Computer Dating

I met an old friend the other week
Still single, always the Geek
Thick rimmed glasses and an Elvis quiff
A little too proper and decidedly stiff

He said that he has trouble getting a date
Thought perhaps it was getting too late
He said Ray “what can I do?”
I want to be married and happy like you

I said Dave you’re the computer guru
Try computer dating that’s what you do
You could meet the girl you desire
Better do it now before you retire

So that night he made some Bournvita
Logged on and Googled, hoping he’d meet her
He found a site that could work out fine
“Mega Bit Dating Agency” here for you, all the time

He signed up and paid with his plastic
Fifty dollars was a little drastic
But what the hell, if it works for me
I’ll give it a try we’ll see what we see

He had the obligatory form to fill in
Age, occupation, earnings that sort of thing
There were quite a few questions like these
But when it came to sex he answered yes please

Now I must help you and shorten this tale
This site worked and he contacted a Gal
They arrange a time and a place to meet
A cyber cafe just down the street

He arrived with plenty of time to spare
And was quickly ushered to a waiting chair
In front of a computer, he turned it on
Thinking what’s going down here is this a con

He stared intently at the monitor
Welcome to “Mega Bit” my name is Monica
And I will be your date for tonight
It wasn’t so bad after the initial fright

I met him again the very next day
He shook my hand saying thank you Ray
I was confused asking how was your night?
“It was good, in fact it was a delight”

She had a mainframe to die for
She even had a modern duel core
Said she would like a little more Ram
Showed me what she could do with her inbuilt web cam

In her memory there’s so much to be explored
Next date she’ll introduce me to her Motherboard
I truly can not wait till next week
“Oh well! Once a Geek always a Geek”

© Ray Gorringe 2010

Breadline Blues

Poor people privately pleading
Often openly obscured outcasts
Visually valueless vagrancy victims
Earnestly economically eking earnings
Restlessly resisting raising resentment
Tirelessly trying to thrive
Yesterdays yield yesteryears yells

Just a Purrfect Day

There in a puddle left by the rain
A bird washing, taking such pain
Wet and bedraggled far worse than before
Too heavy with water to leave the floor
A cat on a wall a distance away
A lean and dirty local stray
Sees this bird and realises its plight
Knows that it’s incapable of flight
In his hungry head he sees his chance
And without as much as a second glance
Pounces from his wall with intent
An opportunity like this is heaven sent
This bird still unable to fly
Sees the cat in the corner of his eye
He screams and franticly flaps his wings around
This catches the attention of a nearby hound
The dog thought, a cat verses a bird well that’s not fare
I know, I’ll give this cat a really bad scare
So the dog drew a deep deep breath
Barked like hell, and scared the cat to death
The cat wisely ran a mile
The dog gave a satisfied smile
Now the bird had dried, he was able to fly
He swooped down to his saviour from his perch on high
He landed on the dogs back without any fear
Climbed on his head and uttered these word into his ear
Thank you kind hound, I owe my life to you
Tell me please is there anything for you I can do
“Don’t mention it” but seeing your asking, do you see that tick in my ear?
Without hesitation the bird got to work and pecked the whole dog clear
They became friends forever that day
Helping each other in every way
The dog clear of unwanted pests
And the bird had hair to line its nests
Now if like me you have regard for every living thing
Regardless of species, creed or colour of skin
You will have a concern for this cat abruptly separated from his meal
And you think that perhaps he was dealt a rotten deal
Do not worry as it appears it was indeed his lucky day
For in his hurry to escape he went a different way
He ran into a fisher lady sitting gutting fish
She took pity on this cat and filled for him a dish
Life goes on, sometimes in a strange way
But all in all for these four this was truly a purrfect day

A Prayer for Haiti

The cruelty of nature has once again shown its hand
As an earthquake has stuck an already troubled land
We must now forget their past atrocities
And bear no more animosities
We can not be the judge and jury
Can not compete with natures fury
Our hearts must go out to the survivors of this devastation
And we should offer a prayer for every single Haitian
For so many who have lost their lives, may their God accept their souls
And the kindness of others throughout the world fill the survivors bowls
May the power of their belief
Offer them some relief
May the outcome of this tragedy give them a better future
Heal the wounds of the past with a golden suture
Please give them the strength to rebuild their land
The strength of unity, with all hand in hand

