Roses are red, violets are blue, here's a poetry thread, from me to you! (TW)

[ENKELI]

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]

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]

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]

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]

@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]

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]

@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..

[TAB]

..would Dorian Gray fit in their somehow @tonys  ?

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Picture_of_Dorian_Gray

sure use Me lolo

heres pic of Tonys band playin' on shovels etc ..lolo...

https://youtu.be/V9-ltPsbw9g?si=4Io2RuJUNZykcyNU

[TAB]

https://youtu.be/cUiYamjM4GU?si=avSCFvtfkp_Ds0UV

@tonys 

[TAB]

https://youtu.be/8eNoms9wsGc?si=QTQnDAcQT9mvio2R

@tonys 

https://youtu.be/LJrFxnvcWhc?si=cBIyFR23-wZ5WWfX

https://youtu.be/dAeeJOInJ7I?si=DAdXHfhB1Ja6VTd7