24 Apr 2017

Point me to the cliche!

Who doesn't like to sneer at a cliche?
Although pound for pound cliches don't count for much
here I can write as many as I like - a double whammy
Or a winning combination!

Let me call a spade a spade.......
this could separate the wheat from the chaff,
or have I merely shot myself in the foot!
Only time will tell!

I may seem like an okay sort of guy
(does the Pope wear a funny hat?)
and have both oars in the water
but who would know?

Let's be honest, this was a half-baked idea
but even a blind squirrel finds an acorn once in a while
and I thought I would have a shot.
Although I won't hold my breath!

With tongue firmly planted in cheek
I've put my best foot forward -
in this life if you snooze, you lose

So here's looking at you, kid!

19 Apr 2017

Paying Attention




it's time to move he says
can't have you falling down the stairs
at every chance you get
....... attention seeking


our home is perfection she says
looking out over the ocean
other houses hidden from view
....... and no barking dogs

but they start looking anyway
at hutches and rabbit warrens
neighbours within spitting distance
....... as they nearly all are

they explore all city suburbs
short list their preferences
a few streets here and there
....... not many fit the bill

they consider a retirement village
a ghetto for the elderly 
while watching their net worth dwindle
...... but the children approve

Yes they must do something
sooner rather than later
before one of them carks it
....... attention seeking



18 Apr 2017

We




these days there is a shadow on my heart
a stone so weighty breathing is suppressed
such sadness from this time we've been apart
and memories of times when we were blessed

no sleep while eyes keep searching in the night
your warmth no longer felt here at my side
without your arms to hold me nothing's right
no comfort to be had for tears I've cried

why did you have to be the one to go
how could I be prepared for such a day
you've taken secrets only you could know
I'm left with all these words I didn't say

dear love, I do so long for it to be
no longer 'I' but once more back to 'we'




11 Apr 2017

A Litany of Loss



In each and every corner lies
the blood of cruelty
while human kind ignoring cries
allows inequity.

From palaces and parliaments
despots seek their way
while using gods to justify
they care not who they slay.

Wreaking terror in their path
some bomb to kill and maim
while others have no need for guns
oppression is their game.

For centuries the multitudes
have toiled their days 'til death 
in poverty and ignorance,
their lives mere taking breath.

But modern man cannot excuse
indifference to cries
from those who live life in distress,
it's there before our eyes.

Inside our homes come fictions foul
de-sensitising soul,
acceptance of atrocities
becomes part of our whole.

Great writers, only read by few,
described all they foresaw,
no longer reach their audience
- not lost, but gone before.


Summer Magic












the outhouse, such a magic place
to hide away in and pretend
we'd set up house in that small space
when summers seemed to have no end 

evicting spiders with a broom
brushing the cobwebs from the walls
contents piled high to make more room
we'd crouch evading adult calls

our favourites sometimes joined us there
wizards, kings and underlings
we the princesses tall and fair
our robes old curtains tied with strings

fair heroines from fairy tales
invited us to join them dine
serving the finest worms and snails
sipping sump water as the wine

candles in jam jars giving light
when daylight could not penetrate
keeping weird potions out of sight
recipes on a piece of slate

being fairies one day, witches next
by giants and trolls and elves beguiled
guarding our secret muscles flexed
imaginations running wild 

summers of fun behind that door
we'd set up house in that small space
as children who could ask for more
- the outhouse, such a magic place



6 Apr 2017

Butterfly Days
















Those days when hearts were light and free,
happiness flew from tree to tree,
seemed plenty there for everyone
like butterflies in summer sun.

The woods were filled with laughter then
with promised kisses sought in vain,
soft laughter drifting as we'd run
like butterflies in summer sun.

Innocence lit by summer days
filtered now through wintry haze,
such happy times we filled with fun
like butterflies in summer sun.

Those days when hearts were light and free
like butterflies in summer sun.



knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door




Now God, if you are really there
I'll ask you nicely if I dare,
They say heaven's gates are closed to sin
so ..... am I out or am I in?


29 Mar 2017

The Dancing Musketeers




At dancing class my friend comes too
- we're all for one and one for all,
a taxi brings us up from Kew,
at dancing class my friend comes too.
But now I don't know what to do -
there must be room, he's only small.
At dancing class my friend comes too
- we're all for one and one for all.


