Daveys limericks, poems or simple rhymes??

Avon said:
Sorry missed that. Life's problem, if you have not lived a life of sin, a person has less to remember when he gets old.
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Oh I wouldn't say that think of all the good times too- when you made someone smile a little!!
 
7.45 am w/t oz wed 3rd 2023

Grandpas Tickles

they were good times when he smiled
he had that look beguiled
and he joined in all the jokes and all the fun

it was good to see him laugh
although the grandkids thought him daft
and when he scooped them up his tickling was divine

they would squirm and scream delight
and shout grandpa's not too tight
but they just came running back for more

but now that he has gone
and grandma makes them scones
they ask eternal questions on and on

and grandma just sighs and weeps
and says soon I'll need to sleep
and dream about where grandpa thinks he's gawn?

Davey -© 2023 [off the cuff]
 
She Came around

she came one night
with gossamer hair
asked "can I chat a while, dear Sir?"
I said do come in the air is chilled
she smiled and said 'you sound strong willed'

I returned her smile said 'no not really
unless you wish me to be surly?'
of course not Sir, she smiled and blushed
Now this rare wine should not be rushed!

I just did not want to pry
enjoyed the minutes as they went by
we talked of arts and personal crafts
she said mines just painting
Does that sound 'daft'?

Well depends if you like painting houses
from dolls to larger ones 'out houses'
that might be unusual not sure that's craft
do you use brushes or high octane draughts?

I wondered where this thing was goin
I was thinking romance and a bed of roses
she answered no I'm water coloured
nothing to heavy just immersed and smothered?

Hmm I thought where to now? indoors or out?
I mean your paintings - don't get me wrong
I'm happy here [ I felt like fainting!]
I wasn't sure if she was waiting?

She smiled and touched me lightly on the arm
said " that's just fine you've done no harm ;
would you like to see my etchings soon?"
Now I felt faint ready to swoon

Well erhmm stutter stutter I did mutter
yes that would be lovely ; one lump of sugar?
"no I take mine black" she fixed my eyes
Now why should I be so surprised?

Well 'whats a name' this has been lovely
we must catch up again more snuggly
I can't imagine I really said all that
I blushed and stared down at the mat

Again she touched my arm drew closer
I could smell her odour - like bee scented clover
She asked should I come 'round
I said I think we've trod on holy ground!

Well almost a week had gone by
Since that moonbeam had crossed the sky?
Sometimes I thought it just a dream
But them one day as dusk moved in
There was that tap upon the sill

I must confess in these quiet parts
It is unusual I’ve heard remark
As I approached creaking oak door
That same bee scented odour seeped indoors

I opened door and said hello !
I wasn’t sure if you would show?
She laughed a playful sorta chuckle
And fiddled with her golden buckle.

Well do come in make yaself at home
As I beckoned to the chasé de lounge
You did say black last time I recall
Or was it water-coloured falls?

She giggled said whichever way it comes
I’ve brought my etchings you recall
Did she say etchings last time we met?
Don’t now recall ; wouldn’t take a bet

Oh yes you said you had some retched things
You wanted to get rid of come this spring?
My mind was racing in a haze ; felt I’d got myself in a maze
Ah well here’s ya cocoa you did say sugar

Hope you don’t mind only got chipped cups
Some broken biscuits just been brushed
I felt my blushing face grow warmer
She smiled; tapped the lounge said ‘let’s try your sauna’

By this time everything was racing ;
Heart beat ; thyroid ;’ pacemaker pacing?
And then she did the sweetest thing
Just leaned over kissed and clipped my wings

Slow motion swept in like snowstorm
She asked can we lay down and talk till dawn
Well never been a man to disagree
I said of course erhm just follow me

Well when dawn broke t’was most unusual
The sky was sparking azure blue
She said you do talk a lot in your sleep
Well ” I do hope I kept you entertained my sweet?”

Davey © 2023
 
Brief Encounter

I met her on autumnal day
She sat alone as I passed her way
I asked do’ya mind if I sit here?
She weakly smiled and nodded sure?

