A raid into my archives for these three poems from times gone by…
Omens
What are these things called omens
What really do they say
As the world it spins around us
Lots will come our way
I won’t stand where there is danger
At least that which is known
But omens say keep moving
For there’s dangers that can roam
Be like the sea stay restless
And move from shore to shore
For mountains soon will wander
From where they where before
And stones can be quite heavy
As they tumble to the ground
So the omens say go sailing
And safety will be found
Perhaps the world is changing
Far beyond belief
But if you listen to the omens
You will not come to grief
PTT 13/05/2015
Lost To Time
He looked inside the closet
And her shoes and coat weren’t there
But he guessed she would not need them
Now she’s over there
Her perfume stands neglected upon the counter top
How he wished he could stop looking
But he didn’t know how to stop
Her voice was just a memory
So he called her on the phone
And when it went to voicemail
It’s then he felt alone
“I’m not here at the moment
I guess you know that’s plain
But leave a message for me
And I’ll get back to you again”
His tears they flowed like water
And left a salty trail
For his life was now a history
In which just once he’d sailed
Nothing spared his feelings
No matter where he stared
But if the truth be known
Right now he did not care
Time had been the culprit
It passed without alarm
As forever he’d be lonely
Without her loving charm
2018
Patience
You know you test my patience
You know you make me wait
You know I really hate it
To think that I’ll be late
I’d rather get there early
Than be taken by surprise
You always keep me waiting
Do you really think that’s wise?
I’ll just have to go without you
And make it on my own
You can follow on behind me
Now please don’t take that tone
I don’t think I shall bother
I think I’ll stay at home
I best say I’m not coming
I’ll do it on the phone
Ok so now you’re ready
And saying what’s the fuss
We’ll be there too early
There’s just no need to rush
You haven’t phone a taxi
Well now we’ll have to wait
If it doesn’t get here quickly
I think that we’ll be late
You say I’m just a nightmare
And I really should relax
For this is just a night out
And not a dawn attack
But my patience on the wane now
It’s wearing really thin
To get to this bloody party
Our chances seem quite slim
PTTodd Sept 2005
Thoughts to Ponder – We are travelers on a cosmic journey, stardust, swirling and dancing in the eddies and whirlpools of infinity. Life is eternal. We have stopped for a moment to encounter each other, to meet, to love, to share.This is a precious moment. It is a little parenthesis in eternity.” – Paulo Coelho
Music on You Tube-Best of Indian’s Song – Ly O Lay Ale Loya
Recent Comments