Category: Poetry

My analogue Ipad

My analogue Ipad

Blue as you like

Awaiting some

Verse not

Necessarily

Terse

A haiku

Or love poem

Written in prose

Carry it round

Where ever I goes

My selfless

Book of me

Me, me

Silvine green

For all to see

I stare at it blankly

With nothing to show

Perhaps that says

More than I know

Things to remember

I’ll probably forget

Can’t miss

The cover

Yellow

And yet

Its something

I’d not wager a bet.

 

For my birthday I was given three exercise books by a wonderful friend who had used lettraset to give each a personal title.

©JohnDaniels2016

Love Weirdness

On the back of the Order of Service for my son’s wedding his wife had found a great quote:

“We are all a little weird and life’s a little weird and when you find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it love.”  – Dr Seuss

So here is an offering on this subject of a weird love story.

To the tip, my darling.

You could meet me at the tip my darling

By the sump oil or waste cardboard skip

For a long hug and a kiss my darling

It isn’t a very long trip

 

I’m sat in the garden my darling

With a book and enjoying the sun

I’ll meet you there my darling

I think it will be such fun

 

You weren’t at the tip my darling

There was no one to hug or to kiss

I just thought it a lovely idea

To add to our feelings of bliss

 

How I missed you my darling

And tried not think of our hug

So I dumped all my bits and my pieces

Along with a heart, too heavy to lug

 

Blame the sun my darling

Beaming all lovely and hot

I fell asleep my darling

I wasn’t that I forgot.

I’ve been to the tip my darling

I searched through all of the dross

And there was your heart my darling

Rescued and found by the boss

 

We’ll both go to the tip my darling

Thank the boss man for all of his trouble

And if all goes to plan my darling

We can kiss and hug by the rubble.

©JohnDaniels 2017

Becoming Invisible

No one noticed at first

Sloughing off, his mind

Except his wife, of course

Who had to cope as best she may

As so slowly he slipped away.

Just when he left is hard to tell

As something about his shell

Seemed it might just retain

A hint of who he once had been

But by the end, it was gone unseen.

They had cared for others, he a man of God

And raised a family and flock together

Overseas to serve, one place cold

The other hot, until their, quite overdue

Time for a  rural retirement quietude.

Short changed it was and soon confused

He took to wandering to find a church

Where he could do his pastoral duty

Then wander and wonder why he’d been

So bars on windows came on the scene.

Then drugs to ease the burden, slightly

Except by now lack of inhibition nightly

A magazine he would use to smite his wife

It wasn’t the worst thing for her to bear

‘Where is the man I love, that I now fear?’

Side effects gave a sweet tooth and theft

Of cakes when he escaped was in order

From an understanding baker down the road

Occasional respite given in a psycho ward

Among the outcasts vulnerable he’d board.

Lord alone knows how she coped, but she did.

She took it all, frail though she became

And hardly ever known to complain

Except to pray that his mind was now with God

And please not long for the rest under the sod.

Sadly In the end his kidney failed and almost

Gladly all that remained was laid in the ground

By family and those who remembered him well.

She missed him, but could not resolve

The mystery of when he really went.

rjdaniels©2010

This is a true story of older friends both gone now. Dementia is a family affair with the burden falling on those who themselves are becoming frail and tired.