Author: goldfinch1948

I have been trying to be a poet for many years

Word Choice.

The blank page lays before me,
It gives me so many choices.
I could always write this word,
Or I might even write that word.
This or that,
What choice shall I take?
Which one will enhance my life?
This or that?
Or shall I take the other?

Word Struggle.

Into the workshop she strolled,
This elegant lady of moderate years.
She saw the man with her saucepans
And the molten metal to put on them,
She spoke to him in an eloquent voice,
“Are you copper bottoming them, my man?”
He replied in his workman like accent,
“Na, I’m aluminiuming ‘em, ma’am.

Hitchhikers Guide.

Driving along the roadway
With joy in my heart,
A man was there before me
Looking rather smart.

His thumb he held asunder
Looking for a gift,
I had no need to hurry
I gave him a lift.

We chatted with each other
As through miles we sped,
We spoke about our lifetimes
Many things were said.
He then asked a question
Which had come to mind,
“What if I were a killer
Of the serial kind?”

“That would be so unlikely”
I said with a smirk,
“Two serial killers in the car
Would not really work!”

Miracles Exist.

They say miracles never happen
But once more a miracle has happened,
A miracle has come into my life.
It sits their ignored,
I walk passed it as the fuller it gets,
Until it happened,
That miracle had happened.
Something came over me,
This feeling of guilt.
I needed a miracle to help me,
And it came,
And I did it.
I can now look at it in satisfaction,
And report to you all
The ironing basket is empty,
Now what a miracle that was!

Lady Lost.

She sits in her chair
Lost in he own world,
I glance at her,
The love of my life,
But she is not there.
She then turns and smiles,
She is back for a moment,
But that moment is gone,
Gone in a flash
As her world takes her,
Takes her from me,
This lady who I love.
That love is still there
And always will be,
But the lady that I once loved
Has gone,
Gone into her world,
Her world of dementia.

Imagination Managing

Can you imagine
An imaginary menagerie,
Is that imaginary menagerie managed?
Managed by a manager,
Or managed by an imaginary manager.
Do imaginary menagerie managers exist,
Or do we just imagine them?
Even if we imagine them
Do we know what they do?
Do they actually manage them,
Manage imaginary menageries?
Do imaginary menageries exist?
Or do you just imagine it,
Do you imagine that,
Imaginary menagerie managers,
Manage imaginary menageries?

That Wonderful Place.

The week had been hard,
No let up from the caring,
The caring of my loved one,
But tonight I was going out,
As I do each week,
Going out to the choir.
The carer arrived
And off I went,
My loved one still in my mind.
The choir assembled
The first notes were sung.
Then it happened,
I was transported,
Transported into a new world,
A world of music and words,
Where all was well,
Where I was well.
Gone to that wonderful place
Where singing carries me
And troubles no longer exist.
Like a flash it was over,
Two hours gone in a moment.
But as I went home
I was uplifted,
Maybe only for a short time,
But that feeling was wonderful.
It is the thing that singing can do,
It can take you to a different world,
Where life is beautiful,
And all is right in my world.