Tweaky's Poetry, but please post your own as well.

-Flight

I had this friend who went aloft
In one of those balloons
The breeze it took him far away
He ended in Toulouse
And to this day I contemplate
Quite how he went astray
Perhaps the thought of floating off
Just carried him away.

 

Starkle starkle little twink
who da heck you are you think
up above the world so high
like a diamond in a goosegog pie

(.......... the drunker I sit here the longer I get)

 

Silly sod. Heh,heh.

 

Tweaky read my signature:rolleyes::D:D:D

 

eee, I meant originals:thumb:

Here's another.

Looking inward


How do you define your fear
To be frightened is a curse
And from a bubble two men fell out
Because the bubble burst

One tall one dark one handsome
I was never good at math
The fourth one said, "I'm sorry mate"
And climbed into the bath

I'm frightened, as there's logic here
But how to tell the nurse
Your partner and your family
Another bubble burst

There's bubble's here and bubble's there
They ensnare the light like prisms
And one by one they drip and die
Mislay their melodies and rhythms

Plip plop plip plop gone within
The time it takes to blow
Ethereal and magical
I wonder where they go

Perhaps like me they've lost the plot
No time to consider
Just quite what happened, when the lights went out
Is that all, no time to dither

So to the pain within my breast
I'll raise my glass with cheer
But still it begs the question
How do you define your fear?

 

'clap' 'clap':D

very good people.

cheers

 

Would anyone like a really long one...about how hospitals were years ago?

 

A flash of brown, a black tipped tail
a small creature you can't fail
to miss as he moves so fast
amongst the grass.
Never stopping, hurrying by,
on his way to his home to lie down in the dry.
Many creatures live in fear
of the stoat who plays in the field near.
His senses are strong, clever hearing
he knows when a rabbit is nearing
he jumps out in it's path & stares
catching the animal completely unawares
and stares in their eyes
slowly, surely, it's hypnotised.
I saw one today cross the lane
his coat sparkling in the rain
on his way through the bank into the corn
on a path, a route, well worn.
They're secretive beings, hardly ever seen
so energetic, so thin, so lean,
such a joy to see & I count myself lucky
as this one today was ever so plucky
as he came back & past me metres away
& stopped & looked up, as if to say
'you're watching me, so I'll watch you okay?'

 

Hey that's great. I loved it.:thumb:

 

Wow...terrific that shiney...and fancy them responding in kind....great way to make a complaint.:thumb:

 

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Written by me many years ago, back in the 80s after meeting a fox cub reared by a vet friend.

The Fox Cub

That deafening noise, what can it be?
If only my eyes were open to see.
My mother's gone, my brothers too,
I'm all alone, what can I do?

All is now quiet, with an empty belly,
so afraid and my legs like jelly,
something to eat I've got to find
grubs or mites of any kind.

Now out in the open, full of fear,
what is that noise, it sounds quite near.
This interminable nightmare, will it end?
What I need now is a trusted friend.

Alone in my blindness, if only I could see.
I can smell a strange scent close to me.
Now I'm lifted and tucked inside
nice warm clothing, a place to hide.

What is happening? I feel great alarm,
suppose this strange being means me harm.
The gnawing hunger overcomes my fear,
out of cover my nose and front feet appear.

Milk, warm milk, I know I can smell,
but is it a trap, I cannot tell.
To drink I must if am to survive.
It's amazing really I'm still alive.

Oh bliss, it's milk warm and wet,
it may be the only chance I''ll get.
So gingerly I sup from bottle and teat,
feeling stronger now my fate to meet.

With a full belly all I want is to sleep,
but alert to danger I ought to keep.
Sleep overcomes me, I forget to beware,
for in my slumbers I lose my nightmare.

I must be dreaming, as warm as can be,
with mother laying so close to me.
But, it cannot be mother, I can tell
this creature has a different smell.

Now she's washing me with her tongue,
she must realise I'm so very young.
A mother's love has come back to me,
out of the nightmare she's set me free.

Gradually my eyes open, I begin to see,
the others who share my new home with me.
Cats and dogs and a human being,
amazed I am at these creatures I'm seeing.

Food and comfort, essential to me
I have found in this strange company.
Day by day I quickly grow and then
settle to this life of comfort among men.

Since I've grown I've run away twice,
out in the woods it is quite nice.
However, when I've had my roam,
there is not place quite like home!

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That's beautiful Moyra. Thank you for sharing. I take it you love animals.

