Originally posted on my site, 27th November 2017. Yeah .. my concete void has finally been filled ..
I’m becoming impatient,
Waiting for a concrete lid.
Too many stop signs,
And lifetime bans.
I’m a good man,
So I’ve been told.
But there’s a chasm,
And the concrete’s,
Yet to fill the void.
……..To my readers that knew about my new verandah, “now nine months old”, and sadly it has been without the patio/floor area being concreted for all that time.. Yippee, today the mission has been accomplished. Thanks to my newly appointed concreter “Damian Maloney”, Yep, he’s on my recommended list. And Lizzy The Lizard Of Wizardry, was curiously looking on…..
A few days ago(29th Nov 2017), I had started writing a poem about Penny Farthing Bicycles, prompted by an article in the Geelong Advertiser newspaper, the arrival in Geelong of eight members of the Melbourne Bicycle Club in March 1880, as per featured picture above, courtesy of the Geelong Heritage Centre Collection. Then I was chatting with my friend Jane of Janebasilblog, she had just sent me the song and lyrics of the Mary Hopkin hit, “Those Were The Days”, from 1968, and I mentioned The Kinks were one of my fav’s from that era, and of course their song “Lola”. After our chat, I starting thinking [which is dangerous for me] about writing a crazy, combined, mixed up poem… The piece below is the result of those thoughts, and to my older readers, you’ll notice all the phrases written in Italic, are song titles taken from The Kinks album “The Kinks Collection”. So apologies to Ray Davies for using his song titles in such a manner.
Hello dear readers and followers, as you may know, I now write for “Coffee House Writers” magazine on a fortnightly basis, and my poem “A Seventy-Year-Old Mind”, is in this weeks edition of Coffee House Writers Magazine. … please click on the link below and visit my poem, at Coffee House Writers >> https://coffeehousewriters.com/a-seventy-year-old-mind/
A Seventy-Year-Old Mind
I cry like a newborn baby I have the naive curiosity of a child Over the years I have learnt to listen And the wisdom gained Lives on Inside my seventy-year-old mind
I would like to think I am honest and kind like my dad And his calm gentle guidance Lives on Inside my seventy-year-old mind
I Know I have inherited the strengths Of resilience and persistence From my orderly and energetic mum And her smiling persuasive ways Live on Inside my seventy-year-old mind
Compassion was gifted to me By my gracious and courageous wife She gave her halo of love to everyone Who were fortunate enough to meet her And she lives on Inside my seventy-year-old mind
I do not know you, Mister Putin But I heard today You will be seventy soon But our world will live on and on Have you the courage to change your ways? Inside your seventy-year-old mind