When I was a windy boy and a bit
And the black spit of the chapel fold,
(Sighed the old ram rod, dying of women),
I tiptoed shy in the gooseberry wood,
The rude owl cried like a tell-tale tit,
I skipped in a blush as the big girls rolled
Nine-pin down on donkey's common,
And on seesaw sunday nights I wooed
Whoever I would with my wicked eyes,
The whole of the moon I could love and leave
......
Sweetest love, I do not go,
For weariness of thee,
Nor in hope the world can show
A fitter love for me;
But since that I
Must die at last, 'tis best
To use myself in jest
Thus by feign'd deaths to die.
Yesternight the sun went hence,
......
What does little birdie say
In her nest at peep of day?
Let me fly, says little birdie,
Mother, let me fly away.
Birdie, rest a little longer,
Till thy little wings are stronger.
So she rests a little longer,
Then she flies away.
What does little baby say,
......
He sat in a wheeled chair, waiting for dark,
And shivered in his ghastly suit of grey,
Legless, sewn short at elbow. Through the park
Voices of boys rang saddening like a hymn,
Voices of play and pleasure after day,
Till gathering sleep had mothered them from him.
About this time Town used to swing so gay
When glow-lamps budded in the light blue trees,
And girls glanced lovelier as the air grew dim,-
......
A precious little child
Fashioned by God's own hand,
Sweetness that goes unequaled
by the handiwork of man.
A winter baby sleeping calmly
As mountains beneath a robe of white
And winter winds breathe softly
Of God's gift this wondrous little life.
Tis' my mind wonders
Thou I shall ponder
Dusk till dawn
Gazing at a majestic swan
O' what thy should do
when will thy mind give me a clue
O' how I becon
Then thy mind shall threaten
......
9.39pm - bed
2.02am - wake
2.20am - check clock
2.25am - toilet
2.39am - check clock
2.40am - rollover
2.42am - rollbackover
2.45am - rollbackoveragain
2.47am - check phone
3.03am - kick cat off bed
......
Hot sun
a stirring
in scarlet hours.
Sleeping beauty rises
Red rose.
Fragrance
drifts afar
on unseen wings.
Under the golden spell
......
All
things are
possible
when moon casts its
pearls
The sky exploded into colors, and sun winked at the stars,
Stars winked at the night, loveliness in black and white!
Day and night met in twilight shadows, a secret rendezvous,
In the deepening purple magic, casting its hypnotic allure.
Bluebirds ceased singing, in adulation of the languid hours,
While the fragrant flowers, drew strange breeze encounters!
Gaiety will have to be waiting, no matter how it is missed,
For the world won't be waking, until the sunrise compromise.