I sat two body lengths apart
Admiring natures resting larks
Took out my lunch box ; flask of tea
Folded news sometimes to read

Ate silently tried not to slurp
She just sat there with a vacant stare
But you know it’s hard to pry
Particularly if you’re usually shy

Well started feeling uncomfortably shy
I thought I once had heard a sigh
So muttered “ do you happen to live nearby
Sorry wasn’t meaning to pry?”

No that’s alright I heard her stutter
Just across the park l’m full of clutter”
Oh really I replied we all get that way
My life’s been cluttered to this day

I thought I heard a squeaky chuckle
Well at least I’d eased that tightened buckle
{where to next step – had not a clue}
Felt like the tongue was stuck with glue?

Do you come here often I heard me say?
Yea just about every other day!
Walk far or nearby I asked
It was then she opened up a flask

Like a drink of warm rosehip?
Well OK I’ll try a sip?
Wow that hit the spot and spun me ‘round
Steady lad try to avoid the ground!

My head spun ‘round she took my arm
Let’s have a walk and get ya calm
Suddenly I was in a different world
I could see the trees to little twirls??

She guided me along a path
Through a gate I could hear a latch
Wish I could get a handle here
But the more I tried it got more queer?

davey © 2023
 
The New Satanic Mills?

satanic mills churn out war horses once again
democracies are asked to stand somehow defend?
Those principles we thought we’d learned and still hold true?
But satanic whispers still whisper YOU and YOU?

No matter how big those states may be
They still want more to satiated their greed
Some once empires that have shrunk in time
And now claim this is mine and mine and mine?

Some say aggression sits within us all?
A human defect that can fight for freedom too?
But what about a mix with greedom thrown in the call?
I’ve seen the toddlers sit and fight for more?

And those who stand with bibles in the mix
Insisting that those holy words will fix?
Well there’s a smorgasbord from which to pick
From Holy wars to “only Love can fix”?

You show me God of Love
I’ll show you vengeance too
Remember we were given once ‘free choice’
And that included Love to greed and in between rejoice?

What a confusing mismatch we find us in?
To fight for might with whatever God we have
Or ditch them all and go for homo sapien instincts
Sometimes I wonder what side I’m on?

Davey © 2023
 
almost forgotten about my great aunt - who was finally sadly neglected


Forget Me Nots

The clock stood on the mantelpiece
Where it had always chimed
But the batteries had long since wilted
Stopped in between the time

Canary lay on sandpaper floor
No water or no seed
There was an air of quiet neglect
It had missed its final feed

No newspapers in the hallway
She must have cancelled these
As her world closed in to no more din
Of tradesmen she had no need

Some ashes in the fireplace
White and cold and grey
The poker lay across the fender
Left to poke another day

We’d found her resting on her arm
Sat at velvet tabled cloth
Her hankie tucked within her sleeve
A vase of ‘forget me nots’

No letter, explanation
Of these final lonely hours
As she sat and waited for the call
Of heavenly chorused choirs

We all had been too busy
Said we’d call another day
She seemed to manage fine alone
And so we did not stay

Something about that final hour
That beholds us all to chose
To take our final farewell calls
And not to miss the cues

davey © 2023
 
Is Love Sublime?

You say you love me , but ‘not IN love’
Cannot live without me, need me all the time
Oh what a love sublime!

You crave me day and night
Feel lonely, cry for love
But criticize and ‘put me right’
You say we are as one; Oh what love sublime?

You say you’re often bored, and want me to excite
Take you dancing and romancing
Carry you home in the wee hours
And tuck you safely in: Oh what love sublime?

you say you love me, but ‘not IN love’
I don’t know what you mean, how can it be
Perhaps you love to see me puzzled and confused
Is this love sublime?

And yet at times you have your rage
When my eyes stray from your form
Rest on others adorn, you pout and demand my love
Is this love sublime?

You say those other words, devoted, cherished, mine
But ‘not IN love, is love so blind?
Does love just stifle hearts, and swamp all thoughts of ME
Does love demand allegiance to stay and never flee?

