Poem of 2024

Boys
...the sex pistols didn't really catch here but Savage Garden did for a while. Have you ever  sung in karaokes?

did you hear him sing
he crooned it so well
I blushed, he sang a song
that calls my name

I turned to her
you think he likes me
She laughed yes he does
I was hopeful

But he didn't like us
he had a wife and kid
he was singing for his child
the name the same as mine

she laughed softly
moonbeam playing on her barrettes
a shooting star
illuminated her face
she turned to him
as the breeze blew her hair
off her face

Lookin' At The Future In Her Rear View Mirror:
'Have you ever sung in karaokes?' she asks him

He smiles, then thinking sadly of his tale,
remembering of certain songs he's known,
he casts his mind back through obscuring veil
of tears, and years that have so swiftly flown,

to when in city-centre pub she said:
'Go on! Get up and sing a song for me!'
and so with fearful, trepidatious tread
he walked up to the stage, unhappily,

and though he couldn't sing a single note
he chose their song* and then began to sing
across that crowded bar, with love to float
the words above the voices and the ching

of money tills towards his only love
who sat and watched and sang those same words back
to him. And soon the noisy push and shove
of drunken people in that bar grew slack

and they began to listen as he sang
the love that overflowed his heart for her
while she returned his love in words that rang
out true and quietened all the drinkers there.

Then when the song was done, the music still,
he went to where she waited with a kiss,
while all the pub again began to fill
with noise. He didn't hear. Her kiss was bliss.

The music's silent now and doesn't play;
for something came and took her song away.



The wind was sighing softly through the trees
and sharing secrets with their rustling leaves
as, high above, the Moon with light so pale
began to listen as she told her tale.

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*The song:
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=oxK7RPlt6TE&pp=ygUYYnJlYWQgYmFieSBpbSBhIHdhbnQgeW91


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A moment in Time
...I love that song. Lovely to think it is you and your beloved's song too. Awesome!

there was a moment in time
when nothing seemed to rhyme
nothing seemed to go right
even dreams were out of sight

nothing seemed to be amazing
or even slightly interesting
the boredom was immense
the disappointment intense

a letter from a pen-pal
arrived giving me a boost
unfortunately she wanted to stop
writing to me on that day

cos she had a new pen-pal
from nearer her home
way out in Australia
she needed the money for her stamp

she laughed softly
looking far away
into the horizon
the moon shone
unto the valley below

Lookin' At The Future In Her Rear-View Mirror:
She doesn't ask him a question this morning

... and so he wonders what to write about,
and then remembers of a message sent
a while ago, and if he's worked it out
correctly 'doggy-bag' today has meant
she's said to one she loved her last goodbye.
She's parted from her for that final time
and watched her soaring up to Heaven's sky,
her Spirit singing of their friendship's rhyme.
He sends a Hug on softly beating wings
across the world to her. It's flying now
and when it holds her tight he hopes it brings
a little comfort, hopes it can, somehow.
  But though those two so sadly are apart
  they'll live forever in each other's heart.


The wind was sighing softly through the trees
and sharing secrets with their rustling leaves
as, high above, the Moon with light so pale
began to listen as she told her tale.

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https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=QkF3oxziUI4&pp=ygUSc3RhaXJ3YXkgdG8gaGVhdmVu


👣YNWA👣

Screens

for when the voices are silent
for when there's no inspiration
there's that poem waiting to be written
there are the words waiting to be spoken

the hush of a sabbatical
from walks under harvest moons
shared thoughts some theatrical
of some unfortunate events

Screens are for these silence
to keep the meanders still
until the time tick again
movies play on the reel


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(I've filled the gap before 'Screens'☝️Scroll up☝️

The Road Goes Ever On.
Filling The Gap: He reposts the poem above☝️ he wrote before she posted 'Screens', and explains his reasoning in the poem below 🙃

He wrote his moonlight poem yesterday
then took it down, rewrote it, posted it,
then took it down. The poem didn't say
exactly what he wanted, just a bit.
But then today he thinks that she may think
he didn't bother, didn't care to write
a poem, had abandoned her, to slink
away and leave her standing in the night.
So, even though that poem was all wrong,
he posts it back, to show her that he'd tried
beneath that shining Moon to sing a song
in verse, that inspiration hadn't died.
The Road goes on and all roads have their end.
It's always best to walk it with a friend.


The wind was blowing softly through the trees.
He finished speaking, gave her hand a squeeze,
as Moon shone down with silver's palest light.
They walked together, through the velvet night.
The path dipped down into a flowery dell
and she began her latest tale to tell.

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https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=pu7AR0-FRro&pp=ygURd2hvbGUgb2YgdGhlIG1vb24%3D

👣YNWA👣

Reasons
...silence and peace goes together, tranquility without the sounds. Glad you're alright

the little cat sat in a quiet corner
all alone she seemed to be lost
she had just lost her mother
the mother who loved her most

her mother was a gentle dog
who loved her when cat-mother
abandoned her at birth
dog-mum took over and loved her so

dog-mum died after giving birth to stillborn
the kitten went around the house
not mewing just looking around
tired she curled up in a corner  

I cuddled her
gave her a treat
shared a sofa pillow
but I will never be mum


in every shadow that flits through the night
is a reminder for her how life is short
the soft light plays on her long hair
as she looks up the gigantic trees
soft breeze ruffles their leaves
like sighs of falling gossamer webs
she felt that when in sorrow they part
comfort accompany her in moonlight curve