There’s an ongoing struggle to survive!Somewhere, a career path is doubtful,Somehow, there’s a need to thrive! This Curriculum Vitae goes live!‘Learning the ropes’ isn’t very hopeful,There’s an ongoing struggle to survive! Imagination goes into overdrive!Job-to-job, getting ever stealthful;Somehow, there’s a need to thrive! Rising suspicion is fast to arrive!Tactics are getting less useful,There’s an ongoing…
Author: Chris Goode
A life much too tinkered-with, by Jefh Davies
1.Little by little, it’s taking shape:Not quite ready though.A bit of this, bit of that, bit of the other thing: got to get it all just so. With a tiny tweak here, and a slight tap there:don’t need that part, better check this part, nothing too radical, twiddling till it’sSpot on, top to toe. 2.Won’t…
I Dreamt of California, by Bob Trinder
Early morning,Sun shiningThrough the curtains,I dreamt of California.Warm air, bright light,Tall redwood treesScreening the forest floorFrom the heat.A river, fast and clear,Water tumbling, noisily,Through rocksOut of Yosemite.Mountain passes,Blocked by snow.Death ValleySearing in the sun. A home, back yardCovered by decking,A shaded placeTo sit and talk.A jigsaw, on a table,Part finished,Waiting for the final pieceThat will…
A poem, by Bob Trinder
Mischa asked ‘What is a poem?’And I saw A young woman,Back in the Sixties,Bag on her shoulder,Low slung jeansAnd sandals,Smiling to herselfHead high,Fluid, Free,As she walkedIn the sun.
Empty Box (a story about mental health), by Mike McBride
Before I learnt to control my feelings I used to feed off others Especially anger When someone close was angry I would think it was directed at me Then I would eclipse their hurt With my own Instead of receiving sympathy They suffered my pent-up rage Without proper help To recognise and understand The power…
Company (In Memory), by Jayne Marshall
Standing on the deck a companyresplendent in naval livery salutelittle ships and dinghies re-enactingtheir loyalty willing to respond for king and country bringing homeheroes to live and fight again the company of greed and twistedlies go hand in handdenying honesty, corrupted by power The company we once shared decimated again, living under showersof a poisoned…
Ghosts, by Jayne Marshall
Ethereal wisps are thoughtsthat drift in morning mists and sit on the river whis-pering mysterious tales. There’s a ghost of a chancethat you might catch a glance of souls passing that way,there’s a ghost of a smilethat’s caught once in a whilewhen memories brighten sad eyes
An Empty Box, by Bob Trinder
An empty boxSitting on a shelfFilled with memories.I see it every day,Take it down sometimes,And hold it,Feeling its lightnessBut keeping it shut;Afraid the memoriesWill escape. Childhood streets,And alleyways behind,Sandy beaches,Sun warm on my skin,People I’ve known,Secrets I keep,Flown away,Gone,Like photosExposed to light,If the bareness inside,Is revealed. One day,Someone willTake it downAnd look inside.But by thenThere’ll…
Valentine’s Day 2023 and Flowers, by Sharifin Gardiner
The sky turns pink, then blue “Wake up my love , we’ve got so much to doI’ll bring our morning tea for you”Lilies scent our bedroom with their bloomsMmmmmmm!We haven’t needed suite cases for so long This metal one looks OK and strong Careless scramble for whatever we can findStruggling to escape our To Do…
Listening, by Roger Read
I hear what you say.You say it everyday.I’m not going to forget.No way ! Just my mind.Is not kind.So please remind.What you said ? So I get the shopping right.The list I can write.Bread white.Milk light. I’m confused can you say it again.Sorry to be a pain.It’s just plain.My memory has gone again. Roger P…
Liebeskummer, by Liisa Strong
Night is a dark foeSleep the bus that never comes Listening to the sound of my heartBreaking cell by cell If I’m not carefulI will remember the tender you You should now beOnly a size of a memory Dwindling… Not still toing and froingIn my hearts chambers But dwindling….
on the white horse view trail, by Chris Goode
hovering in far distance the blue ridge of the weald stark trees still dreaming of an almost unachievable Spring last year’s leaf-litter pressed into a shaping suck of mud phantom fractals laying down their memories of sunlight and silent seasons past stilled birdsong hangs in air banded by a young year’s light as we turn…
Turn and Turn again, by Roger Read
Summer moves on through to Autumn. Long gone the Spring bloom and the blossom.Bees buzzing, doves cooing and chicks squabbling.Long gone the ducklings dabbling. Gathering of the Harvest is complete. Bales of straw gathered for the Winter, stored all neat.Bedding, feed and animal heat.Days grow shorter and wetter.Nights grow longer and colder.Green and yellow leaves…
Coconuts and Sheep, by Roger Read
Amongst coconut palms and fallen husks.Chomping on the grass and nibbling the odd shoot.There appears to be a sheep.Here in the tropics ?Not what you would expect to see or hear.A bleat or baa!It’s true. My eyes do not deceive me.I continue to stare at a Hair.So is it a Barbados, St Croix or Katahdin…
The Importance of Eating Properly, by Antony Mair
The book group come tonight, including Graham.I’m giving them a vegetable tagineand then fruit salad – some healthy foodto counter his usual diet of steak and chips. In Waitrose I fill the trolley with fresh produce:spinach, onions, and sweet potatoes. Then melon,pomegranates, grapes and oranges.Fresh ginger, garlic, cinnamon. Fara’s on the till, her lovely faceframed…