Mature Times - Poetry

On the Rack

Mon, 28 Jan 2008 09:58:30 +0000

In the dark shed

a rail full of trophies,

little teal I think.

Crude red twine twisted

twice round feathered necks.

'Poem for Nell'

Wed, 08 Oct 2008 13:42:56 +0100

You were such a friend to me.
You were my shadow.
When the time came to day goodbye,
I had to let you go.

You lay in your bed.
Tired, but no fears.
I kissed you gently.
You licked away my tears.

You then lay still
and heaved some sighs.
I stroked your head
and you slowly closed your eyes.

Now your pain is gone
and you whimper no more.
You've gone to doggy heaven,
through Gods doggy door.

No more will I feel

'Heaven' by Iaian Wade

Wed, 02 Jul 2008 10:17:29 +0100

There are so many roads to Hell
If you are under Satan’s spell
And hanker for the final bell,
But there’s just one road to Heaven.

There are so many stars on earth
Who’ve known celebrity since birth
And shown the multitudes their worth,
But there’s just one star in Heaven.

There are so many debts to pay
In life because of the display
Of wealth that’s beckoning decay,
But there are no debts in Heaven.

There are so many deaths to mourn
Upon this planet where the torn
Feel devastated and forlorn,
But there are no deaths in Heaven.

'Thoughts Of A Mature Adult' by Terry Galligan

Wed, 04 Jun 2008 11:56:25 +0100

I deeply resent the
Passing of the years.
As wrinkles, and etched lines
In this once silky smooth skin,
Confirm my worst
Fears.

Once I had passion, an
Eagerness to begin.
I knew the thrill
Of achievements,
Born from dreams
Nurtured deep within.

Now there is anger
And frustrated tears,
As the pain in my
Joints, and weakness
Of once firm muscles
Confirm my advancing years.

No longer the centre
Of my own personal
Universe, I have travelled
Far. And I deeply resent,
That in the human
Firmament.
I am becoming, just
Another fading star

Introducing 'The Radio Hams' - writing for the 'umpteenager' in all of us.

Thu, 15 May 2008 12:34:39 +0100

' The Radio Hams' is a poetry collaboration between J.C. and
S. Burgess, who recently completed a series of twenty co-written poems, entitled “An Unremembered England.” Their central theme is about growing up in the years when the world changed from black & white to colour and now finding theirselves coming of age and experiencing nostalgia, as they become a part of the Mature Times generation.

'More'

Wed, 14 May 2008 12:57:25 +0100

We are more than flesh and bone
That ages as the years progress
Into a limitless unknown
Where no afflictions can oppress,
And we are more than just the sound
Of mayhem and machinery
That overwhelms the precious earth
Where people vie with greenery,
For we are the fundamental core
Of brotherhood that will persist
In its endeavours to exist
Wherever peace and love endure,
And we are brighter than the light
Of super-stardom at its height
That cannot shine for evermore.

We are more than just a voice
That cries out in the darkest night
For guidance and enlightenment
To lessen life’s eternal plight,
And we are more than fleeting lives
That feel defeated and absurd
When broken and dispirited
And flightless as a dying bird,
For we are the everlasting song
Of man’s perfected harmony
With power and pure energy
To ease and nullify all wrong,
And we confirm the sacred birth
Of life that’s of astounding worth
And proves to be so very strong.

'Treasure Chest' by Terry Galligan

Mon, 28 Apr 2008 12:18:36 +0100

Memories are like jewels,
With the passing of time
They get less bright.
The best time to revive them
Is to choose a quiet time of night.

Pick out the one you treasure most,
Wrap it in your cloth
Of remembrance.
Then gently polish,
Until it’s shining bright.

The effort may bring happy laughter,
Or some sadness mixed with tears.
But that’s what memories do
They store feelings
For years and years.

I have a treasure chest of memories,
In which there is
A smaller box.
It contains the jewels
That are my memories of you.

