The empty house

I was not always as you see me now, decaying  old ready to take a final bow.

I was beautiful tall and strong , a stable bet to set your life upon.

It is cold at night and the wind finds my every crack

I tremble and shudder now as the tubes roll by on the nearby  track.

I brace myself against the traffic’s thunder,

Each day that passes the fact I still stand here  is a wonder.

I used to hear the children sing ,

The chime of doorbells as they’d ring.

Families living in me weaving their life

As I stood there for them strong in their joys and strife.

I have seen babies born and babies die,

Mothers grieving, husbands turning a blind eye.

Birthdays, marriages, divorces all old hat, kindly couples happy in each others care

Evil bastards who knock their women flat out on the stair,

Or shout them down until they loose all hope

Weighted down with worries and too many children to cope.

The birds are now happy in my rafters

Their cooing fills my rooms instead of laughter ,

It is still a happy sound not unlike the sounds

Of children playing here there  and  all around.

At night lovers climb through my open doors

They make love upon my dust floors

For them I am their only meeting place ,

For what ever reason they may have to hide their face.

Drinkers also drug addicts too

They hide within my walls to do what they must do.

I am decaying crumbling away

I do not want to go yet I want to stay.

Try me out I could be the best deal for you

If you build me up I shall protect you true.

I could be the canvas to build your life upon.

I could be rebuilt, decorated and glazed I could dance again to children’s song.

Race of life, passing of time

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Clock face out of pace , time flies its a race.

Tick tock out of space  turn and run fall from grace.

Time flies, crooks and spies . Dead bodies fester maggots and blue flies.

Life comes life goes death travels on, no one knows where he goes.

Tick tock ,plip plop dripping tap racing clock. Watch your toes on the starting block.

Peddle peddle wheels go round changing gears drowns the sound

Of horses hoofs on the ground.

Big eyes tell lies, open mouths catch flies. Death lives life dies!

Gentle arbours what do you see

What secrets do you arbours keep, what would you tell us if you would speak.Tales and history down the years would they encumber and wreath us with tears.

laced in fog

In early morning’s drape of lacy fog you watch  an early riser and his dog wandering under your leafy ceiling delighting in an ethereal feeling.

Peeping from the branches green tiny pixies can be seen preparing a byre for their fairy queen. Later as the sun climbs high and birds wield about in the blue skies. Workers sit and take their rest, in the shadows that your leaves and branches cast the best.

Skipping carefree homeward bound amid your trunks school children can be found. Happy games they like to play at the end of their school day.

After tea the mother’s stroll with their babes in prams they roll. Innocent eyes first glances see of lush green leaves above them as a canopy. Tiny fingers, tiny toes basking in the warm evening sun’s glow.

As the night descends the birds beginning to roost and join all their friends. The woodland creatures prance around in one last play before, for safety they go to ground. They all love their arbours cover as do now the human nocturnal lovers. They, all full of passion join their bodies lips and groin. The soft green grass supports their backs they watch the star through the branches cracks. Their boudoir all free and clean this arbour which is all fresh and green.

What secrets do you arbours keep, what would you tell us if you would speak.Tales and history down the years would they encumber and wreath us with smiles and tears.

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