lived long ago
30 years ago at least
But the name and number, no
I could have driven straight to it
But it was 100 miles away
It was so frustrating
And I almost gave up that day

Then I suddenly realized
I could find the street on Multimap
I traced the route I would have taken
And I found her street on Multimap

So quickly I entered the street name
On Friends Reunited
And lo and behold there was her name
And I got really exited

Quickly I sent her a message
I hope it’s not treated as spam
Or even worse than that
She doesn’t remember who I am

Then every day I check my mail
Hoping for a reply from her
And look on the site at my inbox
And every day there is nothing there

Weeks had gone by and nothing came
Then a message from her so sweet
She did remember who I was
And she wants us to meet

I’m a bit nervous and apprehensive
And worried about the event
Anyway nothing ventured, nothing gained
I’ll let you know how it went

MOMENTS

A Life is merely moments
Interconnected
Like the links of a chain
Just moments
Some fleeting
Some lingering
Sometimes singular
Sometimes strung together
One upon another
To make experiences
In turn making a life whole
Life consists only of moments
Moments that comfort
Moments that elate
Moments of sadness
Moments of joy
Moments of pain
Moments of ecstasy
Moments to cherish
Some moments are finite
Others radiate through a life
Like ripples on a pond
Left by a rising fish
Others remain rooted in the past
Becoming distant memories
Yet some are perfect moments
And are easily recalled
In perfect clarity
You are my most precious moments

