The Fisherman
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The calender ticks by in a bright summer haze
A fly weeps its skin off on Damsel filled days
Leaves behind a faint trail as changing its ways
Transformation completed,resources depleted
Takes flight with exotic displays

The fisherman casts his stresses away
His catch in a keep net is not for display
Looks to the sky as the clouds turn to grey
Relaxation completed,resources depleted
Takes off home with his catch of the day

The Damselfly hovering over water that's rife
With mating so brief,with no"Trouble and strife"
Zips through the air like the swish off a knife
Mission completed,resources depleted
Takes what it can from a very short life

The Fisherman hauls his gear through the door
His Wife says to him"get that mess off the floor"
He loves her even though such words are a chore
Another day is completed,resources depleted
Takes to his chair and soon starts to snore

The Damselfly had seen out most of that day
What goes through its mind,nobody can say
It just functions,lives,until fading away
Existence completed,resources depleted
Just departs peacefully in the last place it lay

Sometimes Souls are entwined,never be broken
Sealed,legally binding,or with a small gift or a token
Most know that connection,words not needed or spoken
Connection completed,resources depleted
Heart held memories,feelings forever awoken

The fisherman offers no line of defence
Feelings of love,joy,sorrow,all his own,no pretence
During his time,some regrets and some wayward nonsense
A long journey completed,resources depleted
Some journeys in life are immence

His Wife looks at him there in his favourite armchair
Sees the years in those lines on his face etched with care
The ups and the downs and heartbreaks they share
Their mission completed,resources depleted
She touches his silvery hair

With tears in her eyes and taking a peek
In his bag,always checks,times relentless a sneak
It was unbelievably his Ninetieth birthday last week
Fishing completed,resources depleted
Tries to rouse him with a fond peck on the cheek

Amongst the contents of his bag and to her great surprise
The sight of a Damselfly greets her shocked eyes
Its life ended right there with the Fishermans flies
Both missions completed.resources depleted
Neither will witness another sunrise

Titan

J oyful evenings round the barbecue.
U tterly breathtaking countryside.
N early holiday time.
E venings long and mornings early.

In response to Lin's challenge.

Dear Ma'am',

I have never written to a person I didn’t know.
But on this special occasion, I wished to say hello
You see I have known of you for almost all my life
My Mam held you in high esteem, as a parent and wife.

Your eldest was born only one year before me
And like him, I sit at the top of our family tree
Four brothers four sisters sharing a single light
I imagine your place is large but dull and a bit quiet.

I wish when I was young’ you had lived a bit closer
Charlie would be a friend, he could even sleep over
Did he ever get to play cowboys or ball against wall
Or was it daily preparation for when England calls.

But enough about him it is you I wish to thank
For having me here despite the lack of rank
For forty five years I worked and paid my taxes
While “Pushy” rode side saddle pursuing poor foxes.

I know, you will think the last bit smacks of treason
But I like wildlife alive and that is the reason
Please do me a favour make it a royal decree
Make no more Sirs, tell them get of their knees.

I hope you don’t mind me straight talking to you
You have my utmost respect for the job that you do
And may I also say, that Prince Philip is a lark
where do you go to, to get away from his bark.

It is awful for you with all those houses to clean
If I didn’t know better I would call it obscene
Do you have time for Royal Sandringham and Balmoral
When you visit Windsor, does it end in a quarrel.

I can see you with your Dyson and rubber gloves
Chivvying the hubby and seeking help from above
May I say Ma'am' the photographs I like best
Prince Philip in Harris tweeds and you in twin sets.

Sorry to take your time so now I will let you go
You are a fine lady, me and mine want you to know,
And if you are ever likely to want to meet me
I am best in the morning and make a fair cup of tea.

Yours sincerely,
Bogman.

PS

By the way I have Parkinsons and cannot get any dole
Would you have a word with them I’m in a bit of a hole
I am sure they would listen to a grand woman like you
I will understand if you don’t, you have other things to do.

PPS

But that is not why I wrote, I am sorry for my bad manners
I wanted to tell you I spent yesterday, hanging out banners
To mark sixty years since you were crowned on the throne
Was it really 1952, cor blimey but hasn’t the time flown.

Jubilee-ing
Cups of tea-ing
All agreeing
Inhibition free-ing
Jubil-ating
Sandwich- plate-ing
Flag elevating
Time for fete-ing
Jubilee-ness
Red, white and blue-ness
We’re all together-ness
Concentrated happiness!
Jubilee-ment
We’re in agreement
Beyond believement
Sixty years achievement!

God Save The Queen!

Lin
xx

(with apologies to John Bunyan)

Who would a true queen be
Let her come forward;
Six decades long you see-
Need to trust the lord.
There's no way she will cease
Searching for the road to peace,
Through grim times lead with ease,
Elizabeth it is.

Sixty years of reigning sitting on the throne
The head of our country my how time has flown
The house of Windsor flourish at your hand
The Commonwealth salutes you and awaits your command

A regal head of state serenity and dignity remain in your land
Head is never bowed by the crowns weight
You are much revered as the head of state
So much has changed through the years that made the country great

so not a major royalist but tonight I'll wave the flag
Until my arms are dropping off our determination will not lag
for most of your subjects believe got it nailed
Your service an devotion will for ever be all the world to see.

Sixty year upon the throne
Like Simon on his pillar
Long may she live cos when she goes
There's Charlie and Camilla

(Simon being Simon Stylites)

enjoy the festivities!

I'm sitting here watching the pageant,and messing about with my Ipad,when I really should be in the garden helping the wife, and I have written my first ever poem.

With apologies to the poets on here :-

Jubilee.

60 years - you’re kidding
Where has my Life gone
Why, it’s gone to serve the people
The people of GB

If I had my life over, I wonder
Would I have chosen ‘this’
Or would I have chosen a more private life
No - I’d still have chosen ‘this’

I wouldn’t change a single thing
To serve has been a pleasure
With travels all over the world
And so many memories to treasure

We’ve had our ups and downs, I know
Our conflicts and our losses
So sorry for those poor Mums & Dads
Who on our behalf have had to bear their crosses

Whose children gave their lives so freely
So that we can all sleep so sound
From Korea to the Persian Gulf
And Stanley to that Afghan town

This Jubilee is something special to remember
This Jubilee is for the Mums and Dads, the children, sisters and brothers
This Jubilee is for all of us, both well and those who suffer
For those of you with Parkinson’s as well as all the others

My hope for the next 60 years
Is that cures will be found
For all the Ills and troubles of this world
And that happiness will abound

Elizabeth R.

A ROSE FOR MY LOVE

Your heady beauty leads me on
For your fragrance floats on summer sky
Adorned with sparkling drops of crystal rain,
It is beyond my heart to pass you by,
For your sultry hues of pink and cream
Like parted lips in a lovers dream
Entice my fingers to your delicate side
As I caress you with fulsome pride,
Can there be as silken a touch
That thrills, delights and pleasures as much?
There is but one ,of which I know,
So Rose home with me to my love you'll go.

Tears
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The tears they fall caught on the swell
An uplift of emotions calling
Leaked,washed away in anguished gasps
Waves crash in giant crescendos falling

All around the nursery rhyme
Of Adult disguise in childish themes
Rips through the heart that had a heart
To bleed crimson tears upon lifes dreams

When all is halted at the gates
Where tentatively waiting standing there
The tears still gathering at your feet
No solution now that can repair

To sit back empty with just tears
That cloud each day for ever more
Through constant daily drudgery
As what was left is swept ashore

Titan