Standing on the ledge of time
Standing on the ledge of time,Shadows in the distance

I smile when I recollect the joys of long past Christmas 

The excitement of the night before all snuggled up in bed

And dreams of Santa flying with presents in his sled

Of waking up next morning and running down the stairs 

Expectantly excited to see what presents were left there

The turkey and the pudding the crackers and the jokes

The joy and laughter still ringing great memories it stokes

But life does have its ups and downs and I remember well

The troubled world of war and crime the stories I could tell

We thought that World War Two would teach us all a lesson

But even now the warring tribes would drive you to depression

There’s poverty and there’s discontent in nations East and West

There’s global warming and wind power and political unrest

There’s China and there’s Russia and their power hungry dictators

And in the West we have the oil and the political manipulators

But what I’ve learned in all my years that history comes in cycles

So I stand here on the precipice of yet another major crisis

                                                Jpoet7

The sadness of her passing

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The fires that burned the embers in her mind

The heat the warmth the energy has died

She said that she’d be with me and she lied

She doesn’t know I’m with her and I cried

I remember all the good times that we had

To look back on all the albums makes me sad

To see her sitting there without a care

For someone who has loved it isn’t fair

Her door was always open to her friends 

It’s so sad to see her life come to an end

                Jpoet7 

  

 
We walked along the shoreline

 silent footsteps in the sand

Two lovers, embraced softly, hand in hand
Seagulls chorus in the distance

Children’s buckets building castles

Sunshine, kites and sea shells glisten
People pass by smiling faces

Calm, untroubled slower paces

Leave their troubles in suit cases
Gather,laughter summer pleasure

Together families finding treasure

Let this moment last forever
Jpoet7

      Happiness 
I wake up in the country

The silence it surrounds me

No noise of traffic in the distance

Throngs of people and impatience
My heart beats at a slower pace

A step away from the great rat race

My mind full of serenity and peace

All my troubles they have ceased
Thoughts of happiness and of joy

No mind intrusions to annoy

No more obscenities to obscure

Just nature innocent and pure
  

            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.