No stopping me





they said you can't do it
that did it for me
the rest is 
history


Perennial




Please come and live with me, said he.
My parents won't agree, said she, 
they'll tell me that it's not for me
and I would rather marry.

But if we wed then not agree,
it could end in divorce, said he,
and this way you will easy see
I'm no Tom or Dick or Harry.

Look, said she, quite honestly
though you're a special man to me,
it's something that can never be
unless your name I carry.

You're something of a pest, said he,
I know what works the best for me
- it's not marriage and monogamy
so I'll no longer tarry.



All sorts and conditions of men





All sorts and conditions of men
are available to taste -
she picked you out
then spat you back.
Afterwards.



13 Mar 2017

Song of the Nightjar

secretly whispers on evening wings
softly lamenting fading light
brushing against a mouth that sings

settles lightly where a cobweb clings
fluttering though the breeze be slight
secretly whispers on evening wings

beware dark melodies that bring
tormented creatures of the night
brushing against a mouth that sings

hovers gently over fairy rings
calling quietly for his own delight
secretly whispers on evening wings

swoops where faintest shadows fling
from startled creatures taking flight
brushing against a mouth that sings

such sweetness from a note that rings
before the first night star shines bright
secretly whispers on evening wings
brushing against a mouth that sings




Kernow - land of tales untold


Land's end indeed, as pounding seas
and craggy cliffs remind us still
that this the seat where Arthur ruled
and Celts survived with stoic will.

Scraped lives from harsh and windy moors,
and fought to fill their nets with fish,
searched for copper, tin and clay,
to survive with pride their only wish.

Bounded by water on three sides, 
villages and coast are sights to see.
Her people, surviving nature's whim,
heirs to proud, rebellious history.



Beware the stair

descending her eyesight deceived her
she tumbled downstairs and it peeved her
having got such a clout
that she knocked herself out
a medical service retrieved her

the ambulance men did some things here -
their injury gear almost sings here 
but she cried - 'don't go quick
cos i'm feeling quite sick,
you sure that this motor has springs here? '

the Casualty staff got her sorted
from the dire disaster she'd courted 
after all sorts of bods
did enumerable prods
all lesions were clearly reported

then came stitches and plaster and more
and admission to Surgical floor
she praised all staff involved
for the problems they'd solved
and advice she'd no longer ignore

USE THE HAND RAIL!!!





23 Feb 2017

Where angels tread


let misty evening be my shroud
soft tendrils drifting cool and dim
where only angels are allowed

where mourning trees stand ever proud
a nightjar's song the only hymn
let misty evening be my shroud

unearthly treasures are endowed
to those who tread this pathway grim
where only angels are allowed

go softly where the bluebells crowd
lit azure by day's dying rim
let misty evening be my shroud

falter not though head is bowed
to find this place as senses dim
where only angels are allowed

yet hearts are singing strong and loud
such is the world of cherabim
let misty evening be my shroud
where only angels are allowed



22 Feb 2017

beneath our feet



energy boiling underground
those seismic forces ebb and flow
sometimes erupt with might and sound
energy boiling underground
such cataclysmic shifts abound
tectonic plates play touch and go
energy boiling underground
those seismic forces ebb and flow


21 Feb 2017

color me unique




color me phosphorescent
and I would glow in the dark
gathering my light
from external sources

color me fluorescent
and I would be a bit more 
out of the ordinary 
and you would see me

storing and reflecting light
I would glow day and night
better even than metallics
and all just for you 

color me phosphorescent
color me fluorescent
oh, pretty please, see me
- why don't you?


20 Feb 2017

Shadow Dance

why did she choose Calliope
as her artistic muse
brain damage not the kindest friend
when searching words to choose

the swirling vortex of her mind
keeps her battling every day
to communicate with other folk
but words slip slide away

it is the same with poetry
as she jumps into the breach
she sees words glinting in the dark
somehow just out of reach

she sits there waiting several hours
ever hopeful that she'll tease
from those tangled skeins of thought
that very word to please

vocabulary was her thing
but with sadness she now finds
that the eloquence she used to own
belongs to other minds

So her poetry is simple
and she envies those whose rhyme
embraces all that artistry
that she can merely mime

 © Lesly Frances Finn 2017




















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Revised version of my poem 'It's in there somewhere'. 
The painting is 'Shadow Dance' © Lesly Frances Finn 2009

