Poem Number 14 - My Dear Love - 23/10/1983

My Dear Love,

            Can you help me, to grow?

            And be more of a man, than I am now?

            I, at times have tried to cry,

            And let my tears out.

            But now, I cannot cry.

            So I thank you so much,

            For that little bit of help.

                                                            Lots and lots               

                                                            And lots and lots

                                                            And lots of love

                                                            XxxxxxJohnxxxxxxx

Poem Number 13 - Outdoor Bush - 23/10/1983

As I hear, the wind from the outdoors,

I listen to the nice sounds of the bush.

And then I turn on the TV, radio and video,

Listening to the voice that records the day’s events.

While I awake, a new day is beginning,                                            

To reveal the history of the day, before,

I then turn to see my darling wife, asleep,

She doesn’t know the news of the day.

Sadness seems to be, the depression on the “News headline”,

Songs are being sung, like two lovers rowing down a flowing stream.

Then, you watch the heroes of the academic world,

Leaders are they all, fighting their battle with thunder and lightening.

Poem Number 12 - Move Out To The West - 23/10/1983

Coming home from work,

Finding furniture we both earn, not there!

Someone had been right through the place,

And they damned well, didn’t seem to care.

Missing important items, which were needed,

As I reported this robbery to the police,                                      

And asking our neighbours, all around the place,

They said, “They didn’t hear a sound in this vicinity.”

The dogs were not barking,

As they usually do, to strangers.

And the windows in the bedroom, seemed to have been, a little bit open,

Things like that really scare me and make me so frightened!

But, from that, I know what we’ll do in the near future,

Leave this flat we’re living in, and move out to the west.

As this would make us feel a lot better.

Whether moving, will be sooner or later!

Poem Number 11 - Down Pouring Rain - 21/10/1983

”. I don’t believe, that some parents of today,

Never know how or why their children steal.

As every crime they do, is to fill-up their own time.

As they find that life is harder for them,

To survive in our human-built cities, every single day.

Everyday of my life, I hear the bad news, of the recent past,

All the crimes caused by both men and woman.

To listen to drunken men, trying to talk to me on the train,

Looking at the overflow rivers,

Which is caused by down pouring rain.                                 

As the children of today,

Do not know, what life for them will be?

Not many parents seem to talk or listen to children, at all.

All they seem to know is when they should shout at them.

Listen, to the one who speaks out loud!

Listen, to the right one now!

I am your children and the father, of my children,

And certainly a proper father, I will be!

Ail say to you my dear friends,

“The truth is: not to mistreat your own children”.

 

Poem number 10 - Shaking Out My Past - 21/10/1983

Yellow is the glow, of the sun,

Which portrays the beauty of a person, I know.

We both do come from different backgrounds,

As I have lived a life, for many years in a shelter,

But my true love “her”, has uncovered all of that.    

My eyes open, as my ears listen more,

As my mother grieves and always interferes.

We have been with the rich an also with the poor,

And her mother is a mother I would always like to have.

As I grab my hand and shake out my past,

With her life, my life just feels so fast.

I used to feels unhappy myself, at some nights,

But tonight, has really turned on my only light.

A friend from her work it was (according to her),

She needed a female friend. So they became!

I know and understand, what friendship means to Michelle,

As Michelle is what a true good friend should be.

Today I opened up, myself,

Letting her know how I felt.

I firstly didn’t tell her….

It took me time to tell.

But from now on, I will only say to her,

How I feel about anything, that’ll ever worry me,

This is because; I love her too much,

To say, “YES” to her, at every single time.

I know that we’d both be happy,

If she was found, pregnant by me.

Certainly, I wouldn’t be too positive,

Until all her tests, prove so positive.

If she can bear, this child of ours,

Even though, if it is, later in the future,

This would make our feelings and dreams,

Of each other, become a lot more true nature.

Poem Number 9 - Young Couples - 13/10/1983

If you weren’t married to the one, you love?

And your relationship is going very well,

Like an innocent young couple,

Getting to know each other, for the first time, is well.

Do you think this is wrong?

For two compatible people, living together?                            

Husband and wife, its such a smooth life,

No real hassles or biffs, between each other at all.

As when we’re together, the warmth is within us,

As we both know so very well.

And all our friends care so much for us,

To see us getting married, as 'husband and Wife'.

Then there’s my mother,

Who thinks she understands,

That our love is a true love,

That’ll always extend.

And my so-called, “Father,”

Who seems to cause more trouble with my mother,

As it doesn’t seem to help,

The relationship between Michelle and me.

We’ve just spent some more money on ourselves,

Buying things together, bringing us further happiness.

Taking away the strings that is attached to my mother,

And finally enjoying, the result of our expenses.

We went away, one long weekend ago,

Away from our troubles and problems, of everyday

I made Michelle cry,

On the night we stayed away,

I know and I will always keep from her,

The reason for letting her cry.

When it hurts, to hear one’s past,

To talk about the future,

You talk about more confusion,

And remembering, how we both got together.

As we found, that in life, there is a lot more worth living,

In this small world of ours.

Poem Number 8 - Mamma Berry, Happy Birthday! - 13/10/1983

This is a poem for “Mamma Berry!”

Who always, seems to be so very merry.

Everyone she knows, she gives them a little smile,

Especially, on the day of her birthday.

                                                                                                                 

Mamma Berry, is a mummy’s mum,

She loves her children, when they are so placid.

And she never seems to have a single moment, to herself,

All because she thinks about is all her family, first.

Making sure, there are hardly any quarrels, at home,

Keeping an eye or two, on her lovely husband, “Bill”.

One arm on the sewing machine, a leg in the kitchen,

Finding any tiny space, for any uninvited guests, to live in.

If there’s a decision for 'mamma of the year?'

If there’s a decision for the 'Nobel Peace Prize?'

Would it be gratification, if 'Mamma Berrry' could win them all?

Wouldn’t it just be one great big surprise?

Happy Birthday! Happy Birthday!

You’re a little more older and wiser.

Happy Birthday! Happy Birthday!

We all love you! “

Poem Number 7 - Queens? Questions? - 9/10/1983

Do you always have to work?                                                               

Are you the breadwinner of the family?

Maybe, you should think about this, very seriously?

Questions? Questions? Why do we have to ask at all?

Answers. Answers. Do we have an answer at all?

Is life so important, that you don’t seem to see your wife, that often?

Is it possible, to explain that, you are such an understanding person?

Do you really treat your wife so righteously?
Do you think that you are so silly?

Yet, you love your wife, so much more than ever?

That your hearts are opened to, one another.