11.02 and silence reigned

                           Unaware of future pain

                          The bomb dropped fast

                           A shadow cast

                          Children burned stomachs churned

                           The atom bomb had just returned

                          World war amended in a moment

                          An act of Japanese atonement

                          They shatter Nagasaki dreams

                          Mushroom clouds obscure sunbeams

                          Will we ever learn from history deeds

                          And give our children the peace it needs

                                        Jpoet7

 

                       Magic mushroomsAn Aphrodisiacs’ repast. Departed for dessert.

                              Jpoet7

                        A moment in time
Ensconced on the balcony overlooking the tennis courts.A balmy breeze brings with the sounds of seagulls gliding high above. Somebody nearby is cooking lunch and soft music emanates from surrounding open windows. Jet streams crisscross the blue sky and a single engined plane makes its way to an unknown destination. A dog barks in the distance, a car brakes, a child cries. All incidents unrelated but still caught in the moment.poet7

             

Alone she stands, numbed by the tragedy that was now her life . The glazed look on her wizened face,shrouded by her long silver locks exudes the sorrow that lies within. She had come to say farewell to her husband , friend and companion who for many years had made her laugh. Now was not the time , a wooden box , a crucifix is all that’s left behind

  

           

 Funny what you remember when thrown a lifeline. I smell strawberries, see candy striped deck chairs, a small slender grey haired lady always ( as I remember dressed in black ) respectful of authority both church and state . Manners , speak only when spoken to. It was the late 1950s another world, when it seemed life was simple, eat sleep, play.

 I cannot hear her speak, isn’t that funny all those summers and not a word. Oh yes I remember the crossword and spot the ball in the paper you could win a prize 2/6p a fortune when you were 5. 

I remember our walks to the shop for ice cream . The sun always shone at grandmas.pass the church, slight genuflection bless yourself . Meet the priest , salute. The streets were busy with horse and carts and bicycles very few cars.

 I always remember feeling safe and happy. Maybe it’s that I’m looking back with rose tinted glasses. I never remember feeling bored , then again I never remember doing anything, it doesn’t make sense but that’s how I remember it. 

In a nutshell my grandmother was a quiet lady who spoke by her manner and facial expression. I cannot remember her passing, I was possibly protected by my parents from that experience. I do not remember missing her , I probably never really knew her, which was a pity really as she had lived through the boer war , two world wars and many depressions , come to think of it she had very little to be happy about.

                               Jpoet7

                                  

     

                                

•  Some men die , their women cry 
•  the children can’t understand
•  Their fathers won’t be coming home 
• from far off war torn land.
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•  They are buried with full honour
•  with the sound of gun salute
•  they’re surrounded by their families 
• and with men in somber suits   
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• As years go by and tears run dry
•  and with peace again restored
•  the children of their children
•  play war games with their swords
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• They play with guns and rifles
• They say it’s not a crime 
• For now it has come to be 
• An American pastime

Jpoet7

  

Today open your mind and your heart,Smile be positive it’s a start,What follows may astound you,be friendly and you may find a friend, be distant and you will always be lonely.