Is love conditioned on what I give and you give back
Something to be rationed out and paid for with a sign
Of gratitude and humbleness, does this make love sublime?

I think the bird has flown and isn’t coming back
The cage looked shiny from outside but crippled her inside
She felt the air rush by, the cobwebs brush away
The sun felt good upon her locks, Ah now is love sublime!

davey © 2023
 
Love the third and last?

Hesitant..................shortened greetings
Gentle murmurs................half shared smiles
Only ever met in public...........................
In those days of first beguiles

I didn't want......................to rush into
Some other................. broken dream
So we only lit a social flame.............
And talked of maybe schemes

Our chaperons were always there
Nurturing the lovers garden
They knew just when to sprinkle on
Some extra magic potion

I'd never been a Don Juan
Just a one off girl forever man
So letting ego boundaries fall
Was a half forgotten memory call

It crept up one sunshine day
Caught us unawares......................
We sat and talked as usual............about
Life and loves and cares

And then the unspoken question
What step is next to take
Our hands reached out
The vows were out; no turning back this day

Davey © 2023
 
Properly Poorly

I went to see the doctor
He only had bad news
Said me heart had lost some sparkplugs
And me head had lost some screws!

I said ‘well me legs have gawn all wobbly’
What do you make of that?
He asked ‘can ya wobbly in bare feet
Or do ya have the shoes attached?

I said me waters running funny
Sporadic and in spurts
So he squeezed me balls real tightly
And asked ‘tell me where it hurts’

Well me eyes had started running
And he said ‘it’s ya lacrimal ducts;
They’ve seized up behind ya eyeballs
Has ya reading all been fooked?’

By this time I was fuming
And I swung me birchwood stick
It missed his head by inches
And he nearly had a fit

Well what do you expect I said
You abused the patient trust
You’ve conducted me examination
In front of six of us

In front of six of you he said
Miss Birch what have you done
These are not my own bifocals
They’re my dark ones for the sun

Give Davey a small discharge
For any pain he felt
This man has been disgraced enough
And unfair hand been dealt

He’ll never hold his head up high
With C 1and 2 removed
And please remove the thumb screws
So he can lace up his own shoes

Goodbye Dear Davey
it’s really been so nice
To hear you’re feeling fine today
Let’s put it all on ice!

Davey © 2003
 
For Us old Sages

I must have reached the biblical score
When she walked through that sparkling door
She looked and smiled and I smiled back
It was then I knew I had been ‘hacked’

She asked me if we’d met before
And I fell hook, line, sinker on the floor
I offered her champagne on ice
With tears she said ‘ you’re very nice’

The room just vanished in a haze
I’d become a man half crazed – half crazed
We talked of places we’d both seen
Yet had never met through lovers screen

We lightly dined and talked so briefly
And then she said so very neatly
‘I think it’s time to talk some more
Perhaps behind a firm closed door?’

I gulped and thought this can’t be true
As we stepped in the ‘rising box’
She gently nuzzled up real close
And I could hear the ‘time bomb’ clock




The key seemed to appear as from nowhere
And it wasn’t in my hand for sure
There was a rose scented glow that built up from real slow
And I knew that I was through heavens door

She beckoned me sit on the chaise lounge
As she poured out more champagne on ice
Then she pushed me real slow and I went with the flow
And lay back thinking this could be nice!

I must have closed both my eyes for a minute
But it seemed hours had passed
When I came to I was nude and felt that was plain rude
To continue without being asked!

