Poetry General
Night Dweller 22/12/2014
I love misty mornings when no one’s around
Just before daybreak with frost on the ground
Down country lanes that’s the best place to stray
The crunch underfoot scares the rabbits away
The glow from the moon as it gently goes down
Losing a lot of its moonbeam made gown
On the horizon stand silhouette’s black
All in a line neither front neither back
I love misty mornings with a chorus at dawn
Awake through the night now I’m starting to yawn
Should I be asleep I would miss all the sights
A pleasure for most when we work through the nights
Daytime is fine but with light there’s no lustre
Animals hide and they tend not to muster
Munching the half frozen rough blades of grass
Deer become spooked by the train as we pass
I love misty mornings the night dweller friend
On their ways home as it comes to an end
A fox running home leaving tracks in the frost
A trackers delight but by morning they’re lost
The tracks that we leave on the sleepers they lay
A clickerty clack sound the tunes that they play
With wagons uncoupled light engine to shed
Now cycling home for a daylight in bed
Went to Church
I went to my church and knelt down to pray
Thought very hard about things I should say
About all the poor and the sick those in need
Waste in the world many thousands could feed
I looked to the heavens saw Christ on the cross
Thought about death with much personal loss
All of the stained glass joined neatly with lead
Each held a message when cleverly read
I saw all the flowers so neatly displayed
An artistic hand such an effort was made
All of the potholes prayed hard for repair
The highways are riddled but the council don’t care
I prayed for good weather just one week or two
The week after next when my holidays are due
All of a sudden a voice I then heard
Where had it come from how had it occurred
I want you to know you will have to leave soon
So please conclude prayers there’s a wedding at noon
The voice I had heard was our vicar’s request
So I nodded politely and got myself blessed
I finished off praying for family and friends
A short word for me with a wish at the end
All that I asked for my last little prayer
Was six matching numbers and big lottery share
If I could Paint
If I could paint a clear blue sky
With a flock of seagulls passing by
I would paint the clouds pure white not grey
And I’d let the cloud’s edge's fade away
If I could paint a meadow so green
With bright yellow buttercups best ever seen
I would paint little lambs all woolly and white
And I’d let them be seen to the left and the right
If I could paint faces I’d make them look wise
With a nose and a mouth and with two bright blue eyes
I would give them brown hair in all different styles
And I’d always make sure they were faces with smiles
If I could paint houses with roofs of grey slate
With a garden a fence and a white painted gate
I would give each a chimney with windows and door
And if they were large ones I’d paint in some more
If I could paint pets say a dog or a cat
With some of them thinner and some of them fat
I would give the cats whiskers and dogs a black nose
And sitting them still I would paint them in pose
If I could paint anything let alone draw
With so many brushes and paint pots galore
I would draw in an outline with pencils so faint
And I’d make me a picture if I could just paint
A Good Knight
On battlements above a castle’s keep
Knights in armour clad from head to toe
Standing guard while others fast asleep
Pike in hand to ward off any foe
Through the night they stride the furrowed stone
As many knights had done in years gone by
Cold enough a chill felt to the bone
Prepared to fight with honour and to die
From the darkness came with arrows fire
Someone in the gloom means others harm
Onto thatch topped buildings looking dire
Knights are quick to act and raise alarm
Down like rain the flaming arrows fall
Fire illuminates the archer’s stance
Men to arms one hears the trumpets call
Now the targets seen they have a chance
From the battlements they fire back
Onto horseback knights mount sword and shield
Riding out to face their foes attack
In the hopes their force will make them yield
Battle won attackers all were slain
Once more all safe within the castles keep
To the battlements the knights return
To stand on guard while others safely sleep