Rhymes or Reason

Here's a ditty for the day.

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Dreams

Monday morning, dull but clear
this is where we sell dreams here
dreams of fortune dreams of fame
to me they all seem quite the same
but for others living different ages
some of whom are wise like sages
yet some are still quite bright and young
hoping for a dream to come along
and sweep them off their feet to fly
for them the time slides slowly by
while looking up and looking outward
they still hope for a message about
how they should change their lives to be
more successfull than you and me

for them the time will never come
because their dreams can never run
like a river flowing onward
always further always moving
slowly yet inexorably
from here to there and now to then
as time itself flows fluidly
and lives bend with it willingly
to shape and guide us as we age
from bright young thing to wizened sage
yet for all the pain and loss and sorrow
there's always today and always tomorrow
so don't give up on your dreams yet
they're still to live for and you bet
as long as there's a dream to live
there's someone somewhere happy to give
that dream a go and try for size
as though t'were meant for their own eyes

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Speak soon!

 

Here's another ditty for the day

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Another day



It's another day today
not like it was yesterday
when the sun shone weakly through
the high clouds obscuring the view
for then it was a typical winter's day
not that it's winter yet I hear you say
that's not till December's almost gone
when autumn leaves us cold and drawn
and the year end looms ahead
and another year falls down dead
while new life hides inside the ground
waiting for spring to come around
to shoot aloft into the air
and dispel our despair
at never seeming to grow at all
while all the time the hidden wall
of secrets hides the future from us
waiting to spring them all around
when they burst forth from out the ground

so don't despair when winter comes
it'll soon be gone and when it's done
we'll all feel better in ourselves
the sap will rise the blood will course
through veins that creak from lack of use
but with some use they'll soon be supple
letting us move with sinewed muscle
loosening our winter bonds
as the new year brings new life upon
the world we see and the world we hear
and as the darkness starts to clear
we see at last the hidden light
from whence all our thoughts seem to right
the world's most out of kilter sight
the lack of balance hanging there
for us to wonder at but not despair
for though the world may seem at odds
it's not for us but for the gods
to deal with as and when they can
for they're quite busy I understand
dealing with the day today
not like it was yesterday
when the sun shone weakly through
and I could barely even see you
though you stood right there
in front of me
and smiled

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And perhaps another ditty to round the day off


The day fades slowly into the West
the darkness creeps in behind it
soon the colours will all run to grey
and shadows will rule the evening
so start your homeward journey now
don't wait till the last light falls
for leaving it so late to move
will leave you breathless tired and cold

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Love these BJ. Xxxx

 

Gives me something to do as I sit here slowly recovering from what I think is Covid. Me and the missus both have it, and it's been a pretty awful four weeks so far since we both went down with it. Trying to think of things to write helps to alleviate the boredom, and take my mind off the discomfort of being ill. So expect more musings over the next couple of weeks, as I try to claw my way back to civilisation from the abyss of uncaring darkness that seems to fill my thoughts otherwise.

 

So sorry you are both unwell.
There is also a nasty normal virus going around. Hopefully you will both be well soon. X

 

It's late and I'm tired, but with nothing to get up for tomorrow I might as well sit here and write something to keep my brain occupied. So...



Another week rolls into view
but what will each day hold
we'll have to wait until the new
day starts to wearily unfold
"wearily?" I hear you say
"but why would you say that?"
I'll tell you why, coz it's the way
that every Monday seems so flat
you know the way the weather holds
itself in quiet reserve
until it knows which way the folds
of time will decide what it deserves
then when it's figured out the way
the future days must roll
it'll unobtrusively change the day
to match the everlasting whole

 

Wonderful x

 

Something to ponder on...



Another night another insight
or so I wish it was
but sadly no it's just not right
to have to wish because
reality is very clear
it doesn't play with facts
instead it messes with our best guesses
but while it does it won't confess
to bending what it knows it shouldn't
all the things we do or say
but reality, surely it wouldn't
play us in this cruel way
a way it can amuse itself
at our expense I want to say
but of course I know it can't
reality is every day
it's not able to put a slant
on what we think or what we say

and so I'll quietly say goodnight
and wander slowly out of sight
up the stairs turn to the right
to clean my teeth and make them bright
then off to bed and dreams tonight
until tomorrow clear and bright
comes through the curtains morning light
and who knows perhaps another insight?

 

A wonderful day for you I hope.
So up you climb that wooden slope
Come tomorrow and say some more
I will read it, that's for sure X

 

Thought for the day!



It's getting late and you know I hate it
when I get this tired
I've tried all day to bat away
the feeling that's transpired
but knowing this you know I miss
the work now I'm retired
the work was mine to do and fine
but now I feel I'm mired
in what to do now that I'm through
with work though not been fired
but instead I'll rest my head
just here till I'm inspired
to write more lines, but that takes time
and thought to be desired
when tapping keys so let me please
write words that are admired
and after all, I'd be appalled
if circumstance conspired
to make me fail I'd want to bail
but knowing I'd misfired
I'd struggle on till thought was gone
and my poor brain was wired
I'd try to link, and yes to think
that I was still required
but knowing this I guess I miss
those poems I have sired
so let me sleep no doubt I'll keep
on writing till rehired

 

I am keeping you BJ.
Good night sleep tight. X

 

I'll try to keep up the output, but struggle occasionally to think of what to put on the screen, so whatever appears is what's just tumbled from my brain and through my fingers onto the keys.


So where's the day gone, it was here but now no more
the dark has consumed it, today's gone forever
with tiredness chasing me across the floor
I slowly climb stairs tired beyond measure
but hey
it'll soon be a new day
new lightness and form that follows the night
with brand new shafts of energy and light
perhaps I'll feel better in the morning sun
or will I blink and moan and instead
and just pull the covers over my head
to hide from the light as I always do
"it's far too early!" I'm telling you
far too early to be bouncing and bright
for me it still feels like the middle of the night
so leave me to rest
for me it's the best

 

Always love your poems x

 

So there I was, in the kitchen, making coffee for me and the missus. She said she was thinking of what to have for lunch. I suggested she have a banana. "I've got a banana in my bag" she said. I thought, what an interesting name for a song or poem.


"I've got a banana in my bag"
she said
it's been there for several days
I guess it's gone soft and started to sag
who knows the time it's wasted away
and all the time the fruit both long and yellow
has waited patiently
for someone to rescue it from where below
it's hidden from what we see
so if she forgets it's lying slack
and plonks her bag down hard
it could break the poor banana's back
and stretch it's skin so far
that finally it breaks and then
I wonder what we'd see
yellow muck spread wide and thin
a total catastrophe!

the moral of this story
if such indeed were true
is eat your banana while it's fresh
or it could make a mess of you

 

Busy Soonday cooking Roast
Bring the neighbours, have a toast
I always cook, far too much
Get some help, lets go Dutch
I do love cooking, that's the thing
Trouble being, much goes in the bin

 

Candy,

Get a dog!

 

Now Candy has me has her pet cat I can expect chocolate milk on a daily basis.

 

LOL XXXX