Memory Flash

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Today a flash of history past me by,I could not trust my eyes! Did I just see what just walked past me?

Two boys past me on their way to school. Drainpipe trousers shiny and new Oh! boy did they look cool.To finish off with winklepicker shoes.I could not believe my baby blues.

It whisked me back to carefree days of scooters, boas and purple haze.My mind took off and had a whirl there I stood the younger girl.

Black and white shift dress and knee high shiny white plastic boots a mini skirt to attract whistles and car horn  hoots.

One again I was sixteen, free and happy  a Carnaby Queen. I was never tall but always lean, I loved the fashions to wear them I was keen.

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Well that was fab and groovy it was certainly the way to be! But sadly life goes on and  my dream is dashed and again my youth has gone.

But I don’t care and I don’t mind I am still seventeen inside my head I find!!

Not now , later I promise

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OH! Don’t you just hate deadlines, they really do my head in. It’s all corporate times  and their patience is paper thin.

Yes I’ll take some time off and you and I with the kids we’ll spend the day. I promise you, I promise you, just it will not be today.

Up each morning at 5am. Shower, coffee, car you have to be seen working hard or you never will go very far.

Yes I’ll take some time off and you and I with the kids we’ll spend the day.I promise you, I promise you, just it will not be today.

Home late every evening, are the kids in bed already. Yes love please a big one I need a drink, my nerves to steady.

Yes I’ll take some time off and you and I with the kids we’ll spend the day.I promise you, I promise you, just it will not be today.

Yes I am important and I am always at the ready I have to work the weekends the firm would collapse with out me and it earns us an extra penny.

Yes I’ll take some time off and you and I with the kids we’ll spend the day.I promise you, I promise you, just it will not be today.

How are you doing without me honey I am sorry I am away. What’s that? the kids have Mumps,sorry have to dash I be home a week today.

Yes I’ll take some time off and you and I with the kids we’ll spend the day.I promise you, I promise you, just it will not be today.

Can you cook a special dinner tonight we have an important client, and wear that purple dress of yours I sure that will make him compliant. I know the kids are studying but they can use their rooms. I’ll bring you home  some flowers you know you love  bright blooms.

Yes I’ll take some time off and you and I with the kids we’ll spend the day.I promise you, I promise you, just it will not be today.

Yes I know it is their Graduation but does it have to be Thursday I need to meet a deadline, yes, yes I’ll do my best to be there okay!! I am working hard to give them all the best that I can, cars, big house, education, expensive holidays and don’t forget the medical plan.

Yes I’ll take some time off and you and I with the kids we’ll spend the day.I promise you, I promise you, just it will not be today.

Damn this house is cold what’s happened to the lights. Hang on here’s a note. It says she’s working  late tonight . I didn’t know she had a job what is going on. Hey kids how you doing. What, you need the car right now okay….. and then they were gone. I know I am import, I am the man of the house. I have taken time off especially to be with the wife and kids, to find the house is empty no sign of kids or spouse!

Yes we’ll take some time out of our social rounds we’ll try and find time for you Dad you have a rest we’ll see you around.

Child Bride

As the  early sun’s first ray’s light upon the young girl’s gaze. Motes of dust in the golden light dance in the mirror her wedding gown catches her sight.

In her stomach a thousand butterflies sweep and swirl it is so much for her to take in, this little girl. Her mother’s headdress on her head, how could she send her baby to that old man’s bed.

Last week with her friends she played, giggling in class at the exciting plans they had made. Running dancing in the lea, happy laughing dancing free that is how a young child’s life should be.

The scent of  her poesy fills her nose. It is so pretty lilies,daisies and a perfect rose. Again her stomach turned thinking of the horrid things she had learned. Her mother had sat her on her knee and explained exactly how things had to be.

Now she knew why mother cried as she told the future and beg that she comply. She had begged and cried yet her parents ears were closed, she was to be a bride. A rich merchant fat and old was the fiancé to whom she had been sold. Her father bade her do his will to up hold the family honour her mother begged to comply and things would be easier on her.

As the  early sun’s first ray’s light upon the young girl’s gaze. Motes of dust in the golden light dance in the mirror her wedding gown catches her sight.

 

Poetry Challenge #7 21/10/2012

War huh! what is it good for absolutely nothing. Huh!

I’ve got a friend, he’s a pure-bred killing machine
He says he’s waited his whole damn life for this
I knew him well when he was seventeen
Now he’s a man he’ll be dead by Christmas

The eastern world, it is exploding
Violence flarin’, bullets loadin’
You’re old enough to kill, but not for votin’
You don’t believe in war, but what’s that gun you’re totin’”

“In 1965 Vietnam seemed like just another foreign war
But it wasn’t
It was different in many ways, as so were those that did the fighting
In World War II the average age of the combat soldier was 26
In Vietnam he was 19”

“And the battle’s just begun
There’s many lost, but tell me who has won
The trench is dug within our hearts
And mothers, children, brothers, sisters torn apart”

Through these fields of destruction
Baptisms of fire
I’ve witnessed all your suffering
As the battle raged higher
And though they did hurt me so bad
In the fear and alarm
You did not desert me
My brothers in arms

Yes, how many times must a man look up
Before he can see the sky ?
Yes, how many ears must one man have
Before he can hear people cry ?
Yes, how many deaths will it take till he knows
That too many people have died ?
The answer my friend is blowin’ in the wind
The answer is blowin’ in the wind.

Hello this week for my poetry challenge on war I have cobbled together a strange poem. This poem is made up of verses from lyrics to anti war songs. I think that they do make a strange sense. Below I have cited the the songs and owners of the words.

Edwin Star

NERINA PALLOT

Barry McGuire

Paul Hardcastle

U2 –

Dire Straits

 Bob Dylan

I have said all I can about war and so this week I shall not repeat myself . I shall just leave it to music of John Lennon and the voices of children to say it all for me.

Poetry Challenge #7 is to create a journal of links and your reactions to poems by established (living or dead poets.) Details are here.  Example response is here. Mr. Linky for Challenge #7 is directly below

The hole in me

There is a hole in me. I know it is there but it is somewhere that I can’t see.

I feel it is slowly eating me but I don’t know why.

Something bad has a hold it will not let me fly.

There is a hole in my stomach and it is eating me. Growing and growing devouring me .

Why am I suffering what have I done wrong the pain has been gnawing at me for so long.

Suddenly I realize that the pain is not in me, the pain is in my child why could I this not see.

I bore them, I love them I have set them free. So why does their pain keep plaguing me.

Angel Tears

Angel tears angel fears angel angel what did you see before you disappeared .

Angel small angel light why were you so short for this life.Angel beauty angel dear what are we to do without you here.

Angel loving angel gone can you still hear your mothers song.Tell me angel tell me dear what type of world have we created here that all our innocents are not safe and can so easily spirited away by  evil wraiths.

 

 

HEART OF STONE

I sit and watch the rain as it relentlessly falls like tears down the window pane.I can see you but can you see me locked up inside here longing to be free.

I may look like you flesh and bones but inside I am frozen, cold, cold made of stone.

Make the right noises do the correct things follow the pattern and accept the shit life brings. All around, you see people fall, fools and jokers one and all.

And still that rain falls pear drop tears plop plop on the window sill echoing and amplifying this world of fears.

Best close the window and lower the blind take hold of your memories, throw them over your shoulder and leave them behind. Behind? it is thorny, bleak landscapes and skies that are black. Forward, forward one foot after the other and never look back.

Deep breath now life must go on. I maybe cold and empty but I can’t change what has gone. So on with smile force a light into my eyes and  treat with care whatever crumbs of happiness that fall from the skies.

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