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Sunday, 23 July 2017

"My Memories Sing of Matala"

Sitting on a Matala beach in the velvet Cretan night
Smelling the dust of Africa if the wind came in just right.
Every day and every night those breakers pounded slow
Upon the ancient pavements that are sunken down below.

And hearing the music the Mermaid café played at night
And breakers reflecting back the dance floor’s festive lights.
To my right the sandstone cliff dotted with ancient caves
Lit bright by lamps and candles above those Old Aegean waves.

    Oh how I wish some angel would come and take my hand
    And lead me back through life’s rough track, to that magic Lotus Land
The Tavernas like a necklace round the neck of the bay
Where craggy Cretan shepherds came from the hills to play.
Hard and grizzled mountain men who’d stopped the Nazi steel
With a pretty student on each knee as he drank and shared his meal.
And on the Mermaid dance floor we danced the latest dance
Bought in by hitch- hiking hippies from London, Paris, France.
We had guys who dodged the draft that saved them from Vietnam
And deserters from the forces who’d be always on the lam!
Oh how I wish some angel would come and take my hand
And lead me back through life’s rough track, to that magic Lotus Land
We had tired British soldiers getting over the Borneo War
And pretty college students and some who broke the law.
We had misfits and the In-crowd and those who wanted love
Philosophers saints and poets and we fitted - hand in glove.
The daily bus from Iráklion came in about half past three
We’d go and meet new faces and sit ‘em down to tea.
We’d mostly gather early, cross the beach in the morning cool
Yogurt and strong Greek coffee, too hot after that as a rule.
Oh how I wish some angel would come and take my hand
And lead me back through life’s rough track, to that magic Lotus Land
Then as darkness fell upon us we’d emerge from our shady dens
And we’d eat and drink and love and laugh until the sun came up again!
It was the land of the Lotus Eaters and I stayed six months or more
But if I hadn’t left just when I did, I’d have been there for evermore!
My wounds were healing nicely, I’d found my smile again
So I hitch hiked back to London mostly in the rain!
And Saturdays on Portobello I’d scan the crowds to see
A friend I’d drunk Retsina with down by the Agean Sea.
Oh how I wish some angel would come and take my hand
And lead me back through life’s rough track, to that magic Lotus Land
Copyright © Res JFB 23rd July 2015
Photo by kind permission of
Jebulon – Wikimedia Commons

Friday, 21 July 2017

Precious Moment

Sweet eyes filled with tears
Parting's sorrow overflows
Oh Precious Moment

Copyright © Res JFB 22nd July 2017

Alsatian Puppy

Alsatian puppy
On the step licking my ear
Hail Old Soul.... well met

Copyright © Res JFB 21st July 2017

Sunday, 24 January 2016

"Pine Straw"

“Pine Straw”

I love to rest on pine straw
Somewhere off the track
Where passersby won't see me
A pine tree at my back.

But all the woodland knows I'm there
The robin comes to sing
A Lady Blackbird cleans my boots
Or shares the food I bring.

Sister fox will wander by
And stop with enquiring stare
She sees I have no stick or gun
She knows there's no danger here.

The Badger won't be coming by
Unless I wait till dusk
But I can see the track they make
And sometimes smell their musk.

I can hear the buzzards cry
Circling high above
And soon they will be nesting
In these woodlands that I love.

But I am truly so aware
Of the very air I breathe
The moisture in the soil
The pollen on the breeze.

I breathe in all the goodness
I breathe out all the bile
It does a body's soul some good
To sit still for a while.

I love the songs that different trees
Are making on the air
Goddess of Mercy, if there's a Heaven
I believe it must be here!

Copyright © Res JFB 18th September 2015

Friday, 17 July 2015

Strawberries and Cream

I’m eating Strawberries and cream
With my long handled spoon
The one the doggies loved to lick.
I know I shouldn’t but I don’t care!

My beloved sister bought them.
I think they were meant for
A pretty little girl who was visiting
But she'd already eaten a punnet of strawberries
And half a plateful of biscuits!

Sweet child, she bought me a lovely bunch of flowers
And then decided they were so nice,
She should hold on to them!
See, she's pretty and clever too!

Never mind, my beloved sister
Bought me flowers from her garden
Which puts my little backyard to shame
I can smell the roses now from across the room.

And mauvey spikey things
That she did tell me the name of
But you know me, head like a colander!
And some pretty white flowers
That look like Christmas tree decorations.

And the strawberries and cream!
You can blame my next coronary on her!
But I won't! I love her too much!
And always have! Sweet Annabella!

And she didn't hold me down
And force them on me.
She hasn't been able to do that
Since I was ten years old!

Lovely to see my dear friend Eve
And Little-legs, full of smiles and strawberries.
And my Dear Sister and Brother in Law.
Yesterday was a good day, a very good day!

Copyright © Res JFB 16th July 2015

Sunday, 12 July 2015

No One

“No One”

No one to lick the mayonnaise
From my long handled spoon,
Or eat the nub ends from my pasty
Or join me howling at the moon!

No one to help me to the bathroom
Or to lead me down the stairs,
No one to help me eat my supper
With long and hungry stares.

No one to help me on computer
Though he cannot type a damn
But he’s growing up so nicely
A proper Penberthy man.

No one to snuggle  against me
While lying on my bed,
Or wake me up too early
In case I might be dead!

No one is there to trip me up
On all the scattered toys,
But Babes, I must admit to you
Your Old Grandad misses his boys!

Copyright © Res JFB 12th July 2015

Monday, 6 July 2015

This Country In Between

Every flower I send you
Is yet another kiss
Upon your lovely lips
Every petal I send you
Is a caress upon your soul
My body lying so close 
You can feel my heat
And you will feel my love
All you have to do
Is reach out, connect
Bridge this tiny gap
This country in between
Complete the circuit
And when we finally touch
Twill be like fire
And twill be like ice
But every kiss upon your breast
Will be like a rose petal
Upon the ground it loves

Copyright © Res JFB 25th December 2007