Daveys limericks, poems or simple rhymes??

I just saw this beautiful, touching poem of yours! What a testimony to this person that was lost! I loved the ending, too.
yes a dear friend of mine who eased my entry into arriving in Oz and I still speak to his first wife but not of he too much!!
 

Grandad
I went to see me grandad
hadn't seen him for a while
he didn't say a lot this time
he'd even lost his smile!

so I just sat and talked to him
not sure if he was listening
but then I knew he must have heard
his crocuses were glistening

I just watched them as they slowly grew
he seemed to reach out and say
I may be lying six foot down
but I can hear everything you say!

Our Pets
The cat sat on the mantle piece
it didn't move a paw
they'd washed it in alabaster
and dried it by the door

the bird sat in the gilded cage
hanging upside down
it swung occasionally in the breeze
but didn't make a sound

the dog stood by the fire hearth
with a glazed look in its eyes
the 'dermist said "give it a week'
then varnish both its eyes

the hamster scurried around the room
looking for a meal
and then the batteries run out
and it stopped behind the screen

the rabbit looked quite lively
as it lay upon the plate
they'd forgotten to take the fur off
and it burnt whilst on the grate

Granny just sat and looked
at all this menagerie
they'd stuffed her after easter
he hand held cup with tea

me mother said "it's quieter with everyone at rest"
now go brush ya hair, bible out
to church in sunday best!

Davey © 2024
 
Mountain Interlude

We spent summer high in the mountains
Where the tree line fades with the sun
Bathed in bubbling pools ;frolicked naked
God it felt mighty ; exhuberant ; just fun

And just for a moment or eons
You were Adam and I was the Eve
We walked naked through ‘gardens of Eden’
And all guilt - ridden fears disappeared?

I gentle caressed you all over
Pulled you closer till you exploded with delight
Let you search for the mount I called Venus
Felt your chest heaving and heaving with might

We feasted on juniper berries
Tickled trout and smoked them till brown
You said let’s call them herrings
I said why not and fed your waiting mouth!

We lay down as the sun started setting
Watched the skyline ablaze for short while
Lit the fire that laid in the doorway
You buried your face in my smile!

Each day became our new adventures
Was this how it possible should be?
Really no need for trappings just sunsets
And you deeply connected to me?

But we knew about beginnings and endings
And felt happiness ; sorrow and pain
Was this our last chance to stand naked and dance
Would we ever know mountains again?

Davey ©2024
 

The Price of Freedom​

We all thought democracy was free
a birthright given without a fee
But now worlds erupt before our eyes
and smoke curls up to wondering skies

We see how easily snatched away
removed by those who tyranny crave
they want it all at any cost
can’t live in peace despite their cross?

The order says just bomb them all
women ; children, big city halls
We built them up on Russian land
we’ll raise them to the ground like sand

We all look on in disbelief
At the carnage and acts of souless minds
Now we know what democracy costs
And how it can be so easily lost

Davey ©2024
 
Wounded Warriors

she felt that she was sinning
the first time that they met
but they were wounded warriors
thought that there was no more best?

She shivered in the cold night air
He said lets finda place that cares
And so they drove to outskirts bare
Just one bright light that beckoned there

The inn was small with alcove dens
he guided her they sat a while
The dusk was settling into the night
He turned her eyes now sparkled bright

A waitress glided ‘round the floor
and stopped with enquiring eyes no more
He asked for two mulled wines and platters
she smiled ; moved on no kitchen natters

He asked her what’s your plan tonight
she said “can’t go back he drinks he fights
He said “well lets relax a while and when
The rest unspoken until then

and then a half shaped plan emerged
He wondered if he’d have the nerve
but took a chance and asked her straight
Do you wanna finish in some other place?

She turned and looked with half formed smile
asked “what just take off eat up some miles”?
He smiled said “ I’m travelling light today
Any baggage can be dropped along the way”?

The car roared off with her laughter drifting
she felt her broken spirit start lifting; uplifting
A new life had started among a trillion stars
Here endeth the lesson of those dew eyed love struck bards!

Davey © 2024
 
this was inspired by a friend of mine who had a lovely cat who shared his bedroom and who underwent [he not the cat!] several episodes in mental health facilities

"Secluded Glades"

He struggled with the words as they tumbled in his head
they made perfect sense whilst up there
but once on paper bled

His world seemed purrfectcally sane
but then the white men came again
and said he'd stayed away to long
his tranquilizer home had gone

but I feel so normal now he shrieked
and my poetry is just so neat
just let me stay an eon more
and let this insane world hear more!

we understand your plaintive cry
they whispered as they began to tie
the straight jacket 'round and 'round
now just relax, don't make a sound

when you return to "secluded glades"
with all your friends in unmarked graves
they'll understand your splintered views
and welcome you and all your news

so leave behind this greying world
where people work and drink and shirk
and let your fertile mind flow free
as you embrace you, I and me!

