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                                             BAIT

                           At first I was not really sure
                                      If I had bitten into the lure
                           But now... I'll say out loud
                                  That lure destroyed my ugly snout

                           However now that I'm used to it
                                   It's sweeter than a smashing hit
                           I find my mind is fully booked
                                I think I'm lost because I'm hooked

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                                             AGE

                       Nobody has ever seen my enemy
                                  For it is deafness that grew into me

                       It has become my dear old foe
                                    For that's the way old age does go
                       But yet my dear old friends
                                    I do not show the slightest trends
                       For it certainly is not known
                                       That everyone just speaks alone

                       It is the same with the rest of life
                                 I take the whole thing just in strife
                       I try to compensate some way
                                  And contemplate and pray... and pray
                       That for the moments still to come
                                   The rewards are many more than some

                       I've realized that when I grow older
                                   Life just becomes a bit more colder
                       But not to worry dearest friend
                                     I live my life to the fullest end
                       For I take a smaller step each time
                                        To keep me happy and just fine

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                                        BROWNOUT DREAMS

                           In this office... with the lights so dim
                          Among the girls... some stout... some slim
                                We try to work and do our share
                             But sometimes lose our when and where

                                We try to keep the light on low
                            For again we suffer this brownout glow
                                 It has become our daily grind
                               We peer and smile and do not mind

                            Oh yes... the work... the work's a lark
                              We can do that blind or in the dark
                       It's the girls... the girls... we just can't see
                              And I'll be damned who's on my knee

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                                             TOY

                          I am a toy and just picked up
                                    When life presents a needing cup
                          To her I love... so full of fun
                                  I am just a toy... of play and run

                          I must detach and struggle free
                                    I must just live and quickly flee
                          Her lovely spiel that paints my mind
                                      I do not need her bloody grind?

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                                          BARBEDO'S

                     There is this nurse I call B-B-Barbedo's
                         With tight fitting clothes and a beautiful pose
                     A lovely tan and a ready smile
                                I wish I could just hold her for a while

                     More than likely for an old fart like me
                                     All we could do is drink strong tea
                     For even if I knew her doos and donts
                                I'm just too old for her wants and wonts

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                                        BEAUTIFUL BARB

                         Here she is... Beautiful Barb
                                Always friendly and happy as a lark
                         And for sure it's a dreary day
                                      When she is home or gone away

                     In any hospital corridor... stairway or hall
                           You cannot miss her... although she is small
                     And even if you meet her a hundred times
                          You will look again for she rings your chimes

                  For her radiant smile and her solid look
                                    She's marked and circled in many a book
                  And whether you're sick... or on your way
                                    She'll make you better... or just delay

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                                       BLINKING BRAINS

                        In this clumsy brain of mine
                                 The solution is just bloody brine
                        It never works the way it should
                                  I think it's dying slow but good

                        There was a time my friend and foe
                                 My thoughts were always on the go
                        But since some time maybe too late
                                 I try to work with an empty slate

                        I do not know how to coordinate
                                  And I've lost how to concentrate
                        I've ask myself agin and agin
                                     Maybe the cause is bloody gin

                        It works sometimes completely averse
                                       Maybe it rambles in reverse
                        Yes I need help right now and here
                                   To get the damn thing into gear

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                                            BRIAN

                         Doctor O'Brien so tall and thin
                                   Has got a mind real sharp within
                         He has this gentle resolute persuasion
                                That must be obeyed on any occasion

                         Every day and night... and in between
                                   He is a gent well liked and seen
                         I just hope... for my body's sake
                                    He finds a cure that I can take

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                                        BRILLIANT STAR

                        Doctor Campbell... she looks after me
                                      As if I was a baby on her knee
                        And every little fart or burp
                                Is written down... it's quite absurd

                        But really though... she is a star
                                    And as a doctor will make it far
                        Wearing slacks or fancy skirt
                                        For her I take off any shirt

                        I would be honoured to no end
                                If she would call me dear old friend
                        And if I'm ever in great need
                                   For her I'd yell and loudly plead

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                                            CHAIR

                           In front of my desk is this lovely chair
                        And most of the time it's but filled with air
                              Most people with a wondering mind
                                 Just look at it from behind

                              But once in a very rare blue moon
                           It is filled with grace instead of room
                             She comes and sits and takes a rest
                               To slyly laugh and kick my desk

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                                           COMPANY

                               I drive along and often find
                         It's the same old road... the same old grind
                             The same old thing and far too long
                            This seat is empty where she'd belong

                               Even the radio so loud and clear
                                Does not keep me company here
                           And in my mind I repeat again and again
                            The times we sat and smiled just then

                           Where is her laugh... where is her hand?
                               Where is the time in wonderland?

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                                         COMPARISONS

                       Like the earth laughs with it's flowers
                            And steady cries with it's summer streams
                       It is your smile that me thus powers
                             And gives me silence between the screams

                       And for every day the sun does shine
                                    On the mountains to melt the snow
                       So will this silent life of mine
                                     Be splendid in your smiling glow

                       Like the trees are moved by wind or storm
                            And the grass but bends by cooling breeze
                       So is my silent soul in purest form
                                By your single touch so full of peace

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                                         COMPENSATION

                                In this life so full of strife
                            For male... female... husband or wife
                              There are moments of great reward
                              As long as the worst is disregard

                            And when we meet sorrow and adversity
                            Accept it with the greatest generosity
                              Because in our confusion and pain
                               We fail to see it is not in vain

                              Our misfortune so full of sadness
                         Will show us clearer the moments of gladness
                             So just forget the bad and the wrong
                          And remember the times that we were strong

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                                           CUDDLING

                            Cuddling-up my dear old friend
                                  Should become a national trend
                            It makes you sort of worry-free
                                    So slacken off and cuddle me

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                                           STARDUST

                           Before the sun had ever shown
                                        You and I were both alone
                           Between the stars and stardust yet
                                    Two tiny specks who never met

                           Eons came and eons went
                               And silent was the time just spent
                           Until the tiny specks became
                                    A loving pair completely lame

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                                            LUCKY

                         Before I spent my time with you
                                       I never knew quite what to do
                         But now that you and I have touched
                              I feel real good but strangely blushed

                         My heart is trembling... a missing beat
                                  If this is Love... it's very sweet
                         By golly... who the hell am I
                                 To have these wings and fly and fly

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                                      DECEMBER AFTERNOON

                       Oh smiling Soul from where did you fly
                              Your beautiful laughter lightning the sky
                       Free as a bird... yet held by chains
                                Help me to save you from hurt and pains

                       Acting cooler than cool but hotter than hot
                                 Dreaming of evenings that cannot begot
                       Fly on... dear Laughter... higher and free
                             Leaving me torture and thoughts about thee

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                                           DECISION

                         Tell me... can this miracle really be
                                          That you love as much as me
                         Do you really feel this glow
                                That makes my heart beat blow by blow

                         Give me the signal once again
                                     And tell me how and tell me when
                         Tell me soon and tell me where
                                         You and I will get our share

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                                         DEEPER DOWN

                          I am a Soul and deeper down
                                      I often play the hollow clown

                          For a smiling grin on my old snout
                                      Does not let the laughter out

                          The feelings from my Soul within
                                    Are not expressed by outer grin

                          Yet always I am this trying twin
                                    With outer face and Soul within

                          And sometimes when I almost cry
                                     I know the reasons and the why

                          It's the clown that does all this
                                  But deeper down I'm full of bliss

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