Careing Sharing Pairing

He lays his head upon the pavement
Where he will spend his night
In his head he holds no resentment
He is tired from his existence fight

His sleep merely a restless slumber
On his hard and filthy bed
Just one of a vast number
But this is not in his head

First light, comes the bustle of activity
As sleep is wiped from his eyes
Yet another day in this uncompromising city
But he’s still grateful for the sunrise

He sifts through the garbage of the night
For a crust of bread, a few grains of rice
But he is still content, he knows that it’s right
To share this meagre breakfast with the multitude of mice

During the day he doesn’t wander far away
Accepting the occasional coin laid at his feet
Joined by a bedraggled dog, a poor mangy stray
His alms buys just enough for both of them to eat

This dog and he, together in their plight
He picks the fleas from the dogs dirty hair
The dog guards, keeping him safe at night
And supplying warmth from the cold night air

A lesson here for us to learn
From this unfortunate pairing
That life gives richness in return
For unconditional sharing

Is it easier to give, with half empty hand
Or with our hands half full
Will we ever learn, be able to understand
Let this thought remain and at our heartstrings pull

© Ray Gorringe 2010

MY CHRISTMAS WISHES

It is Christmas, a time when wishes can come true
I have wishes, and here are just a few
I wish for peace in every land
With every culture linked, hand in hand
I wish for the end of wars throughout the world
With the Rainbow flag of peace freely unfurled
I wish that Man could find a cure
For AIDS and Cancer that so many souls endure
I wish for a level playing field
Where the scars of disparity can be healed
I wish that terrorism becomes a thing of the past
No innocents suffering from indiscriminate bomb blast
I wish for an end to political corruption
Which waters the seed of moral destruction
I wish again that the world becomes one
With no battles of greed to be lost or won
Lastly I wish that at least one of my wishes comes true
And 2010 will be a better year for me and for you

Blind Faith (poem from story Son of a Farmer)

Still without children the farmer and wife
After many years of otherwise happy life
This a sorrow so hard to bear
Full of silent tearful despair

Every day when the farmer leaves for his field
His wife’s eyes with tears are filled
For from her window her eyes would dwell
Positioned there is the village well

Mothers fill their pitchers while their children play
There seated at the well like every other day
A young boy who was barely eight
Left by his Mother from dawn till late

This child, this poor wretched child
Sitting there so meek, and so mild
To his Mother he was just a bind
For he was totally profoundly blind

That night upon the farmers return
Wife said husband you know how we yearn
You know that child, that boy who is blind
We can adopt, I’m sure his mother won’t mind

But my wife my love he can not see
What good in our later life will he be
He has a heart husband of mine
He has a heart, let us be kind

Next morning he left for his field
Praying for a healthy, hearty yield
He left his wife with these words few
I love you wife, do what you have to do

Upon his return late at night
He was greeted by a wonderful sight
For there seated for him to see
He now had a completed family

This was a vision he’d held in his head
Ever since his wife and he had wed
A sight so wonderful to beguile
He showed his delight in his beaming smile

The first few years it was mother and son
The farmer said “to the field he must come”
He led his son then away
To the field for a working day

The farmer maybe long it the tooth
But he found this boy like many a youth
When it came to physical labour
He treated it with contempt and disfavour

So every day he sat on a boulder
While years past and he became older
Isolated, he was all alone
In some place, a world of his own

Then one morning the farmer woke late
A pain in his head and eyes that ache
Within just a matter of hours
He completely lost visual powers

The doctor said farmer my friend
For your sight this is the end
And the farmer he took to crying
He felt he would be better off dying

He started sitting at the well every day
For he could not think of any way
To keep his family feeding
While his heart was constantly bleeding

Then some weeks later
His son approached and said Pater
I don’t want your heart to bleed
Take my hand and I will lead

So on the trek they would start
As he had learnt the route by heart
And as this journey ended
The farmer realised his field had been well tended

From that day to the present
Through good times and the unpleasant
Farmer and son have worked hand in hand
Sowing and reaping their small piece of land

Now you must learn to know
With love and the seeds that you sow
You will most definitely find
That the blind can surely lead the blind