Refreshments





she thought maybe her bed needed balance
so she tried out a new lacey valance
then wore nothing at all
when her beau came to call
so he'd not miss the rest of her talents



Night Jar







secretly whisper on evening wings
tormented creatures of the night
brush against a mouth that sings
softly lamenting fading light




16 Feb 2017

Do Not Disturb



She's always been the strong one
That's what she's shown
That's how she's known
But inside it's not really true
Nor has it been her whole life through
While tending others she's been left
And now she finds herself bereft
She feels the need to lay her head
Remain forever safe in bed




13 Feb 2017

what my daddy done told me


skinny women look cold
my pa always said 
for warming the bed
man needs buxom instead
somehow that has always 
cheered me up 
considerable



Her Worst Nightmare











it bellows forth and tugs her hair
she falters on the muddy track
its fury howling through the air
sheer terror stops her turning back

she falters on the muddy track 
the black wind hides which way to go
sheer terror stops her turning back
she hears waves crashing far below

the black wind hides which way to go
no moon, no light of any kind
she hears waves crashing far below
and now must walk as if she's blind

no moon no light of any kind
she weeps to be in such a place
and now must walk as if she's blind
rain lashing harsh across her face

she weeps to be in such a place
no friendly sound or call or bark
rain lashing harsh across her face
hands clawing in the whirling dark

no friendly sound or call or bark
its fury howling through the air
hands clawing in the whirling dark
it bellows forth and tugs her hair

8 Feb 2017

brief barn-yard bulletin


baa-lambs bake in balmy breeze
babbling 'bout the birds and bees
Blanche is bossy and she's big
Blackhead's bold (but wears a wig)
Brownie, bleating bold debate,
believes that beef's best brown bear bait

7 Feb 2017

Youth is but a short dance



quite entrancing 
she is dancing
as yet no false steps
no stutters or mutters 
to spoil her rapture

youth is the key
maybe all she can see
is that time is for herself
as she beckons the seconds
grasping all she can capture

so young and free
what joyous liberty
it shows in her dancing
so naive, so entrancing
best let her be



A is for Acrimony




24 Jan 2017

No Happy Endings

Those awful words that he was leaving her
filling her with overpowering fear.
Was she dreaming or did she really hear
those awful words that he was leaving her,
the reason he might say them was not clear.
Yet lately it had seemed they were so near,
those awful words that he was leaving her,
filling her with overpowering fear




23 Jan 2017

Ode to the RBC



From the heart the red corpuscle
carries oxygen to muscle
goes all around in just one minute
and then returns with none left in it,
recharging in the lungs before
the heart can whoosh it out once more.

Oh tell me Red, how does it seem
to be a prisoner to haem
and tote round all that iron and stuff
to make sure our organs get enough?
You do so much for little praise
and only live ten dozen days

Those other cells? - we won't go near 'em,
they're busy working in the serum,
whizzing at a rate of knots
some fight infection, some make clots,
but it hurts your pride to hear them say
"red blood cells don't have DNA"?

Oh, worry not, dear little cell,
we know your story very well
and oxygen's our main life stay,
without you we'd just fade away.
So carry on and do your bit -
and keep up your haematocrit...


Guardian Angel



hidden from all others' sight
his quiet strength
becomes her salvation

save for his love
encircling her heart
and softly wrapping her 
in peaceful joy

she would be all alone


Worth


when a prize purse of rubies
seems a poor exchange
for that loving heart


where sweet devotion
counts as more valuable
than seams of gold

and glittering prizes
lie in caring smiles
and a warm caress

what other success story
could hold more worth
- there contentment lies





22 Jan 2017

Meet Black

Black can mean so many things
it can be misunderstood,
like when its said in plural
it's both racist and it's rude.
Yet put the small word 'all' in front
and the plural form seems fine 
- who wouldn't want the All Blacks
to play in their front line?


We can think of Guinness drinkers
as they sup on their black grog,
or talk of deep depressives
for those suffering from "black dog."
Black beans will help your colon,
Black-eyed Susans flower in June.
If there are two 'new' in a single month
that will give us a black moon.


Break a strike and you're a blackleg
Blackball someone and they're out
All in all black is quite gloomy
But black coffee may stop gout.
Too much booze may cause a black-out
and black humour makes us laugh,
yet for bad luck to pursue you
let a black cat cross your path.