Published Poems 3

Teenage Years

First Published  “Young At Heart”  Anchor Books  May 1996

Twenty years ago or more, when I was just a boy,
Girls were never meant to anything,
But just another toy.

As time rolled on and I grew, girls came to mean much more;
I found out just how love worked
And what my heart was for.

Now there’s a girl who has taken my heart and I’m back to teenage years,
Yet still I’m aware it will never be
And will only end in tears.

If I’d met oh way back when, would she still feel the same?
And would I have felt so lonely?
Would I then take the blame?

Those teenage years have got me
And I’m feeling, just like I used to do;
When I was young and so in love,
Tell me, how do those years get you?

Teenage years won’t leave me alone!
Teenage years, oh don’t leave me alone.
Back then, life was free back then, you and I were, we?

Teenage years and the Bay City Rollers,
Messing about in Brighton and all wearing bowlers.

Teenage romance, it hurt, we smiled and pulled through,
Now teenage memories have made me fall for you...

...and there ain’t no escape
Not when you’re really, thirty-eight!

©tcmoon  2011 (1992)

The End Of The Day

Poem First Published  “Voices On The Wind”  The International Society Of Poets  Summer 1996

 The waves lapping on the rocks ceased for a moment
And then retreated, appearing to part as if a door was opening to
Admit a greater power, the surface of the land-side ocean stilled,
In an essence, of calm and
The sunlight twinkled on the water like a billion stars. At night.

An aura, like a golden sheet of mist, shrouded her as she stood
There and stared, as the waves looked around her ankles like tiny
Chains;
The surf began to reach up, a hand forming to grasp that which
Belonged to them.
The sea, taking the small cask from her hand.

A tear fell from her eye and dropped into the sea, creating a
Cascade of delightful nymphs to dance in the air like a fountain of
Spraying diamonds;
Wisps of silver flitting below the surface of the sea in an
Orgasmic fashion of dance and musical silence.

She took the lid from the cask and peered inside; she kissed the
Cask and whispered “I love you” then tipped the cask downward and
Watched as the contents spilled and flirted on the sea breeze,
Eventually settling gently on the water,
But at first touch, the water was transformed into a bubbling
Cauldron as creatures of the deep broke the surface to welcome a
Comrade back to their fold...

“...my last wish fulfilled; now, my life could begin again as the
Song of the sea
Carried me deeper, returning me to whence I came, in the
Beginning...

©tcmoon 2011 (1995)

The Place I Love

Poem First Published  “Poets Retreat”  Anchor Books  May 1996

We all of us, have a place that we can call our own,
That little bit of sanity that no-one can put asunder,
That no-one can enter. It is our kingdom.

These places exist by way of hills and woods,
Where rabbits play in the morning sun
And dew rests idly on the thistles as they sway in the breeze;
Where foxes are at peace with Nature, and birds chirp
Gaily, happily in the tree-tops. And the squirrel
Who is always busy storing up for Winter, save it should
Come early and awaken the murmur of leaves as they settle
Readily as Autumn takes hold.

These places are there and are open to us all;
But Man is wicked; he steals and wreaks havoc on Nature;
He kills the birds and chases the foxes whose only crime
Is life!

I like to go there when the sap is on the tree;
And the owl hoots and the rabbits skip and play
Safely; I like to be there when the sun is rising.
And I like to be involved when it sets in the West.
I feel such joy and
Happiness. I wish I could be there
Always, but life has to go on and Man cannot always sleep;

I have to awaken from my slumber and face the toils of the
World until day the ends once more and I can escape into he
Sanctity of my dreams...

It is my favourite place of all because I invite only whom I
Wish. And that does not include Man...

©tcmoon 2011 (1996)

Nightmare

Poem First Published  “Nightmares”   Poetry Now  May 1996

This, is my nightmare
And I wish to share it with you;
Its not the one I had recently tho’,
Where I drown in my own loo. Oh no.

This nightmare is not creepy,
But it is horrid, well, to me it is;
Tho’ to some more, secular beings
It could be seen as a fetish!