BRIEF ENCOUNTER

Snow spattered, unseen, against the steamy glass
As the train rattled out of the station
It was a fairly crowded train, but not full
With weary shoppers, shopping bags bursting
And commuting workers the weeks work done
Journeying homeward at the dark days end
A cheerful crowd though
Pleased with themselves bright faced and hearty
Full of seasonal cheer anticipating the holiday
Seemingly oblivious to the drafty carriage
I sat alone and felt lifted by the quiet jolliness
Contemplating the collective countenance
Of the self satisfied passengers
Then she appeared and I was lifted higher
There she was larger than life vivacious and self assured
Covered with snowflakes and laughing to herself
My snow angel, with snow covering her like sugar on a doughnut
Wrapped up against the cold in a woolen hat and coat
And the long knitted scarf draped about her neck
She shook her head and her light brown hair danced about her shoulders
And the snowflakes melted away from her soft curls
There was a rosy redness on her cheeks
Almost matching the hue of her coat
Either from the cold winter evening or a liberal taste of Christmas spirit
A little of both probably
She made her way down the train between the seats
Leaving wet snowflakes in her wake
Full length coat swishing side to side
She moved almost gracelessly, which suited her well
As she tottered a little in her high boots
Perhaps due to the lurching motion of the train
Or the Christmas punch and eggnog
She was still laughing softly herself which also suited so well
And then she saw me, and her eyes lit up like beacons
She stopped and stood momentarily open mouthed
Then her smile illuminated the carriage
My heart soared at the sight of her
I returned her smile and she flushed a little deeper red
It had been almost a year since I last saw her
My lovely lost love, Linda
I had locked all my feelings away but now they were back
Like a door had opened in my heart and they all rushed out
And I missed her so much I didn’t know just how much till that moment
We were never lovers, only ever friends
But very special friends very close friends though more
We laughed a lot together, shared confidences
Best friends but no more than that,
Though I wanted more, so much more
But I didn’t want to lose what we had so I said nothing
I loved her so much, but she was not free for me to love
And Linda was not free to love me even if she wanted
So I contented myself with our special friendship
My unrequited love remained so
If that was all then better that than nothing
I was happy to love her unconditionally
Then circumstances changed, my father died
I had to move away and I didn’t see her again, until now
Now she was in front of me, my angel, larger than life
Smiling, blushing, laughing and so lovely
I stood up and smiled at her again
She threw herself at me and she hugged me so tight
I smelled her hair as I held her and was intoxicated by her scent
All the old feelings flooded back over whelming me
Yet could it be my love was not unrequited
We sat down on the lumpy seats in the rattly carriage
And were completely alone
We sat looking at each other not wanting to lose sight of one another
In case the spell were broken
She removed a glove and put her hand on mine
As if testing it was not a dream then she slipped her hand into mine
Her delicate fingers so small in my grasp
For the remainder of the journey we reveled in each other’s company
We caught up with the lost months filled in the gaps
Still oblivious to our companions
It was as if we had never been apart
Then the train shook to a halt as all too soon we had arrived
Our fellow travelers rushed off to their Christmases
Reluctantly we left our seats and disembarked arm in arm
Then hand in hand we walked slowly along the platform
Still talking and laughing and then out onto the street
Where the shops were now closing and the town was relatively quiet
From one pub Noddy Holder screamed “it’s Christmas” to the world
Only the pubs and restaurants seemed to hold any attraction to most
But we joined a small group gathered round the Salvation Army band
And joined in with the carol singing in the town square
Before strolling towards the taxi stand
As the snow again fell onto Linda’s soft curls
We took our place in the queue of travelers eager to be home
I wanted to be nowhere else but with her
Smiling she turned to face me and kissed me gently on the lips
Such a warm sensitive and tender kiss
When our lips parted she smiled at me coyly
And flushed a deep shade of pink
Then I kissed a snowflake off her nose
And cupped her flushed cheek in my palm
Then I slid my fingers beneath her hair
Caressing the soft downy hair on her nape
And pulled her sweet lips to mine and returned her kiss
Her arms enveloped me holding me so close, so tightly
Not wanting to let go, not wanting to lose what we had found
Not wanting to lose me again
We stood locked in our embrace as the snow fell softly on the scene
She pulled away for a moment then buried her face in my neck
And spoke “I’ve missed you so much, I’ve missed your love for me”
I had waited so long for this moment waited so long to here those words
To hear my love returned then we kissed again
Cabs arrived and departed through the slush
The queue around us just kept moving as if unaware of our love
After a while we moved from the queue sat on a bench and talked
My love was not unrequited the felt the same for me
She had always done so yet still she was not free
She was torn between the two of us
Torn between the comfortable familiarity for a good man
A loyal and dependable man, safety
And the passion she felt for a soul mate
It wasn’t fair on him he hadn’t done anything wrong
So our love had to be a forbidden one
Best friends no more, I wanted more, so much more
And could not content myself with a special friendship
Now I knew my love was not unrequited
There was no going back, now Pandora’s Box had been opened
But at least now I knew she loved me
With the same depth as I loved her
We walked back to the taxi rank and kissed again in the snow
All too soon she got into a taxi
And through the winter wonderland departed taking my love with her
With her palm pressed against the glass she craned her neck to keep sight of me
Through the snow spattered window until the very last moment
Till the cab had gone out of sight
She was gone from my arms, gone from my view, gone from my life
But a Christmas happening had changed my life forever
A brief encounter, fleeting, here and then gone
Her scent still in my nostrils, the taste of joy on my lips
My soul mate gone forever, yet forever in my memory, forever in my heart
I would never see her again and moved away in the New Year
Making a life elsewhere but I never forgot her
And when on a winter’s night I hear the “Sally army” play
Or when the snow falls during Christmas time
Or I feel a snowflake on my skin
I feel her small hand in mine and then she is once again in my arms
And I smell her soft brown hair and the taste of her is on my lips
I hear her say “I love you” and she is mine forever

THE PLAZA FROM GAZA - AS SEEN ON TV

We watch on TV
As the horror unfolds
It’s Breakfast in America
Lunchtime in England
We watch as the towers burn
Great plumes of smoke
Blackening the sky
Flames burn unchecked
Metal buckles and windows break
Bodies fall like rag dolls
Tumbling earthward
And hit the portico
We watch the pictures
Dumbstruck at this surreal scene
And await news
Of other flying bombs
We watch through tear stung eyes
As a tower falls
Collapsing like a house of cards
Killing the rescued and the rescuers
While in Palestine they dance
The women cheer
The men shoot guns
The children jump with joy
And laughter rings round
In the echoes of the gunfire
As the innocent die
Palestine Dance’s