© davey 2024
 
I haven't heard a limerick in so long. When I was in 5th grade or so, I used to go to the library and take out books of Limericks. Edward Lear, I believe was one author. I was so hooked on them. 📚
 
this was inspired by a friend of mine who had a lovely cat who shared his bedroom and who underwent [he not the cat!] several episodes in mental health facilities

"Secluded Glades"

He struggled with the words as they tumbled in his head
they made perfect sense whilst up there
but once on paper bled

His world seemed purrfectcally sane
but then the white men came again
and said he'd stayed away to long
his tranquilizer home had gone

but I feel so normal now he shrieked
and my poetry is just so neat
just let me stay an eon more
and let this insane world hear more!

we understand your plaintive cry
they whispered as they began to tie
the straight jacket 'round and 'round
now just relax, don't make a sound

when you return to "secluded glades"
with all your friends in unmarked graves
they'll understand your splintered views
and welcome you and all your news

so leave behind this greying world
where people work and drink and shirk
and let your fertile mind flow free
as you embrace you, I and me!

© davey 2024
You have a wonderful way with words, @davey! Nice development of the theme of mental illness.
 
Many thanks !! he retorted as he heard the coin drop in his hat!! I did work in one of those institutions once but out of respect perhaps never thought of writing of them?? it feels like professional self-destruction!
 
The Hong Kong Blues

The life blood of the city is a wheeling dealing kind
If it slows down for a minute millions get wiped off the sign
Once the engine has been cranked to move the money ‘round
It sets perpetual motion for every living sound

From the banker to the hawker, lawyer, doctor, beggar, crim
They all get caught up in the maelstrom; just to win
And even cripples have to keep up with the pace
Or they miss out on the dollars that are dropped their way in grace

The tourists gaze in wonderment at the ever changing scene
And they too get swept along ; their money moved unseen
But they’re not here forever and so can enjoy the ride
The rest need to be awake before the morning tide

And no one seems to question the allocated dreams
Who make up HK millions of $ besotted queens
Just grab a Mac and scurry on, noodles grab for lunch
Work till dusk and then beyond, pack the bars their nerves to crunch

But there is another image of this ancient opium port
You have to walk beyond the veil to customs that are taught
They’re found in ancient villages with ancient village walls
In paddy fields of border towns were you here the talisman call

The timeless prayers of monastery halls echo from the beams
And monks with wispy greying beards, chant messages unseen
Families following lifestyles carved from ancient grist
Whilst sons and daughters find the city life to difficult to resist

There is a Chinese proverb that holds this scene in place
It explains the contradictions that the old and new still face
“from the old doth come the new, the old provides; has longer view
The new must use their energy wise, and not forget their roots that guide

And that is why HK survives as hybrids ‘round the world
The new reach out for greater worlds, as their images unfurl
But the golden thread runs deep from the ancient to the new
And the ancestors keep calling to remember honour due

© davey2024
 
Memories​

Have you ever sat and thought about

the hamlet of ya birth [or elsewhere?]

The laughter; tears and challenges

And all that they were worth?


Do you sometimes now at twilight

Or in early morning haze

Sit; go back; capture moments

Of those long gone crazy days?


Are the pictures still embedded?

Of who you were and what you were worth?

What you gave to those who needed more

Nurtured those with extra care?


I owe a few apologies; a handshake;

Perhaps a hug

Given a few attached to emails

But they can’t carry my warm blood


I’ve heard of those gone already

Even ‘zoomed’ to far off ends!!

But it’s not quite the same as shoulder hugs

Saying “Hi glad that were still friends"

© Davey 2024
 
Snow Flurries



She stood standing in the drive

Waiting for the flurries to arrive

and all she had was socks and pants and wig!



But as her tits turned blue

she said Honey bring the brew

and we’ll sup a mug or two to old lang Sid!



He said Hun whilst I admire your grit

ya gonna lose ya tits

and then you’ll look a sorry sight?



She said No just let it go

and lets revel in the snow

It’s wot the British do for their delight!



Then she said – come drop ya balls

and swing them to enthral

the neighbours girls who have just curtains moved



Ok he said be damned

I’ll show them how I’m planned

to surprise you with a ball of all ya own!!



Oh dear she said how sweetheart

Just kneel before the crease\

and catch the golden dew drops as they fall



He said this is so exotic

but the neighbours girls are besotted

and they’re fighting for first out the bedroom door



she said “I’ll share you for a while

seeing as it is yuletide”

but once you’ve shown them how Xmas swings ‘round here

Let’s back to our trist with xmas pud and sweetened rice

and then indulge in more snow flakes upon the lawn?

Davey © 2024
 
March brings in the snow





the chilling winds are here again

and flakes of white descend

it looks so calm on painted cards

but through my scarf head bends



My trusted dog doth make no sound

head bent towards whitened ground

He hopes we’re heading home real soon

Perhaps we should here rises moon



We turn as oak tree comes in sight

and see our glistening snow clad light

and as the gate creaks open fast

we both feel chilled but home at last



but rituals must be obeyed

stand in the porch as by a grave

shake off the last remaining flakes

dog murmurs ‘ get in for goodness sake!