 

Ok.

The ward...take your time as its a bit long.:thumb:
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24 HOURS IN THE LIFE OF A WARD.



THE WARD AT NIGHT.


SOMEONE SOBBING SILENTLY
SOMEONE SNORING CONSTANTLY
SOMEONE WHISPERING QUIETLY
SOMEONE READING SOLEMNLY
SOMEONE SLEEPING RESTLESSLY
SOMEONE WALKING PURPOSELY
SOMEONE SCREAMING FRANTICLY
SOMEONE THINKING OPTIMISTICALLY
SOMEONE SIGHING DEJECTEDLY
SOMEONE WATCHING SURREPTITIOUSLY
SOMEONE HOPING DESPERATELY
SOMEONE DESIRING ANONYMITY
SOMEONE TREMBLING VIOLENTLY
SOMEONE MOANING PAINFULLY
SOMEONE LYING UNCOMFORTABLY
SOMEONE PRAYING NEEDLESSLY
SOMEONE WAKING GRATEFULLY

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The curtains round johnâ??s bed are drawn
Poor sod he never made the dawn
But life goes on or so they say
For the rest of us another day........


The ward come morning


The lights blast on at six o clock
The doors burst open on the dot
Come on you lot its time to wake
Ten minutes to your first mistake

Breakfast I refer to
She asks, "corn flakes or toast"
As if you had a choice in here
Can I have some of both?

"no you cant you cheeky sod
Would you like milk with your flakes?"
Pasteurized or semi skimmed
What difference does it make

No, I'll have them as a sandwich
Between two rounds of bread
She whips away my cornflakes
And gives me toast instead


Don't forget to have a wash
Have you moved your bowels today?
You always answer, yes nurse
The alternatives foul play

They give you a suppository
And then they lock the bog
Leave you standing in a queue
Your thinking, oh my god

Ten minutes is eternity
As you stand and try hold fast
Make sure that you are first in line
Don't let anyone push past

Then a cheerful sadist stands
Smiling by the door
If she waits just one more second
We'll kill the bloody lady of the night

She turns the key, the seconds tick
Door opens with a flourish
Twelve men between three cubicles
Good job we're undernourished

You wash and shave if necessary
Make your way back, clean and neat
All you want's to get back in bed
But someone's changing sheets

You have to find a chair to sit
But someone's pinched your seat
So you pinch someone else's
And beat a fast retreat

Come eight o'clock your bed is free
To lie on if you wish
Take my advice, s'not the place to be
So be aware of this

When the cleaner's come and spit
And polish all the floors
They leave it like a skating rink
So you exit on all fours

Now's the time to have a cigarette
And try to cadge a drink
Off friendly nurses coming on
To begin the morning shift

But watch out for the blonde one
She can be a tartar
If her boyfriend has been playing away
You'll end up the martyr



Now ten o clock, the old pro's
Even zim framer's take flight
We know whose coming very soon
In fact we've had a sight

Of Dracula, as she is known
Throughout the length and breadth
Of hospitals in every town
She is the living dead

A cunning smile a tray of pain
Blunt needles facial hair
New patients and fresh inmates
Daft sods, she's caught them unawares

They'll not be told, you know the type
Silk pajamas Chinese robes
You can bet they'll listen next time
To the rest of us old pro's

When the coast is clear 'bout eleven o clock
Starving to be fed
We wait for the consultants
Who have just got out of bed

They enter with a flourish
Bring along their students
But we have been prepared for this
Made one or two improvements

To bed bound patients charts
We've learned to draw new lines
Bp's 60 over 95
Bed number one implies

The students think old Fred is dead
The consultant sitting on the bed
He asks for their prognosis
Try to make a diagnosis

"does he have a temperature
One of them suggests?"
As they rush in with the resuss box
And bang him on the chest

We try to look angelic
The consultants looking grim
"which one of you is responsible?"
We turn and point to Jim

That's unfair I hear you say
But hold on just a min
Jim's head to foot in plaster
It's hard to hide the grin



When their gone the ward rounds done
It's nearly time for dinner
A pile of mush a tasteless pud
Everyone is getting thinner

Perambulant patients collect remains
And take them to the trolley
Some tasty bits you eat enroute
To leave them, would be folly



The ward during afternoon


The dinners gone, so have the staff
They leave you all alone at last
No pill and needles bearing down
The ward is quiet not a sound

Some are in the day room
Others sat in bed
Now and then someone shambles past
Only partially dressed

