Re: Roses are red, violets are blue, here's a poet... - Page 12

ENKELI · ‎24-02-2024

And hugs back @tonys. I'll post it and see if it needs to be censored.

@Glisten and my fellow Perthvillians, have you noticed a strange phenomenon happening with the weather? All this wet stuff has been coming from the skies and some loud claps of thunder too. I'd almost forgotten what rain was!!

This poem was written about the families of soldiers who fought in Vietnam. A little backstory, the poem was written for my grandmother, and the line about already losing his father, my grandfather was on the HMAS Sydney and he died on the 19/11/1941 when the Kormoran sank it. It was my grandfathers' 21 birthday and he never got to meet his son as my dad was born the following July.

Trigger warning ahead -

Those Left Waiting

In a caravan in the red dust and gums of the outback,
In a sleepy town by the seaside in a little shack,
In towns and cities, you who were left, waited,
Hoping against hope, your wait was not ill-fated.
The sisters and brothers, the mothers and fathers too,
The wives and sweethearts, all seeing it through.
Closely watching each day, the news on TV,
Never knowing just what they might see.
Hoping to catch just a glimpse of him,
Is it him, it can't be, he looks so grim.
Each night a mother kneels down to pray,
For her beloved son so far away.
She lost his father at war before he was born,
If she lost him now her heart would be torn.
Dear God won't you please hear my plea,
Bring him back home again safely to me.
Sadly for many came that knock on the door,
And they knew then that they'd see him no more.
Slowly but finally that long year passed,
And he is now back home with you at last.
You endured the agony, heartache and pain,
Of never knowing if you would see him again.
But you waited faithfully, steadfast and true,
So here is my tribute just for you.

For my family who cared so much.

tonys · ‎24-02-2024

I love it @ENKELI .. It delves into the waiting that woman endure, while men be men. or the pawns

of men's bidding The waiting of woman has always stirred a force in me. Reminds me of those lines.

Slowly silently distantly gaze.

For silhouette riders in a red sunset haze..

Will things ever change.. Thankyou for taking me back to that place. That time.. tonys..

MermaidHair · ‎29-02-2024

I'm going to wrap up my night on the forum by sharing here something I wrote, very nervous to do so!

The Bottleman

You whispered sweet nothings as we gazed over empty seas,

When the dark clouds rolled in I fell to my knees.

You didn't see.

The suffocating thickness of the warm breeze,

The way your deception put me at ease.

We were free.

The remaining blood vessels that refused to freeze,

You had already departed but I begged 'stay with me please?'.

I can't flee.

My breath was taken and replaced with a wheeze,

This heart is just glass for the bottleman to seize.

It's not me.

tonys · ‎21-03-2024

Still on your park bench, sad letters all around. I think @PeppyPatti the coals you rekindled, have summoned the lonely hearts from afar to seek warmth and share pain.

@Rollon @PeppyPatti and @Oaktree @Appleblossom Families, fathers, youngest sons, daughters estranged,

Break ups n divorce.. Your pains, a whole lot worse than mine. The street has only, competitors..

No real friends and family to mourn

@Dolphin1 15.. and @Lila3 in your secret garden. Your letters captured for me the essence of a kind of salvation that works for some, like us. Thankyou. Loneliness spans all , from this bench,

to the ivory towers that shade it. Sleep found me eventually on your park bench and I woke with

my feelings in my hand.

LONELINESS.

Yesterdays papers down cold empty streets

winters wind whisks paper stands.

Dogs of despair with nothing to bark at

Cold comforts news paper gloved hands.

Flickering neon's protesting the damp

Tattered moths fooled by the false

Icy blue light depraving the night

Psychoses the fear quickened pulse.

A time when as youths

Sweethearts in phone booths

Laughed back that winters death stare .

Old sodden in sin

Keeps raining within

No phone calls

No letters

Despair..

Holed shoes shuffling rings through the grease pools

Down lanes night lovers once walked.

Memories on bar stools

Closed ears to old fools

Bare park bench where secrets one stalked.

Deprived of a chance too crippled to dance

Born from our withdrawal wombs.

She wrapped still born child

In a centre fold smile

Ghosts scarred with rusty spoon wounds.

My one person que

For damper n cold stew

and black coffee left to go cold.

On lonely hearts pages

Ghosts freed from the rages

Now welcomes us into their fold..

Newspapers wrapped around cheap hot meal chips

The oil aglow on our poverty lips

Death notice page races

From cruel winds embraces

Hunger and loneliness carved into faces

Caressed by lost loves finger tips..

And that's what loneliness looks like as a street kid. Thankyou for enduring.

@saturnzoon @cloudcore @StuF @greenpea @Glisten @SmilingGecko @Tilz

@Meowmy @Shaz51 @ENKELI @Historylover @Jynx @Former-Member @Healandlove

@Adge n @Doldip15 thankyou.. and everyone who shares this lonely bench. tonys.. mb1

Jynx · ‎23-03-2024

@tonys as requested, here is your piece of poetry relocated in the poetry thread! Let me know if there's any issues. Otherwise, happy Saturday my friend 😁💜

tonys · ‎23-03-2024

OH Mate... That is so thoughtful of you @Jynx 😊 Didn't think anyone would do that and here it is, in

your hotel.. its rightful place. Even hanging crooked.. just the exact way it should.

Bless ya jynx tonys... We have to keep this place alive hey. You built it , thats the very least we can do. Thanks again friend..

tonys · ‎23-03-2024

@TAB Jynx moved the loneliness to here for me and I realized I never tagged you bro and you know the street only to well.. Its a bout a quarter way to the standard I'm gunna need to get these creased brows

moved. BUT YOU, gave me a theme n thats all I needed. The morphing of real love, , to grey then to AI love. . . n the fall to real real love again... That's all I needed, . . . n busy fingers are half way through it already ,

I'm gunna mention you and how I got the idea tomorrow , if thats ok, so thankyou very much TAB.. tonys..