Roaring fire lights up the room

remove our dampened clothes

dog gives one last shake

lays beneath the fires hearth break

Davey © 2024
 
Dusk

The even dusk creeps in again
I sit in forest glade
the birds are always last to go
So busy with last waves

and later as the gloom descends
wallabies timidly drink from dog bowls for a lend
they're twitchy ; I daren't make a move
Or they're gone like rockets missing trees that never bend!

The birds have stopped their evenings songs
can't hear a leaf hit the hearth
if I stay much longer will be swallowed up
taken back to mother earth

the dog had long sort inward warmth
and now welcomes as I finally enter ; close the door
I'm in a womb or perhaps a tomb?
but here I stay till sun ups tune!!

Davey@ 2024
 
I really enjoyed the vivid imagery and sense of quiet wonder in your poem. You paint a beautiful picture of the transition from dusk to night in the forest glade.

Your poem has a very peaceful, observant quality that lets you appreciate the small wonders of nature's cycles.
 
The Dawn Sneaks In

the dawn sneaks in without a noise

no blaring trumpets; birds or blues

I’ve never caught it on the turn

I shouldn’t wear these squeaky shoes!


It’s as if the birds wait for a cue

of course they do of course they do

Most don’t seem fly at dark at dark

but who comes first the sparrow or the lark?


Have you seen nature paint in black and white

Well if you make afore the dawn you might just might?

she paints in shadows greys with some sharp ends

and waits for cracks of dawn to bend



The true full colours come only with the sun?

Remember wet and dreary days

No colours seem to come – I stared through windows on those dreary days

and can only make out grey to darker grey!



Davey© 2024
 
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The Dawn Sneaks In

the dawn sneaks in without a noise

no blaring trumpets; birds or blues

I’ve never caught it on the turn

I shouldn’t wear these squeaky shoes!


It’s as if the birds wait for a cue

of course they do of course they do

Most don’t seem fly at dark at dark

but who comes first the sparrow or the lark?


Have you seen nature paint in black and white

Well if you make afore the dawn you might just might?

she paints in shadows greys with some sharp ends

and waits for cracks of dawn to bend



he true full colours come only with the sun?

Remember wet and dreary days

No colours seem to come – I starred through windows on those dreary days

and can only make out grey to darker grey!



Davey© 2024
Thanks for the poem, @davey! Just checking about the first line in the last stanza. Is it supposed to start with "he" and the third line, I think you meant "stared." Nice imagery!
 
The technicalities of life and poetry writing! - having recently been describing my forest living conditions and the variations of light and shade and sun I became more interested in researching just what twilight is !! - I really shouldn't have done that just stuck to simple rural??

Here goes for your info but I think it's gonna mess up my poems. I might have to consult with Pam Ayres for some advise?

there are apparently three types of twilight and twilight both defines the period before final darkness descends at night but also the period before final sunlight appear in the morn!!

the three are named Civil ; Nautical and Astronomical. Civil will be the lightest state of darkness and astronomical the greatest degree of darkness either morning or night ? - well how the hell am I gonna make these sound sweet and rhyming in woodland poems?? Here is a link also for the really technical/scientific minded men AND women!! And it also is provided from Sioux Falls SD?

stages of twilight wherever you may fall?
 
I sat in 'civil twilight' tonight and saw a bird or two

Then it did a ‘nautical’ twist on me and the moon turned murky blue

And finally I can only say it just became astronomically grey

It was then I lost my footing and fell over our cats grave?

nah that didn't work too well

Floodlighting has gotta be the answer??
 
Cats and Dogs

It’s raining ‘cats and dogs today’

and a gray sigh’s in the sky

The flies have disappeared ; not their sorta high?


The wooded doves are cooing

sharp and gently piercing to the ear

Will return to cooling coffee and the mozzi coils a whirl


The dog wants to keep on walking

wish I could match him mile for mile

he scratches wet patch off sodden soil

and lays down with a sigh


He watches me from time to time

Now wants to get back indoors

but he understand my rituals

and settles for few snores


What keeps me out or sends me in

Must be the kinda mood that wins?

Sometimes it gets too melanchole

when the coils get twitched he knows he’s in!

© Davey 2024
 
Changing Seasons – From Blues to Grey?



No even sunlit skies tonight!

A cape of grey lets in some light

No sudden squalls ; just gentle whaffs

Wood pigeons drink from bowls – last quaffs?



[Me Da was poet decades past ;wish he could join me now]

Dogs have last barking chorus

There must be forest ghosts – night aborists??



I sit and wait for curtain call

No sudden switch ; slow motion swarl?

The greens grow darker lose all light

I’m almost at the cross roads “night”



I’m waiting for that magic spark

That says ‘lights switch off ; turn to dark

the breeze has almost disappeared

And then it happens ; slow – surreal !



©@ Davey 2024
 
What a treasure trove of poetry I'm seeing for the first time.
I finished the first page but will return. I'm impressed Davey!
I've enjoyed reading them(y)
 


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