'Get Me Out of Here!' by Jim Henderson

Wed, 05 Mar 2008 13:47:14 +0000

The trip to the supermarket can bring stress and strain.
And is made even worse when it pours with rain.
The hustle and bustle in crowded aisles,
It is so rare to see a smile.
I can't find what I want,they have moved things again.
This situation just increases the pain.
Children are crying,I'm going to be ill.
Desperate now to get to a till.
They are all crowded,I'll just have to wait.
I am now getting in such a state.
The noise is increasing in this atmosphere.
I feel for my sanity,get me out out of here.

'Chip-Wrecked!' by Iaian Wade

Wed, 05 Mar 2008 11:33:36 +0000

There are so many chip-wrecked
By the onslaught of obesity
Upon the diets we exceed,
And bloat with hamburgers that feed
The cravings of society
Like a gastronomic architect,
But many face the consequence
Of major surgery’s expense
By ignoring healthy food’s excess.

The chip-wrecked who forever dote
Upon multitudes of fried delights
Must teach their pallets common sense,
And demonstrate the evidence
How weight inducing appetites
Never keep man’s gluttony afloat,
But everybody’s power sauce
Can keep their calories on course
For a workout plan they can promote.

'Donkey's Years Ago' by Iaian Wade

Wed, 05 Mar 2008 11:28:16 +0000

The cross I carry on my back

where summer children ride

no longer crucifies the man

whose teachings never died.

Injustice hammered home its pain

into my sacred cross

but Love remained omnipotent

despite its heavy loss.

This beach is not Jerusalem

where donkey’s years ago

I felt His dignity and grace

and heard hosannas flow.

My life may be monotonous

and filled with drudgery

but I remember carrying

the Christ who set man free.

'The Acrobat' by Jim Henderson

Mon, 03 Mar 2008 12:16:30 +0000

I put up some bird feeders
To help the birds survive.
They need as much as they can get
To keep themselves alive.
But squirrels need to feed as well
And one is always here,
It will go to to any length,
Never has a fear.
He is so determined,
Just will not give in,
No matter how I try,I know,
I will never win.
So skilful,very agile,
To get just anywhere.
No task is too difficult
He always will get there.
Whether on a washing line,
Or a high brick wall,
It does not matter where he is,
He's not afraid to fall.

'Getting on a bit' by Sylvia Stilts

Mon, 28 Jan 2008 11:56:23 +0000

Life, like the weather, has its ups and downs.
I have bad days and sad days and glad days
But don’t we all?

Days when I’m happy to potter alone
Days which are endless and dull and I hope
Someone will call.

Yes, I always cook a tasty meal when
Soup and sandwich or a “Dinner for one”
Begin to pall.

Don’t give me a mug or a baby to hold:
My fingers might lose their grip and I would
Let it fall.

I count my blessings and enjoy a laugh
I love life, hobbies and I won’t turn my

'The Universe' by Jim Henderson

Mon, 28 Jan 2008 10:49:37 +0000

The universe was created,
For every living thing.
The wild beasts that roam the earth,
For all the birds that sing.

But man was soon to change all that,
Wanting things his way.
In the time that he's been here,
Destroying it each day.

More animals are becoming extinct,
Their numbers decline every day.
Soon there will be no wildlife left,
If man keeps on having his way.

There is so much that needs to be done,
To stop the desruction of land.
For if God created the universe,
Why destroy it by human hand?

'All That Matters' by Jim Henderson

Thu, 17 Jan 2008 13:50:50 +0000

It is not material things
That make us who we are,
Living in a mansion,
Owning a flash car.
All that matters,
Is how we feel inside,
Accepting what life gives us,
With a sense of pride.
Making time for others,
Who need a helping hand.
Not feeling sorry for ourselves,
While life drifts by like sand.
Through our lives,we may gain,
Luxury and wealth,
But the real fortune,
Is our spirit and our health

'Pigeon Religion' by John C Bird

Wed, 09 Jan 2008 09:22:56 +0000

Having read with interest your piece on the pensioners of Ryhope defending their pigeon loft, I wondered if my poem below might be of interest to them and MT readers?