Spring cleaning bug

Oh no! I've got the spring cleaning bug!
Just couldn't stop! Had to clean and clean!
Stuff everywhere! Like a tornado had been!
Piles of books everywhere!
Newspapers under the stairs!
Oops! I haven't got any stairs!
Must have been my mistake 
Felt so dizzy by the end 
Got some yucky dust up my nose 
That's what made me sneeze: I suppose 
So much washing to get done 
At least I count that as "fun"
I enjoy the warm sunshine 
Love to see the clothes flapping on the line 
The sky was so crystal clear
Saw a jet plane soaring overhead 
Not a sound to be heard; that followed
A minute later on!
Saw the new moon so high up above 
Then a bird flew by as well
Lucky me; it was not about to drop
Any presents on my head

21 September 2012
Sedan 

Lost in my Nightmare

Lost in my nightmare 

Way back in our old home 

You were there for a visit 

But to me you would not incline 

Ignored and abandoned 

I lost my temper and my cool

Angrily I abused you 

For making me act the fool

You turned away from me 

From my countenance of love 

I felt despised and regretted 

All I'd given of that love

I ran crying from the building 

Out into the wilderness 

Yelling that you would discover 

Me no longer at your side 

Just as in a childish temper 

Many, many long years ago 

I ran off and thought you'd find me 

Like in fairy tales of yore 

I awoke feeling upset; restless 

Feeling hard done by; yes indeed

Hurt by all of your nasty words 

Hurt by all your selfishness and greed 

Lost in my dreaming

I was lost in my dreaming 
Searching for some light 
Trying; something to discover 
Set some things to right 
You were sitting there beside me 
Looking content with your new life 
You turned to me and started 
Then uncertain; ready for flight 
I asked you to continue 
As you were turning away 
"Honey" I said; smiling 
"Please let us chat today"

Out of the frying pan

Was scrubbing my old electric frying pan 
It was covered in grease and grime 
How come I never saw this before?
How come I was so lost in time?
My tears began a-falling and
I felt so terribly ashamed 
As I peered into my dungeon 
Into the darkness and the haze
What had I become?
How had I behaved? 
Oh Lord: my life flew past before me
The pain; humiliation; the shame 
My eyes; though wide open 
Had been covered in a smoky glaze
Now; no longer blinded 
I could see all of those distant days 
The level to which I'd been reduced
All the dirt in which I'd wallowed; lazed
Now; it was revealed through my crying 
How could I have been so blinded? 
How so demoralised?
Devastated by life's circumstance...
Made to feel less than normal
Less than; dehumanised...
God help me rise up again
Help me see the light 
Release me from this lifelong blight...

Wild winds

Hear the wild winds blowing
Listen to them scream; howl
Don't you know time is showing?
Don't you know it's almost time?
God' angels still hold back danger
Slowly they will loose their hold
Storms descend upon the nations
Allow the world's strife to magnify
Dangers is growing everywhere
Evil rears its great ugly head
How can any flee this danger?
Is there any safety in these climes?

September sunshine

Glorious September sunshine 
Pouring down from above 
No more dark skies; darling 
Let me fill you with my love 
Fresh sea breezes blowing 
Bright new days ahead 
This love of life; mind blowing 
Can't wait my wings to spread 

Love and lovers

Many songs have been written

Many more have been sung 

Of lovers in their seasons 

And of how many have been wrong 

You cannot miss such loving 

As you have never ever had 

Until the day when such love; deserved 

Finally does come along...

Impossible to discover it 

More impossible to describe 

How your heart goes beating 

How you truly feel inside...

Unless you have thus experienced 

You cannot ever hope to see 

Nor understand a heart's fleeting 

Glow; then the mind's brief glee

But what of those few par takers?

Those in that small minority 

Who actually get to experience?

Those who actually do fly free?

Lifted up into the heavens 

Elevated to spectacular heights 

Remaining there for many moments 

Have you ever really experienced; seen?

Hurting Inside

I regularly get so angry
When I think of you two
Selfish, greedy dastards
Through and through
It galls me to remember
All of those times
When you said "I'll pay you back"
And I believed all your lies...
Anger flares within me
At the way you thought to treat; me
Your loving, kind, generous mother
To you I was so sweet
But the time came when I
Could simply no longer believe
That my own precious daughter
Could be so filled with greed
And like a lamb led to slaughter
Oh how you made me bleed...
My love; it was thus sacrificed
I could finally take no more
Then it was I realised
I could only walk out that door...

