Someone said to me
A nice poem?
How do you write one?

I said write about a smile
And
What it can do
That’s nice
That would make a nice poem

A smile he said
Write about a smile

I said yes a smile

He said but what will I say
And
That’s when I said

Say Nothing

You do not have to say a thing
If
You just smile

There is a poem on your face
for all to read

And
That’s nice

I let her die without me
Before me
Her beautiful dreams
Are
All in my head now

So Unfulfilled

I am a bastard
I am still here holding the plans

She is with Angels
Working for others
As usual

She is an Angel
A status I will never reach
Can never reach

And
That’s why I am a Bastard

Lost here on earth
Without my best friend

If only I was an Angel
Maybe we would meet again

Any man knows love is dangerous
Hot coals
And
Here you go
Walking the tightrope

A woman’s dream is to be loved
More so than love in return
To be acknowledged
To just wake up with you
And
Be cuddled
And kissed

All men should know love is dangerous
With a woman in love
Perchance
Besotted by the triumphs of security

There you go

Hot coals walking the tightrope

A journey in love
Or the lessons of failure

All the colours she adored
I’m sure
In a man of love and beauty
Leading him to a pot of gold

He was her rainbow
Shining
Against a cloudy sky
An actor in god’s garden
Who drew the sun?

Often

A man of excellence
Waits
In heaven
For his angel Carmel

He is Carmel’s rainbow
She
Is his pot of gold?

My heart feels spent right now
My girl’s gone
My dogs shattered and searching
There’s no need to say another word really

We are both dreaming Junior and I
Of the times when Mum walked here
Cooked a wonderful meal made a drink
And
Loved us both to death

She was our girl
My wife
And
Junior’s mum
Our rock
Our special girl

Our greatest loss for a man and his dog

Friends said how do you do it
How
Do you love without drama?

It’s a connection we all want
What is the glue?

A marriage of sweetness and cooperation
Of
Love and caring
Sharing
And strength
Never a bad word spoken

Well
It’s simple

Just give her everything she wants
Listen to everything she says

And in return

Ask nothing

Entering she winked
Looked me straight in the eye
And said
What a gorgeous head of hair Sir

I laughed and then cried
My lost and beautiful wife said the same
Often
I told her

The moment became frozen in time

She was so young
So naive

I was old but so grateful
She at least loved the part of me
Where age did not matter

It’s me and the dog now
Junior’s lost his Mum
He’s lost his best friend
And
I’ve lost mine

It’s us now versus the world and
What it brings

He’s been searching
Car watching
Listening with hope that Mum will come
But
She won’t

I’ve been crying seeking reasons
Door watching
Praying with hope that Mum will come
But
She won’t

This is no longer a dream

He wanders from her chair to
Her bed
Back to her chair
His eyes are sad

And I just follow
My eyes are sad

Our hearts are broken

We are missing Mum
Hoping she will come home
But
She won’t

Dream on
There is no after life
No heaven or hell
There is life a proven thing to worship

There are no gods
There are no martyrs
No supreme beings with special powers
There is alcohol a proven thing to worship

And your wife and dog of course

There are no Allahs and Buddha?s
Nor
Seventy virgins
There are tangible things on earth a proven place

Things called pubs

No one is listening to your prayers
Dream on
You can pray to Mecca forever
Spend your life on your knees

There are proven places of worship

And they sell beer

I sung my heart out
With love
For years
And
I may have missed some notes
But
I nailed the song

And
My time has come
I have given you the lot
Be it not much
But
Be it my absolute best