Dreamer
She passed me by in leather

My heart began to patter
The birds began to scatter

I walked on with a swagger.
Hoping that she would notice

I was under her hypnosis
Praying my endeavour

 wasn’t hopeless.
She turned at the next corner

And met her six foot partner
 with a slight shake of my pelvis

I felt more than a little jealous

If my wife had only pictured

The images that I had conjured
I’d have been severely injured

With bones so badly splintered
So next time you see a beauty

Even though it is your duty
Ignore the urge that swells within 

Your head
For if you don’t you won’t wake up 

Next day beside her in your wedding bed

    Jpoet7

A bright good morning from Dublin. How good it is to be able to walk the Liffey banks and take the morning air.

     Nature

The trees swayed swiftly in the breeze

Bringing nature to its knees

Golden leaves dropped to the ground

A dulling carpet for the sound

Birds shivered in their shiny feathers

Huddled closely in their nests together

Clouds scuttled across the dark grey skies

Leaving Fleeting shadows as they pass by

Cool raindrops dropped on sodden earth

Giving certain plants a quick rebirth

I stand in awe and wonderment

At the elements in the firmament

Jpoet7

On the streets 
They pass me by like zombies 

In their knocked off abercrombies

Their Drug signs are there for all to see

They stagger around like they were drunk

Their bloodshot eyes so deeply sunk

Open Needle marks and obvious lethargy

They go down to the social

To get money for their hostel

On street corners they will hustle

Unsteadily they will shuffle

The fag in hand, the cheap beer can

Young ladies pushing babies prams

Not knowing where the fathers gone

Or where the next quick fix comes from

They make their way to the local courts

The poor tax payers they support

The Procedures they all know well

Free barristers, free lawyers cartel

Their sob stories they will tell

They’re released back onto the street

And then they shout a loud obscenity

At the local understaffed gardai

Their laughter and V signs we see

I wonder will they ever be

A part of our “normal” society

Or will they always hover 

On the outskirts in abject poverty.

Jpoet7

I do all my “best” writing early in the morning. Some would say “do us all a favour and stay in bed a little longer”. To those I say go read somewhere else, no that’s not true, I really do appreciate all those who take the time to hit the button. “Retired” and sixty plus I am now just beginning to write. Never had the inclination before. It has opened a door in my brain with cobwebs on, and words keep crawling out. It has opened up a new world of new people, new ideas and new confidence and I thank all who have helped them escape. Thank you for your attention and look forward to reading you again soon.

   Raindrops
Raindrops dancing on the dance floor 

Crying tears on the window panes

Grey storm clouds gather overhead

Putting happiness into the shade

The people in this world today

The warmongers and paymasters 

Chasing tragedy and poverty

Creating many more disasters

They claim it’s for the common good

And that without them there’d be failure
But for poverty stricken nations

They’re far from being their saviour
It’s obvious from where they fight

That oil and money not people’s plight

Is theirs by choice and not birthright 

Is there no end to this circus in sight

  Ho! Ho! Ho!
I wake up with a fright
From a nightmare in the night
My mind has taken flight
It is an awful sight
I see Santa fly away
With my money in his sleigh
With rudolf prancing gaily out of sight
If only I had not listened to the priests
Out on the missions
I would not now be sitting here in such a state
            Jpoet7

 Her Crimson lips caress

 the gallery to impress

Her sculptured hair 

her sultry eyes. 

Her perfume

My mind it races

For her embraces

My pulse it beats

Our lips to meet

Then I awake

It’s morning.

      Jpoet7