Sense of smell

She came into our unit
Friendly visit on her mind
We simply didn't realise
She wasn't being unkind...
"Can't you sense that smell dear?
I know where it's coming from?
I had the very same problem
But now at last it is all gone!"
Water had been slowly leaking
Way before we had even realised
Black mould spores were brewing
We'd underestimated their disguise
Hidden behind kitchen cupboards
Those evil spores had multiplied
Spreading their spectacular destruction
We could not smell it, were sensitised
That awful smell; spreading far and wide
The previous tenant had voiced it
Her concerns; though never recognised
Nothing was ever done about it
No cleansing regime improvised...
Now as we were finally leaving
After the work was finally done
We'd left to move our belongings
Came back to check before moving on
The mouldy smell was overpowering
How could we not have known?
It pervaded all our senses
Made us finally realise...
That cough that ever lingered
That rash that never fully healed
Just as we had read all about it
These ailments were now revealed
As part and parcel of that moisture
As caused by that ignorance
For they surely would not listen
As she had tried to seek recourse...
Now at last we say "good riddance"
To that substandard rented home
I only hope the next tenant will
Get to enjoy a cleaner zone

Family life

I love my family
My children are precious 
To me they are my life 
Such a shame then 
That some only cause me strife 
What pleasure can be gained 
When we are in accord 
When we are all loving 
When we speak a civil word 
It is with sadness that I sigh 
Wishing sad days had gone by 
Miss my mum so very much 
Miss my grandchildren too
But my daughter; though I love her 
Can't seem to recover 
From the distance between us two
Anger flames within me 
At the way she has betrayed
With her hard hearted words 
They cut like samurai swords 
I cannot believe it 
But it has happened all the same 
Though I gave everything 
It was never enough 
I was "selfish and greedy"
In her damning eyes 
But though I love her 
Though I wish I could move on 
Her words they fall like boulders 
Crashing in my ears 
And the pain returns more deeply 
At the way she has betrayed 
God I ask for your forgiveness
For the way my life has gone 
Help me to be more forgiving 
Help me to clear the slate 
Help cease from complaining 
Help me deeply contemplate 
With loving thoughts to ponder 
I pray it's not too late...

Life and growing older

It's Father's Day on Sunday
Another year has passed
My dear dad is getting older
He is really slowing down
Everything is "too much"
It is all just "too hard"...
His breathing is getting shallower
His eyes a little more dim
I love my dear old gentleman
I truly do worry about him
Now that mum is gone
Now that he is all alone
I worry about his eating
I worry about his health
Knowing that life is short
His life is his wealth...
He doesn't really eat much
A little here and there
I guess that's what happens hon
He really doesn't seem to care
I listen as he eats his food
Can't chew cos he has no teeth
So he gums it all and swallows
He lives by this belief
A little goes a long, long way
Don't miss what you don't have
He has lost the love of his life
But he's doing really brave
At least he has regular baths
At least he likes to shave...
He'll never be a dirty old man
So he'll never be that cliche
Just like Paul McCartney's grandpa
In "A hard day's night"
"He's a clean old man"
That's what they'll say
Whenever my dear old dad
Comes wandering this way...
I love you dad
Hope you have the most wonderful "Father's Day"

Cranky old man

What do you see nurses?...What do you see?
What are you thinking...When you're looking at me?
A cranky old man...not very wise...
Uncertain of habit...with far away eyes...
Who dribbles his food...and makes no reply...
When you say i a loud voice..."I do wish you'd try!"
Who seems not to notice...the things that you do...
And forever is losing...a sock or a shoe...
Who, resisting or not...lets you do as you will...
With bathing and feeding...Lets you do as you will...
With bathing and feeding...the long day to fill...
Is that what you're thinking?...Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes nurse...you're not looking at me...
I'll tell you who I am...As I sit here so still...
As I do your bidding...As I eat at your will...
I'm a small child of 10...With father and mother...
Brothers and sisters...who love one another...
A young boy of 16...with wings on his feet...
Dreaming that soon now...a lover he'll meet...
A groom soon at 20...my heart gives a leap...
Remembering the vows...that I promised to keep...
At 25 now...I have young of my own...
Who need me to guide...and secure a happy home...
A man of 30...my young now grown fast...
Bound to each other...With ties that should last...
At 40, my young sons...have grown and are gone...
But my woman is beside me...to see I don't mourn...
At 50, once more...babies play at my knee...
Again we know children...my loved one and me...
Dark days are upon me...my wife is now dead...
I look at the future...I shudder with dread...
For my young are all rearing...young of their own...
And I think of the years..and the love I have known...
I'm now an old man...and nature is cruel...
It's jest to make old age...look like a fool...
The body it crumbles...grace, vigour, depart...
But inside this old carcass...a young man still dwells...
And now and again...my battered heart swells...
I remember the joys...I remember the pain...
And I'm loving and living...life all over again...
I think of the years, all too few...gone too fast...
And accept the stark fact...that nothing can last...
So open your eyes, people...open and see...
Not a cranky old man...
Look closer...see...ME!!

Originally by Phyllis McCormack
Adapted by Dave Griffith
Shared on FaceBook

Found among the property of an old man 
who had just died in a nursing home...

The best and most beautiful things
Can't be seen or touched...
They must be felt by the heart...