No one really wants to talk
Most of you feel tired
But somehow you canâ??t find the time
To have a sleep instead

You gaze up at the ceiling
You glance down at the floor
Old Fredâ??s dropped his library book
Seems no one cares no more

Mostly you are left alone
And thoughts run through your head
How long will I have to stay
It's all doom gloom and dread

I would listen to the radio
But to turn it on's most awkward
I wonder what they'll bring for tea
It wonâ??t be what I've ordered

I hope the wife is on time tonight
I'm gasping for a beer
We've polished off last nights intake
Oh god the chaplains here

He must have sobered up
And now he looks at me
I know he'll pass right by my bed
Because I'm a C of E



Well that's what I put on the form
When I was admitted
It's just in case you croak you know
Last rights are not permitted

To most of us ungodly souls
They treat us all like cattle
But they really are insistent
Mortuary or chapel

Now I can hear some voices
I canâ??t believe my ears
It's only half past five by now
But the tea trolleys just appeared


They'll leave it there for half an hour
Then check the temperature
When it's three degrees 'bove freezing
They'll wheel it straight in here

Come on you lot its time to eat
Soup or pudding first
It makes no bloody difference
First last couldn't taste much worse

Gravy on your jelly
Cream on your meat pie
Didn't need the operation
Cause when I've eaten this I'll die

"thank you nurse that was very nice"
George says with a wink
Then promptly picks his soup up
And throws it down the sink

Tomato soup he waits his time
Then shouts "quick nurse I'm bleeding
I only coughed into the sink"
By now the soups congealing

They didn't mither checking up
Just rushed him down to theatre
That'll teach the silly sod
He'll come back like frankfurter

The surgeon working on this shift
â??doesn't believe in anaesthetic
By the time that George returns
We'll all be sympathetic

Still you have to laugh, it was quite funny
But later he'll be sore
By this time tomorrow night
He'll have tubes from every pore



The ward early evening

Now it's time for visitors
We're all coiffeured and neat
You'd think they'd check the radio times
We're still watching coronation street

The staff nurse standing by the doors
Face slightly flushed and pink
Listening for the tell tale signs
Of carrier bags that chink

If she becomes suspicious
She'll confiscate the lot
We'll end up with a booze free zone
But our visitors are not

As gullible as she seems to think
They have already been informed
Wrap bottles up in kitchen roll
In single file, don't swarm

Did you bring them my first words
She say's nice to see you to
Oh B*gg*r, as I bit my tongue
Hello my dear, love you

I'm glad you came to see me
You know I miss you lots
But I think I'm being too subtle
As on the bed she plops

The carrier bag from Tesco's
She sayâ??s "don't worry dear"
The visiting time will soon be up
Then you can have your beer

And then the bell thank god for that
But there's always one or two
That hang around and linger
Whilst we're gasping to pursue

The contents of the carrier bags
Now deep inside our lockers
Will visitors please leave the ward
Shouts the sister with big knockers

There's one more thing to wait for
Business before pleasure
That's, the nice young night nurse
With her trolley full of treasures

There's uppers and there's downers
Red green and blue one's to
Would you like a sleeping tablet
No thanks, an opal fruit will do

She says, "now youâ??re kidding me
You know I've only pills"
Well give us have a dozen of each
That'll cure my ills

Eventually she exits
And now we're all alone
It's time to share our booty
Get the cards out, lets get stoned


The ward late evening


We gather round bed thirty
It's the furthest from the door
Arthur's got the bottle opener
Fred gets the fags from store

On the ward smokings out
But it's nice and cosy here
We'll not go without our tabs
You've got to have some cheer

So we've sorted out a system
Those tubes used for home brew
We stick a cigarette in one end
Open window, then push through

A tiny gap is all we need
Just a quarter of an inch
Then you suck and blow all in one go
No ash, no smoke, no stink

We generally have a game of whist
Sometimes dominoes
Then one by weary one return
To our beds, our thoughts our own

Another day has ended
Fred leaves us tomorrow
I wish it was me instead of him
Another can might drown my sorrows

At ten thirty a nurse comes in
"is everyone ok"
"yes nurse" we all say to her
It's like a game we play

AND NOW WE'RE ALL ALONE AGAIN
TUCKED UP IN OUR BEDS
SOMEONE SLEEPING PEACEFULLY
SOMEONE FULL OF DREAD.

 

Tweaky, yes anything to do with animals or nature, that's me. I love your poem about the ward it is so real.