Streets of San Francisco

Yes it is fun to ride on
all those little cable cars
see Alcatraz and Golden Gate
those cafes, shops and bars

but stepping off the tourist trail
things seen are not so pretty –
left trying to forget all those 
mean streets in that fair city

the dust, the dirt, the poverty
those insults thrown, words shouted
lost souls seeming worlds apart
whose sanity one doubted

post traumatic stress victims
drunks sleep it off in trams
drug deals go down in doorways
bag ladies with their prams

even Union Square has problems
homeless people numbering scores
despite the rich and famous
spending huge in high end stores

staying close to well lit areas
seek where to find the places
mapped as ‘sights not to be missed’
thus avoiding hostile faces

Yes, all cities have their dark side
but it’s in knowing what you’ve got
I believed you Tony Bennett
…. and romantic IT IS NOT!

 

 

Mum’s legacy (villanelle)

Whatever would my mum have said
if she could see me now?
Would she approve the life I’ve led?

Those words I carry in my head
of things she would allow.
Whatever would my mum have said?

Her wisdom stood me in good stead,
she tried to show me how.
Would she approve the life I’ve led?

No point, she’d say, in seeing red, 
no need to start a row.
Whatever would my mum have said?

She liked to say ‘You’ve made your bed,’
a wrinkle on her brow.
Would she approve the life I’ve led?

If she were here beside my bed
I’d tell her ‘Take a bow!’
Whatever would my mum have said?
Would she approve the life I’ve led?

Loner

As I stand here on the outside looking in
How sad it is to know I’ll always stay
A stranger still to those who are within

No soulmate to be found, no friend, no twin
No memories to share, no words to say
As I stand here on the outside looking in

Yearning for a friendship to begin

No interest shown in things I have to say
A stranger still to those who are within

They have a secret game that I can’t win

Must let the cards fall where they may
As I stand here on the outside looking in

No friendly glance, no smiling eyes, no grin

Now is the time to stop and turn away
A stranger still to those who are within

Longing for a friendship to begin

But thinking there is malice here at play
As I stand here on the outside looking in
A stranger still to those who are within

 

for my babies

I carried you beneath my heart
To feel you move was such delight
And as you grew so dreams did start
I longed to see and hold you tight
So love is born

When time came for your arrival
And pain came strong in waves at night
Silent prayers for your survival
Ensured that things would be all right
And you were here

I gazed upon your tiny form
Checked all your fingers and your toes
Wrapping you snug to keep you warm
I felt we were so very close
I loved you so

And now you’ve fled the nest and gone
Your infant days long in the past
Your growing up has all been done
Yet here you are until the last
Inside my heart