Baby Blues

I wrote this last year for Alhzeimers  Week for my causes Blog  Poetic Causes  where further  poems on this subject can be found 

Baby Blues 

Picture By Jinksy 

Baby Blues 

I look into those baby blues to see 

I see you but you see me 

in some refracted history 

Times misplaced,displaced ,

Some times erased ,misplaced!

I look into your baby blues, 

I miss the twinkle,

Replaced by well earned wrinkles

That sprinkle your ivory skin,

Somewhere inside you are still within. 

I look into your baby blues to see,

I see you ,how do you see me ?

Your child ? your carer ?

Your memory sharer ?

I search those baby blues 

In my heart,I know deep,deep inside. 

My mother still resides, 

Inside, she cannot hide, 

I know those baby blues !

Dreams For Sale

Dreams for Sale 

If dreams were sold, 

What stories would be told ? 

A bedraggled street urchin 

Dining at the Ritz for Luncheon?

If dreams were sold, 

What transgressions could unfold ?

A remedy to untruths and lies,

Even truth in politics made to apply !

If dreams could be sold 

What could we do with unlimited gold ?

Destroy our moral being, 

See all of humanity fleeing ! 

If dreams could be sold, 

What would happen to all the old ? 

Driven to maintain our looks and youth,

Or would indifference become our truth ? 

If I could buy a dream,

It would be to mend humanities seams,

Let all suffering and fighting cease, 

Bring about moral and spiritual peace. 

Dreams should be our reality 

When it comes to societies humanity. 

Freedom and peace should be a given!

Until this end we as a race should all be driven!  

Freedom, Peace and good health, 

Should not depend on monetary wealth

The whole mixture of mankind 

Should ensure this elixir is assigned 

To The World !

This photograph was taken by Amy Shepherd In Southville Bristol UK the artist though is unknown

Old Age Decanted

Old Age Decanted 

Vines stand regimented in rows, 

Nurtured and tenderly  adored,

Shielded from harsh winds that blow, 

Until their fruits can be sweetly poured. 

Vines stand regimented in rows,

Older ones gnarled and twisted, 

Allowed grace and respect in age as they grow,

Curtailing their fruitfulness resisted. 

Kids queue regimented in school halls, 

Educated, loved with tender care. 

Soothed and calmed from any of lives falls ,

Until their lives can be independently shared. 

Old folk sit in regimented rows, 

In homes,

Older ones bitter and twisted, 

Allowed ,encouraged to survive in limbo,

Curtailing their lives,through inactivity,insisted !

Vintage wines kept, loved for an age, 

Yet people disregarded once in decline. 

Society should rebel in outrage, 

Value age currency,

Above that of fine wine! 

One Shot Sunday @ OSP

Corridors of Memory 

In the corridors of our minds 

Are memories and times left behind 

Good times to recall and make us smile

Others so bad we could run a mile!

As degeneration sets upon us 

The corridors get blocked

Some memories a kaleidoscope of colours 

Others forever locked !

One Stop Poetry Sunday Photography Challenge

Thank you to Greg Laychak for the picture

The Waiting Room

The Waiting Room

You sit in your red plastic seat,
Awaiting your destiny, one we will all meet,
You cling to your chairs wooden sides, your knuckles clenched  
But,
Only when the pain is really intense.

Your fibres hang on to your meagre frame,
When you catch sight of your own reflection,
You see how much you have changed,
The many folds of skin, the lack of hair,
You know inside you'll soon be there.

Around the rooms more chairs await,
For those who have lived and feel they are late,
For the place we are all going,
But,
They have to wait in this state,
Until it's their time to knock on heavens gate.