But as she hovered around and behind me
Her eyes had a way of making small talk
Then she said time for bed, and like a lamb I was led
To the slaughter I was religiously brought

I lay on the bed like the 'bismark'
all sails had been fully unfurled
as I prepared to up anchor, she said " oh what a w....r"
and flew atop of me with an 'albatross whirl'

I confess I have tried may positions
but never an 'albatross whirl'
her arms turned to wings-I could hear angels sing
as she nibbled my neck - what a girl

she purred "be still my darling -I'll fix you"
soon get back the wind in ya sails
I must truly confess I was not feeling my best
and my reasoning power had failed

it seemed for a minute or two
but when I awoke the morning had broke
and the 'albatross' flown the coup


Davey © 2023
 
The laughter still lingers on

The first time that I met you
You impressed me with your smile
It started off your laughter
That still echoes in my mind

But it wasn’t just the laughter
Nor the smile that held my gaze
It was the sparkle in your eyes
That said “these may be crazy days”

Your laughing gaze could penetrate
The coldest of our stares
And you challenged us to see the fun
Hinting “he will win who dares”

Just for that briefest moment
Before commitment comes
You shared ‘genetic humor’
From the father to the son

And then you’d gone; departed
Marriage, family, kids and wife
Perhaps your dreams got buried
In the career, mortgage, wife?

The next time that I saw your smile
Some ten years down the track
It looked the same; just aged a bit
Wrinkled, wanned and waxed

The laughter still hung in the air
Punctured with a cough
But heh! That twinkled eye was there
You could still pull it off

I can’t tell when the fire burnt out
It must have been one spring
The twinkle in the eyes grown dull
But the laughter still could sing

I put it down to just old age
It catches up with all
What I hadn’t realized this time
Was you’d given it your all

The show goes on; the lights must burn
Regardless of the soul
We watched your lights keep shining
Even though your heart was cold

Who knows when we’ve had enough
It’s just hard to say goodbye
Especially when your master card
Was that twinkle in your eye

We stood around your grave that day
Confused, withdrawn and mad
You’d smiled and grinned and laughed a lot
But we’d never seen you sad

They say that memories fade with time
Well maybe yours; but sure not mine
When people say your name out loud
I see your face in any crowd

You may have left this mortal coil
But you’ve left some remnants of your toil
A laugh from generations down
Can still be heard when guards are down

From father, Son and Holy Ghost
The laughter echoes through our hosts
You still are missed at special times
I hope you smile and laugh sometimes.

Davey © 2023
 
I chanced upon her/Brief Encounter

I chanced upon her or was it cruels design?
I thought for just one moment she could mine
But she had fought some battles and then some more
The scars ran deep; some still fresh and sore

We sat and spoke and twisted stories for a while
And then she said “must dash, so many miles to climb”
I wished her well said let’s do this again
She turned and smiled “yea sure but don’t know when”

I left it for a day? A week or two?
And then she drifted in right into view
We sat, drank tea and yarned again
I wondered; was this just chance or heaven sent?

Perhaps she’s still wrapped in the twine
Of other mens unholy crime?
But that’s not how I see her now
She comes refreshed and men will bow !

I see a soul who chooses rest
In forest glades she sings her best
But then the other side calls out
Have I been cleansed; without a doubt?

Well there is a bridge that you must cross
And as you do throw ‘way the dross
Your body and your soul are clean
Just walk away from shadows mean?

davey © 2023
 
A theme on a theme on a theme?


I sat upon my comfy lounge

the fire gently nuzzling

Someone was pulling pints of beer

but the sound was kinda puzzlin?


My ‘invites’ open every eve

from bewitching gloom till late

but I guess the weather’s not been too kind

and it is only Feb in haste?


Still I had my trusty to me

half drunken pint or three

and Paganini’s cello

played like a breathless three?


And then she appeared ; stopped for a while

A hesitant stare and then small smile

She took in the rest of room in glances

It was then I knew my chances?


She really only had two options

make for the bar or turn around?

But then I spoke as if on cue

“It’s quiet tonight – you look quite blue”?


I should have kept my big mouth shut

as I heard bartender’s muffled guffaw

Well I guess I was guest but also owner

Was I excusing or just a moaner?


Well perhaps we may never know

But I could have swore her smile did glow

And as she headed towards my clime

Well in for a dollar or a dime?


I beckoned to an empty seat

As she leaned and kissed my pensive cheek

“Well high big fella – what’s ya game?”

