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May 12, 2018 Keith's Ramblings

You whispered something in my ear

so softly I could hardly hear

You stroked my face as you passed by

as soft as silk your touch, but I

could not see you as you danced through

the trees and leaves, elusive breeze

Let me read it to you

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Don’t speak
Words will only steal the moment
Your breath
the beating of your heart
says more than words could say

Be still
as my eyes feast on your beauty
Your satin skin
tinted by the sinking sun
is how I will remember you

Watch not
as I melt into the night
All I ask
is for a place in your heart
as you will have in mine

Let me read it to you

May 12, 2018 Keith's Ramblings

I sense silence. Yet all around I hear the sounds of nature. The shingle crackles and grates under my feet, the rhythmic whoosh of the waves fills my ears and the shrieking of a hundred gulls gives a voice to the deserted shore line.

Here I am alone. Yet my companion, this hidden secret beach, is here to wrap me in splendid seclusion. I am alone but I share my very being with the raw edge of nature.

Here I hear my own voice, though silent. Here my thoughts surround me. Here I am at one with myself yet enveloped by a greater force, one which allows me the freedom I crave whilst lifting me out of myself and cradling me in glorious isolation.

The beach is ever changing. Some days filled with wrath, others tranquil and calm. Some days the sea is an enigmatic aqua, another as grey as granite. I look toward the horizon and see my life uncharted. What lies beyond? Who can tell?

But here I can be myself. Unquestioned, unchallenged. Here I can think, consider, compose.

Let me read it to you

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Slipping in and out of the shadows

hiding in dank doorways

sliding into view when a car appears

Dressed to allure, revealed to tempt

She came here on a promise

from her home overseas

Lured by a job, a flat and a future

Little did she know what awaited her

Concealed at safe distance

her sinister pimp skulks in the shadows

watching his terrified victim

plying his loathsome trade

One day she will disappear

Unknown, anonymous, a number

She will be replaced by another

then another then another and another

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‘Twas Christmas Eve and three men died,

and climbed the stairs to heaven.

But when they knocked on Peter’s gate

He said they’d have to sit and wait.‘

It’s Christmas Eve, I need my rest

My annual holiday’,

They pleaded, begged down on their knees’‘

tis Christmas help us please..’

‘OK’ said Peter, ‘here’s what I’ll do

I’ll set a test for all of you.

If you can give me festive cheer

Then there’s a place for you in here’

The first man thought and suddenly

His cell phone rang and rang.

St Peter said ‘that sound will do

I’m going to let you walk on through’

‘You see’ he said,’ it sounds like bells,

bells on Christmas day

Come on in, sit right down

You can wear my pearly crown’.

The second man lit up a fag

He lit it with a match

‘That’s great’ said Peter,’ that will do,

You can come on in here too!’

You see he said, that’s just like lights

Lights I had at home.

Like Christmas candles on my shelf

You’ve taken me outside myself.

The third man wondered what to do

His mind was just a blank.

Then he remembered what he did

That caused his heart to shoot it’s lid.

He plunged his arm into his bag

And rummaged through his bits.

Then held his hand up really high

and waved a thong up in the sky!

‘That’s not festive’ Peter said

‘It’s intimate apparel’

‘It’s Christmassy’ the dead man said’

‘Because this thong is Carols!’

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Spears of silver sunlight

Shoot through naked trees

Lighting up the leaf-strewn lane

that flickers in the breeze.

A squirrel scurries cross the track

A rabbit sits and stares

A pigeon sways upon a branch

A red fox stands and glares.

High in the sky,

unbroken blue, a perfect vee of geese.

On a distant hill a flock of sheep

Wrapped in winter fleece.

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Red holly berries, mistletoe,

Ivy climbs stone walls.

Dormant plants and sleeping flowers

Wait til springtime calls.

November days, brief spells of sun

Evenings front a fire of logs

November nights of crackling frost

Misty dawns and frozen bogs.

Winter’s here

Spring can wait

Now’s the time to hibernate.

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She holds a daisy in her hand

he loves me, he loves me not

Scattering petals to the wind

he loves me, he loves me not
I watch scarcely daring to breath

he loves me, he loves me not

then slowly walk towards her

he loves me, he loves me not
She plucks the last petal

he loves you

I say

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!’ve tried it,

I’ve done it.

Not once,

Nor twice,

but thrice.

***
I’ve been there,

I’ve seen there.

It happened

It failed,

now I’m free.

***
Now I’m reborn,

no longer forlorn.

I’m happy,

I’m carefree,

I’m ME!

***
The future is here,

The future is clear.

Now I will live,

now I will give,

now I will let myself grow.

***
What shall I do?

Where shall I go?

I’ll do what I want

whenever I want.

I’ll do whatever I please!

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I’m looking for a key.

One which will open the secret of a life I seek,

but cannot find.

The key to total happiness.

I’m trying to find the key in which to sing my song.

The key which will carry my melody.

The key which everyone can reach,

so we can all sing in in harmony.

I’ve lost a key.

What happened to the key to my box?

The box of treasures which I am saving for the day

when I need to remind myself how lucky I’ve been.

Please help me find my key.

Somewhere there is a key to break my code.

The code I was given in the cradle.

The code which explains who I am and why I’m here.

The key to me.

My arch of life would be nothing but a pile of bricks

without a keystone to hold each side in place.

One small stone, which if removed,

would send my life crashing down around me.

I have a key which winds my clock.

The clock within me.

I must look after my key.

my pendulum of life will stop.

Key means vital, fundamental,

Basic, main and quintessential.

Key means major,

key means crucial

My keys to me are ever central.

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I’d love to write a poem

A poem of my own

One which people want to read

So I’ll become well known.

I sit and stare into my screen

The words just fail to flow

I scratch my head and bite my nails

My poem just won’t grow.

The other day a line appeared

inside my fuzzy head.

But could I find some words to rhyme?

I wrote some prose instead.

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‘The boy stood on the burning deck’

‘Lonely goat herd, hills.’

‘Once more into the breach dear friends’

‘A host of golden daffodils’

If they can do it why can’t I?

It’s not for want of trying.

My friends can do it, it’s not fair

I think I feel like crying.

So let’s have a practice

find some words wot rhyme.

Let’s try really really hard

And invest some time.

Bard, card, lard, yard, jarred?

Plop, hop, drop, cop, mop

Kite, white, fight, might, plight

Stop, crop, lop, bop, flop.

That didn’t help,

at least I tried

I don’t know what to do.

But wait a minute,

something stirred!

A feeling that’s quite new.
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Here goes!

‘He gazed into her longing eyes

And saw inside her mind.

He gazed at her and realised

that he…he ….he…..’.

Oh pooo!

I guess I’ll never make the grade

I’ll never be a bard.

Poetry is not my thing

It’s far too bloody hard!