Future Past Intense

My future now is in the past,
Events that happen, happen FAST
And even she; who once was mine,
I seem to anger, all the time.

Unsteady on my feet, I fear
Another fall, like that last year.
When crumbling bones left me in pain,
Still hurting, don’t want that again.

Old age has little to commend it
(The Parkinson’s alone might end it)
Our hope grows fainter, will they find
Solutions, cures for damaged minds.

THE ISLE OF MAY By Ian Thomson

Weekend break with friends, we travel
To the place I spent my youth
Beaches; sand and rock and gravel,
Villages with pan tile roofs.

Arrive in Anstruther - it's raining
Waves are breaking on sea - wall,
Same all over, no complaining
Scottish summer? dodging squalls!

Saturday we walk the coast path,
In the rain to Elie bay
Cheering up with Sunday forecast,
Dull but dry for Isle of May!

Ah! How blue I am without you,
my colors have lost that vivid hue.
Dark black become my days
and hazy grey paints through my ways.
No light of hope, but fading whites
daily grow with misty twilights.
Greens no more pass my meadows,
only the orange shades and the yellows
are seen in the falling leaves of my trees
while sadly they shed like tears.
No shades of brown for which I die
all are stolen in the hazel of your eye.
Now, please say you're coming soon
so my colors ,again, can sing a happy tune.

These rhymes can really be a pain
when I sit down to write
perhaps it isn't worth the gain
have the free versers got it right?

Searching my brain for the word
which avoids that sing-song sound
should I use endured, inured or turd?
decisions make hollow head pound

Then there are rhymes merely near
but how near is close enough?
each time I use near rhyme I fear
that it still sounds a bit Too off

I could go get the pencil but
it really seems I've hit a rut
and kegs of ale I want to quaff
to stop the world, and then get off

I sit here on my lounge-room chair
and think on things like life and stuff
and hope in vain I'll be inspired
one day to wake up just enough
to write words of my own wisdom
if only I could think of some
but it is hard, one cannot bluff
and I am just too doggone tired
'cause sometimes it is just too tough
to think up clever things to share

Expedition to Mars by Ian Thomson

One bright afternoon, in the middle of June,
We set off to reach the Red Planet.
There was Gobby and Cleg (and his dog with three legs)
Wee Spider and me - I'm called "Carrots".

Our ship we named "Horse", though it wasn't, of course,
It was just an old washing machine
That some idiot dumped, underneath a tree stump,
It took ages to get it all cleaned.

"Gone with the Wind" at cinemas,
A favourite with the mas and pas
But not so dear to you and I
For we were younger, didn't sigh
When Gable's goodbye at the door
(a loser in the civil war)
Meant Southern Belle was out of luck
When she heard "I don't give a damn."

THE QUEEN'S DIAMOND JUBILEE part1 by Ian Thomson
I stared at the telly, the announcer stared back,
Then shouted "Don't move!" Nearly had heart attack
Whispered "Talking to me? - you must be, I'm alone."
He said " You must rescue our Queen and her throne."

The story he told me was strange and quite true.
About a Witch, Bumface, from South Timbuktu.
This evil old woman, all snotty and smelly,
Black magicked good people, trapped them in their telly.

I wearily rise to my feet
as setting sun and tree line meet
For I've been hunting winter's meat
in this instance a futile feat
alternate 1st stanza
I wearily rise to my feet
then suddenly I take a pause
as bobcat stalks on silent paws
for him an ordinary feat

Crackling joints shout their pain
complaining of abuse and age
cackling turkeys rise to their roost
remaining barely out of sight

You said you'll pay my heart its due,
and fill it up with life-new,
but all you bid already I knew,
no sun or air nor drops of dew.

Understand my heart, be considerate.
Don't hesitate,come on now.
Underhand moments let's forget.
Compensate what's lost, it's never late.

It's you who'll bring my heart the joys,
rejoice the broken hearts' reunion,
when soon you give my heart its justice,
just away from pride and prejudice.