I smiled and murmured - ‘ always the same’


I start with one full deck of cards

always lookin for Queen of Hearts

so tell me how ya came this way?

Just passing through or here to stay?


She asked what time d’ya close this joint?

Just call ya shot Ma’am don’t disappoint

Mmm she murmured sweet delights

then close ya bar I’ll be just right


when they came to the bar was down

she snuggled up on Asian lounge

and whispered “babe you’ve got some punch”

He asked “you’ll stay for lunch?”

Davey © 2023
 
The end of a Milennium?

We found him in the city

with a malaise we’d never seen

‘cause for all the years we’d known him

well he made us shine and gleam


we chatted and cajoled him

and tried to pull his leg

but ya could tell there was a sadness

and it was deep within his well


we had lost a few along the way

Our buddies through and through

but the rest ‘well they had made it’

dusted off and stuck with glue


And we just seemed to be the same?

Give it what ya got just blast away

but he seemed to sing a different song

the tunes had gone away?

davey © 2024
 
davey said:
The laughter still lingers on

The first time that I met you
You impressed me with your smile
It started off your laughter
That still echoes in my mind

But it wasn’t just the laughter
Nor the smile that held my gaze
It was the sparkle in your eyes
That said “these may be crazy days”

Your laughing gaze could penetrate
The coldest of our stares
And you challenged us to see the fun
Hinting “he will win who dares”

Just for that briefest moment
Before commitment comes
You shared ‘genetic humor’
From the father to the son

And then you’d gone; departed
Marriage, family, kids and wife
Perhaps your dreams got buried
In the career, mortgage, wife?

The next time that I saw your smile
Some ten years down the track
It looked the same; just aged a bit
Wrinkled, wanned and waxed

The laughter still hung in the air
Punctured with a cough
But heh! That twinkled eye was there
You could still pull it off

I can’t tell when the fire burnt out
It must have been one spring
The twinkle in the eyes grown dull
But the laughter still could sing

I put it down to just old age
It catches up with all
What I hadn’t realized this time
Was you’d given it your all

The show goes on; the lights must burn
Regardless of the soul
We watched your lights keep shining
Even though your heart was cold

Who knows when we’ve had enough
It’s just hard to say goodbye
Especially when your master card
Was that twinkle in your eye

We stood around your grave that day
Confused, withdrawn and mad
You’d smiled and grinned and laughed a lot
But we’d never seen you sad

They say that memories fade with time
Well maybe yours; but sure not mine
When people say your name out loud
I see your face in any crowd

You may have left this mortal coil
But you’ve left some remnants of your toil
A laugh from generations down
Can still be heard when guards are down

From father, Son and Holy Ghost
The laughter echoes through our hosts
You still are missed at special times
I hope you smile and laugh sometimes.

Davey © 2023
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I just saw this beautiful, touching poem of yours! What a testimony to this person that was lost! I loved the ending, too.
 
davey said:
almost forgotten about my great aunt - who was finally sadly neglected


Forget Me Nots

The clock stood on the mantelpiece
Where it had always chimed
But the batteries had long since wilted
Stopped in between the time

Canary lay on sandpaper floor
No water or no seed
There was an air of quiet neglect
It had missed its final feed

No newspapers in the hallway
She must have cancelled these
As her world closed in to no more din
Of tradesmen she had no need

Some ashes in the fireplace
White and cold and grey
The poker lay across the fender
Left to poke another day

We’d found her resting on her arm
Sat at velvet tabled cloth
Her hankie tucked within her sleeve
A vase of ‘forget me nots’

No letter, explanation
Of these final lonely hours
As she sat and waited for the call
Of heavenly chorused choirs

We all had been too busy
Said we’d call another day
She seemed to manage fine alone
And so we did not stay

Something about that final hour
That beholds us all to chose
To take our final farewell calls
And not to miss the cues

davey © 2023
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Wow, this was a powerful poem, @davey ! I could picture her the way you found her. The canary on the sandpaper floor was very vivid in my mind. You captured the neglect as well as the sadness.
 
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