I THE COCONUT

I have found a beach not far from me
Pure white sand and a crystal sea
A wonderful place to just unwind
And leave all stresses of work behind

I watch the waves as they ebb and flow
The pace of life, it seems so slow
A Coconut tumbles in and out
Almost lands then turns about

Is this a local nut, has it been here before
Or did it journey here from a far off shore
I think of the places it may have been
All the exotic places it could have seen

I wonder how many oceans it has crossed
But here I feel that it’s looking lost
I pick it up, I throw, with all my might
Across the waves and out of sight

It passes over the first wave spray
And it so very slowly drifts away
Places unknown for it to travel
A mystery for my mind to unravel

I lay down with my feet in the sea
Envying this nut, that I’d set free
There dreaming with my eyes tight shut
I now became this fortunate lucky Coconut

The Last Predator

The Eagle flies with crooked claw
Five hundred metres from the shore
Eyes scanning all around
Soaring high without a sound

The Tiger in its forest lair
Silently hiding, tasting the air
With all its inherited skills
It stalks and it silently kills

The Shark below in ocean blue
Searching for the isolated few
It uses its highly tuned senses
To catch quarry without defences

The Snake in its hide of grass
Waiting for Its prey to pass
With its swaying hypnotic dance
It leaves its prey with little chance

The Man with power of production
Builds bombs of great destruction
Leaving nothing in its quake
No Man no Eagle no Tiger no Shark no Snake

FOOTPRINTS

Do you remember that day so long ago
When time passed by so tranquil so slow
On that beach, where I suggested Hide and Seek
You ran off leaving me with just a peck on the cheek
Do you remember I found you right away
I noticed your annoyance but you did not say
You questioned how I found you as we laid there in the sand
I did not answer, I just smiled and kissed your tiny hand
Now I must tell you after so many splendid years
Years of joy, years of love of sad and happy tears
It wasn’t your breathing your rustling you didn’t make a sound
I just followed your tiny footprints right there on the ground
I’m telling you now as the days get shorter, the years speed past
This recollection has helped in its way to make our marriage last
For every time we fall out or argue over many different things
In my heart and in my soul this memory loudly sings
As I always recall those footprints on the ground
And the everlasting love that we so surely found
With the sorrow the pain the anguish we’ve been through
These tiny footprints again and again, have led me back to you

Of Wonderful Magical Things

Do you have things just things secreted in a box a drawer
Little things, these little things, do you need them anymore?
A rubber band a paper clip the ribbon that once bound
The letters from love you lost or of love you recently found
An Airline ticket stub, memory of your first trip abroad
Restaurant or theatre receipt, something that you adored
A button a bow you kept, from that crimson dress
The one you wore that night, intention to impress
A faded photograph relives, those salad days of youth
Your Daughters curly lock, your Sons very first tooth
Old calling cards with numbers, hand written on the back
Memory failure here, who on earth is that?
A few watch strap links, your diet it was successful
Things just things memories of times less stressful
A broken fountain pen, you remember what it wrote
A letter a poem a book or simply a love note
We need this personal treasure-trove, and the pleasure that it brings
With all those memories stored therein of wonderful magical things

CROSSWORD PUZZLE

To curse or not to curse that is the question I’m posing
Whether I do or whether I don’t, of that I’m not disclosing
But it is a matter of fact, a matter of great distress
That ugly words are used, when angry and under stress
They just slip out, appear without any thought
Words your Mother would slap you for, If you were ever caught
If you were to say to the driver, who had just cut you up
Oh you naughty fellow, then you offer the loving cup
Would it have the same effect as these words you could shout
(Please use your imagination here I’m sure you’ll work it out)
Now may I offer a possible solution, something to keep you sane
Install a Blue air conditioning unit right there inside your brain
Or take an oath in front of all, I swear I’ll seldom swear.

THE BUS

Every morning at about the same time
The Bus pulls up below my window
With its noisy engine humming
The noxious fumes, they invade my space
My eyes are full of tears
My nose will not stop running
I hate this Bus and what it brings
I watch it leave, crab down the street
In a cloud of its own pollution

Today it is a different story for in my hand
I have a ticket a pass a token for a journey
This morning I will take a seat upon this bus
I’m filled with trepidation
As in my head I have maligned this bus
Will it pay me back, will it reach its destination
We wind the roads we climb the hills
We park up in a clearing

I walk a path, I wend my way, through the dappled light
Before me a magnificent vista opens up
My eyes opened on such a beautiful sight
A pond of crystal clarity. A cascade of healing power
A Kingfisher in all its resplendent glory
Dove into this tranquil pond intent on catching prey
A million sparkling diamonds shimmered in its entry spray
The songbirds harmonising with the frogs
The sunlight through the leaves of trees
Gave the air a mesmerising glimmer
I saw the beauty of a spiders web
That had captured more mist than flies
If this could be the afterlife
I would never fear of my demise

Every morning at about the same time
The Bus pulls up below my window
The fumes a pleasant reminder
I feel now that I love this Bus
As tears invade my eyes
This Bus, this Bus it had shown me paradise

Months passed they unfolded into years
I often thought of that magical place but never did go back
The bus was my only reminder
The bus still stopped outside
But now it held no fears
I picked up my stick I combed my snow white hair
I use this bus to take me anywhere
All I heard was the shattering of glass
The aroma of burning rubber
A Kingfisher showed me the light
A million diamonds shinning bright
The Bus the Bus had returned me to paradise

PEPPERONI PIZZA (WITH EXTRA CHEESE)

With everything we have we want a little bit more
There’s three in a packet we think we need four
Keeping up with the people living next door
We have what we need but have to have more

Life does not change, we are all the same
To have more than we need, it’s always our aim
Never content, it’s such a shame
Whatever we think we’re all the same

We order Pepperoni pizza with extra cheese
We need that pepperoni pizza, we need that cheese
We open up our mouths and we stuff it in
Extra cheese dripping down our chin
Half the world is living shit or bust
And we scrape off the cheese and we leave the crust

Just think before ordering that extra cheese
That millions are existing on their knees
Never had luxury never known peace
Never seen a pizza never had cheese

© Ray Gorringe 2009