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Tender
Tender
Tendrils of silken hair
As if from nowhere she’d appear
Tracing my face with fingertips
A gentle touch of her lips
Soothing comforting caring
Love and affection sharing
Nowhere I’d rather be
But beside her eagerly
A part of the love she offered
Sitting beside her in her rocker
This gentle tender soul so giving
Sharing insights about living
A life so full of all that could be
If only I took hold of opportunity
Always there supporting me never alone
Nothing ever for which to atone
I miss her gentle kind nature
Forever my muse my humble teacher
Of truth wisdom care and love
Remembering you I’ll never tire of
A Fountain of Affection
Whether it be family or friends
Never treat them as bookends
Keep them close in your heart
Never from their love depart
A fountain of affection and care
With you they will gratefully share
You mean more than you’ll ever know
Even if occasionally they might not show
How special and treasured you are
Much about you they certainly admire
You have much to offer them all
Cherished words shared that enthrawl
It may seem insignificant and natural to you
The little acts of kindness you do
That add up to mountains full of feeling
You are always delightful, endearing
Natty
Natty
Natty is a very old word
And clearly not often heard
It mans chic elegant snazzy
Nothing here that’s trashy
Coiffed to perfection
In the latest collection
Clean tidy well put together
Completely lovely, altogether
Bright and Clear
The day dawned bright and clear
Oh what a beautiful sight
It filled her with great cheer
Her spirits lifted it was a highlight
Sitting in the early morning sun
Peace and tranquility were hers
Coffee in hand it was a home run
Creative juices flowing stirred
A delightful beginning to set the day
Nothing to rain on her parade
No errands to run, a mini holiday
As she faced the day happily unafraid
Uniform
Uniform
For years we were taught to be uniform
Go with the flow dont rock the boat conform
Now we’re encouraged think outside the box
Be fresh believe the impossible remove the blocks
A uniform for school the armed forces and style
Wearing what others wear it’s fashion
In hair styles, clothing, shoes a passion
Held in the uniform of what we chose to wear
Often worn with decorum and so much flair
Are we really that much different today
Our music a standard sound with no melee
Uniform in thought and design
What makes it yours what makes it mine
Perhaps it’s the pride with which we wear
What we choose with great fanfare
Shopping Malls
I cannot walk a long distance
I often require assistance
In the mall I ride a cart
Oh be still my beating heart
The sites I see at kid level
Nothing here in which to revel
All I see as I ride on through
A bunch of arses who knew
Kids act out in malls regularly
Now I understand why exactly
The problem I identified
Never shall I brush aside
So like “Silly Old Sod”
Although it might look odd
We play silly games
Never the experience the same
Dinosaur Hunting – Ode to Silly old Sod!
I loved your piece so much, that this little ditty popped instantly into my head. Hope you enjoy and don’t think it is an invasion on your piece. I was completely captivated by it 🙂
It was a day full of cheer
Everyone grinning ear to ear
Watching searching for
That elusive dinosaur
Hiding lurking sneaking about
Where was he hiding, move out!
We’ll capture him at the corner
He can be such a charmer
Look left, look right
I have him in my sight
Get him grandpa your bigger than me
I can’t capture more than a knee
Grandpa jumped into the fray
It was indeed a glorious day!
Distant
Distant
She’d never felt more distant
Nothing short of brilliant
Every emotion subjucated
No longer to be debated
Clearly clinically able to solve
The dilemna now facing all
Able momentarily to stall
Table her love and end the siege
Diving into the breech
A solution all could believe in
Honest true and without spin
Even though her heart now ached
Knowing the cost she’d not escaped
Daring hoping he’d understand
Her inability to speak beforehand
Her sideways glance saw the shock
A smile twitched as he took stock
Of what she’d accomplished
A war on two turfs averted
Ode to a Friend
The sun shone brightly overhead
Not a shadow of doubt nor any dread
To mar the delight of this event
On which much time had been spent
More it was an ode to a long lost friend
Responsible for many books penned
About life death, love and hope
On a never before seen scope
People often listened to her sage words
As healing to their soul as fragrant herbs
Too often it seemed acknowledgement came
Too late in this world came the acclaim
Still her words would live on
Never more would they be forgotten
Living as our True Selves
We never know what others are or have suffered. I wrote this after reading Liza’s blog today. It was full of truth and surprise.
The hope lies in trying
In living and defying
The odds that say no
Standing tall after the blow
Refreshing life and understanding
With strength and friends banding
Against the hurt pain and sorrow
Continuing strong and more so grow
Into a life that is worth living
Laughing sharing and giving
When we can and when we should
To friends family and neighbourhood
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