Poem Number 89 - The Next Day - 23/5/1985

In this world, a world of fun,

I believe that life is not so miserable,

It depends upon the individual,

Oh yes! The individual’s life!

When we wake up in the morning,

We will join the human rat race.

To travel to work and keep on talking,

This will put us, in our own place.

Arriving back home, you’ve got to realize,

That the next day is going to be the same.

So put your feet up for an hour or so,

To relax and think about your, “Sweetheart”!

Poem Number 88 - The Open Door To Endless Love - 21/5/1985

With tender kisses, embarrassingly,

I will smother love, so steadily.

Mixed with care, thoughts and trust,

To the loveable girl, who is to me a “big star!”

My moments with her are very precious,

For our love will be continuous                     

With no end to end,

And no curves around the bend.

The young energetic life, in “Cathie”,

Self-responsible, head high on her shoulders.

That cute little face, the fun-loving one!

For the girl is very pretty, tenderly.

Has my heart found the treasured heart,

Of a life time… so tender and young?

For the last couple of weeks, I have thought of,

Nothing but this beautiful girl, ‘Cathie'.

Age does not matter to me at all,

As we all age, right from the time we’re born,

For myself, I’m old in thought and certainly young at heart.

Neither of us being older or younger will ever tear us apart.

It is a written fact of gospel truth,

For a man to love his woman.

Not to mistreat and to respect her,

While the woman also loves her man, the same.

Be it happy, excited and anxious,

That the light is shinning ahead.

It is the open door to endless love,

Of which our ‘real life’ cherishes.

Poem Number 87 - I'll Love You - 15/5/1985

It’s a special night tonight,

We’re going out to celebrate.

I’ll entertain you to be mine,

Cause I want you to be mine.

As I have something special to tell,

And that is, “I’ll love you.”

Poem Number 86 - So Blind - 15/5/1985

I feel like a sun, shinning so strong,

And no one thinks that she is wrong.

While a coloured rainbow,

That arcs across a river stream, flows.

My eyes look upon your pretty face,

Like I’m in love with you, forever.

Always thinking that I believe in her,

Standing right beside her place.

Whenever I speak to you, it’s just that I am so blind,

Whenever I look at you, I’m thinking of all mankind.

So, it is very true that is why I feel,

That I am falling in love, with you.

When the days will turn darker,

And the nights a little lighter,

I wouldn’t stop loving “Cathie”,

Until the day I stop living and die.

For the flowers are blossoming

That the caterpillars turn to decorated butterflies.

And the country is greener with lots of dew in the pastures,

For the times of wet and sad days can lead to times of joy and happiness.

Poem Number 85 - Sadness - 14/5/1985

Is it that Cathie hasn’t seen me for three days?

That people change their feelings so fast?

Or is it that Cathie thinks my involvement in politics,

Is a greater love, than to her?

I’ll admit that the love of politics to me, is so big,

But my love for Cathie is greater than greater.

As I sober my face, waiting patiently,

I drown my sudden sadness in the earth’s composition: Land, air and sea.

She may wish to live,

A life on her own,

And just have good friends everyday,

Maybe she does know where’s she’s going, but can’t just make up her mind.

I wait outside her living place,

Not just because I love her.

Just because I do care for her,

I’m not going to hurt her, at all.

I’ll give up my politics,

Once the time is due,

To share a complete life,

If Cathie desires so.

If she not want to be, so close,

I will be her good friend, at least.

And I will not hassle her,

As she will want to be on her own.

What’s gone wrong to the Cathie, I love?

Is it something that has quivered her heart?

Or is it a strange reaction,

That has changed all her feelings.

Have I pushed our relationship,

Or am I getting this, “Dumped feeling?”

Or was I a part of Cathie’s bad thought of yesterday?

Or was it, that we made love, so tenderly?

Is Cathie scared of me, at all?

Cause I aint scared to talk to her.

I don’t know what to think,

I just know how mixed I feel.

Poem Number 84 - It Was I - 8/5/1985

Friday night a door had opened,

I searched, inch by inch on both sides.

My two feet wanted to dance on the club floor,

I left my table, friends and beer.

The second girl I approached,

After I asked, I could not believe her eyes.

Little old me, only requested her for a dance,

She replies that she has never danced.

I grabbed her hands, so gently,

Boy! Was I feeling so manly?

The stepping on toes, my bumping to others,

And I tried to dance, so gracefully.

Being sweet sixteen and mature in mind,

At least, Cathie did not seem so physically blind,

Just like what my life was, to me in my teens,

Not knowing where I was going and getting lost, in the scene.

Picking up a wrong deck of cards,

And then Stan, showing us where to go!

Sitting down with her, we couldn’t believe our luck,

While the dancers kept dancing, I was just thinking.

Before she left, she wanted to know if I wanted her number,

Of course I did. I didn’t expect this!

We both exchanged our numbers with curiosity,

And wondered, who’ll make the first call!

It was I!

Poem Number 83 - In A Subtle Way..... - 31/1/1985

I hope this poem I am thinking of, carefully,

Is a descriptive poem about a person, who’s so friendly,

Such a god’s gifted heart………may unlaiden the earth,

To give is to give, at all costs and at all its worth.

People who just think of themselves, first,

Should be left on the unclean shelves.

So that they can rot in their own dirt,

No one could matter, whether it hurts or not.

To give is not so natural, in today’s world of ours,

Just to enjoy the happiness and glory of a friend for hours.

Listening so carefully and attentively to a friends spoken words,

And in a subtle way…………you assist your friend with your own deep thoughts.

Smiling, laughing and enjoying all of the company,

Shown discretion when needed, at all costs.

Bring your words of wisdom to others of concern,

His body, astern, controls his mind.

Is it wise to think of others more than they think of you?

For this is the man of giving and not taking.

How much cool morning air in winter, makes the grass to dew,

But choosing his friends, not the ones with the big ego. 

Poem Number 82 - Temper - 12/1/1985

My temper is usually unnecessary,

But I always seem to show it all the time.

I do love my Mum and Dad,

Yet I don’t seem to give the love; I love them for.

Is it because I myself find it hard to live at home?

Is it because I try to do my best?

Yet, never leave my mummy and daddy at rest!

Poem Number 81 - A New Year - 1/1/1985

This is the start of a new year, for all of us,

This year, is so special for me,

As it is the year I can stand so tall,

Not like what I was last year, looking so small.

I’ve heard from the years of last,

And I’ll always look back at my: up and down past.

From here on in, I’ll look after myself,

And not leave myself sitting on the shelf.

As I am a man, a man I should be,

Not making my decision on my own,

But listening to others and clearly hear,

Not knowing that I have, so grown.

Maybe I need to educate myself,

In every possible way, in what I want, in my life.

Will anyone answer what I want to question?

Will they become my friend, without hesitation?

There’s only one person, whom I know,

Can answer all of that.

And we know who that is!!!!!

Me.             Me.                Me.

This coming eventful year to follow,

I’ll try not to beg, buy or borrow.

If I do, I’ll just cause more time wastage,

And will never reach the limits of my first imaginary life.

Words are spoken, so fast,

As we hear the bells chime.

With a man, who’s life has gone to part,

Do we hear him cry,” have you got a dime?”

Rushed in quietness that freshens all thoughts,

In such a unique way, so no one else should know.

As the liquid flows from the write able pen,

Till he looks out, towards the wall clock that shows the hour of ten.

He as it been so long, that there wasn’t any sleep?
Does he still feel strong enough, to carry on with the day?