I’m asleep, fast asleep.
Tucked up comfy in my bed;
My eyes are closed but flickering. REM?
Something’s going on in my head.

One eyelid prises open
Then the other. Just a little bit
And I look around me
To see I’m all covered in s***!

I reach out with these odd looking hands
Then I realise, to my horror, I have only two legs;
This strange affliction bestowed upon me
Is a nightmare that sanity begs.

I cry out, the pain, is intense
And someone cries out “the killer!”
Then suddenly awakened, in my own cabbage patch,
The nightmare is over
And I’m relieved to discover
As I sing out acapella,
I’m still just me, a li’l ol’ caterpillar

©tcmoon 2011 (1995)

My Poetical Protestation

Poem First Published  “Voice Of The People”  Anchor Books  May 1996

To this, our planet, we’re so unloyal;
Our rivers, our seas are all, full of oil!
We pollute the air. It’s hard to breathe,
Our lives, our future, we must help, oh please!

When are we going to learn
We cannot go on this way,
The Earth is about to destroy us all,
We have to do something. And today!

What of the future we are creating for our children?
What legacy will be theirs to inherit?
Have we no concern for our children, our home?
Don’t we care anymore, not even a little bit?

We’re strangling the Earth with the pollution we lay;
We’re poisoning the waters of the planet;
With war, we are destroying nations, one by one,
For progress we kill, (can’t we see?) death is all we’ll get!

Look to the street corner, what do you see?
Litter. Oil. Waste of every kind;
In the fields and the trees. The animals are dying,
Do you really think that Nature pays no mind?

I’m here to tell you different. Nature is sick!
She’s sick of the refuse, the wars and the carnage;
She’s sick of discord. And greed. And death!
But death she’ll render, over this world so damaged.

So think of my words, my poetical protestation, friend, brother;
Think of what I am saying, if you wish to live on... if Nature lets you.


©tcmoon 2011 (1996)

A Testament To Fear

Poem First Published  “Poetic Justice”  Anchor Books  June 2996

At the outset of the Nineties,
One could almost shed a tear;
But as the Millennium reaches its climax
We’re left with, a testament of fear!

As crime rages all around us,
With insurmountable gain,
The bitter taste left in our mouths
Is one of utter pain!

The faecal mass that heralds itself,
Does nothing for us to please.
As scum rattles on uncordoned
And unfettered with stringent ease.

Behold, the face of reason,
Tis’ refreshingly familiar;
So unequivocally and deniably so,
But fundamental to its conqueror...

...is peace so unattainable?
Can we ever disguise man’s shame?
The race is on, but the winning post
Is marginally distanced and so remains!

Oh the Nineties promised so much;
A new century forth and better times?
But decadence heralds it’s showmanship
And all now bow down to crime!

Yes! This is the Nineties
And now we see, no better than the Eighties;
The feasibility of law; of peace,
Gone! Leaving only the worship of its evil deities...

Perhaps on the new horizon and 2000 and one,
Will it bring grace and harmony; and no fear under the gun?

©tcmoon 2011 (1996)

Oh To Be A Dolphin

Poem First Published  “In From The Cold”  Anchor Books  June 1996

Dolphins in the wild, feeling so free;
I wish someone was with them. I wish it was me.
Out in the sea, swimming all around;
Talking to each other with that wondrous sound.
Oh to be a dolphin, in the sea;
I wish I was a dolphin, in the sea.
Oh to be a dolphin. Oh yes!
Such beautiful creatures, living in the wild,
If only I could too, but only for a while;
Wishing and dreaming, dreaming of the sea;
Be just like a dolphin, so peace and, so free...

There’s so much Man can learn, from these beings of the sea;
The teachings we should take from them, of evolution, but,
Do we have the key?

Why are they so beautiful? And, why do they appeal to me so?
Perhaps, one of life’s mysteries, that I shall never know?
Swim long and swim deep, dear princes of the seas;
We shall yearn in awe of you, because you are so free.
Live long the dolphins,
Creators of my dreams...

©tcmoon 2011 (1996)