PLAYING IN THE RAIN by Dave Luckwell (ereader with android .TXT) 📕

“Life is made up of a million adventures, you just need to decide which one is yours to follow “
Keith Aleman.


PLAYING IN THE RAIN



THE POETRY


" OVER "

Over , yet as we see reality we neither wish to conquer or to create.
Over , yet as we seek solace in metaphors of romance we neither die nor wish to live.
Over , once and for all to the final battle , the final love , the final thrust.
Over , once and forever it is done.
Let it all begin.

It is not the question to ask if we do not know the answer or the reason to have, if none is sought.
Holding together our battle cry when OVER is our plea and our prayer.

Over , the hiding of our lover's child under rainbow skies of hope.
Over , our continued belief in every man’s dream for peace and glory.
Over , once and forever it is done my friend.
Now it has begun.

The journey we take is a kaleidoscope of bribed labours on a soldiers mind.
We all know the songs , we all know the metaphors.

Once and for all it is OVER , now and forever , let it all , and it will , BEGIN.


Over , was the first poem I ever wrote , I think I was 23 years old or there about. My girlfriend of the time had just left and I was in a very dark place. Just before she left we bought two kittens and being painfully honest if it wasn't for that little , helpless lives waiting for me every day after work I don’t think I would be here today.


THE GOOD SAMARITAN

On a lonely road , on a lonely day,
A lonely man makes his lonely way.
Being stopped by thieves who turned to say,
" Pass safe you will when your gold you pay "
" I have no gold , only clothes have I "
" Then your clothes we take whilst we leave you to die.

They beat him , they hurt him
They took all but his soul
They left him there bleeding ,
Fulfilling their goal.

And so our fiend lay there
Bleeding and cold,
When along came a saviour , sturdy and bold.
He wrapped him and bathed him,
He tendered his needs
Then as he spoke ,
He told of his deeds.

Who was this saviour?
This man with a heart.
The man who did hold him
And played his kind part
.
This was a Good man
A kind man , a friend,
A true Good Samaritan

A friend till the end..


THE PHOTOGRAPHER

Snap of the shutter and the image is caught in an instance of light and magic. Capturing the time , the feeling and the passion. The moment of which , unless truly glorious , is often tragic.
The young man with the power to make a beautiful nobody in the worlds biggest somebody.

Indigo , Magenta and twilight blooms,
Petals of happiness in children's rooms.

Playful toys with harped notes
A mother look , a kiss denotes.

Saying goodbye to a beautiful child ,
The worldly picture that send them wide.
The photographer’s vision has made my one,
The very light from the very sun.


WHAT YOU DID TO ME.


The way I fist felt when on you I did look,
The way that I cried when my feelings you took.
The way that I lied and forgave you once more,
The way that I yelled out in one mighty roar.

WHAT YOU DID TO ME

This was the last time , the first time , the worst,
This was the moment I drank of your thirst,
You hurt me , you loved me , you made me your man,
And now thanks to you my feelings are damned.

WHAT YOU DID TO ME

Now I have picked up , grown up and gone my own way,
No longer a slave to your every day.
I loved you , I miss you , your heart I did share,
But now I thank God I am no longer there.

WHAT YOU DID TO ME

Now I can live again , see again and feel,
For once and for all my abilities are real.
I am now stronger , there till the end,
Tearing , discarding the letter you send.

And so it is finished no longer the slave,
No more reaction to a present I gave.
I look at you now with satisfaction and glee,
Because..WHAT YOU DID TO ME?

You set me free !


THE CIRCUS CLOWN

We all see the circus as friend , not foe,
We all take glory in a mighty throw.
Yet we still feel forgotten as we leave ,
Because as we go we still don't belief.

The helpless child the clown terrifies,
Who clings to a mother his own timid size.
So now we prepared for greater " Hurrah "
It’s time for the circus that's travelled so far.

But with that circus comes that clown,
A man of laughs behind his frown.
A pain , sadness deep inside,
Yet painted on his smile so wide.

The flying man on trapeze high,
With stylish feet that kick the sky.
A never ending lust for fear and flight,
His grip , his illusion and all his might.

The tents now have all gone
No more horses that sing,
The crowds were once pleased but now have all gone.
They did enjoy ,
All bar one , me.


DANCE WITH ME


Put your arms around me , let you me hold you for a while.
Let me see your face shine back at me with your everlasting smile.
The way you hold my hand whilst never letting go,
Tells me just how much you love me , your passion tells me so.


LIVING IN THE SKY

All day long we sing our merry song,
Knowing that in love and life nothing can go wrong.
We dream our dream of love and liberty , knowing that in love and life we never will be free.
Living in the sky so high.


All day long we work until we bleed
Knowing that in love and peace this is all we really need.
We dream our dreams that peace will soon come true.
Knowing that in love and life I must believe in you.
Living in the sky so high.

All day long we fight until the end
Seeing many broken hearts that only you can mend.
I dream my dream of love and liberty,
Knowing that alongside you forever I'll be me.
Living in the sky
Living in the sky
Living in the sky so high !


CHERRY MUFFIN

Cherry Muffin is a mouse. Together with his best friend Jean Paul they live , near , Mouseville.
Even though Cherry has for many years worked very hard to improve his skills and world experiences , he still is known for lacking , well, certain abilities.

For quite some time now he has been visiting the Professor to study and try and improve his thinking ability.


Cherry Muffin tries so hard
Quoting poetry from a Bard.
Knowing what he has to say
In such an " elocuted " way.

Florinda is his love in blue
A mouse that’s heart is bold and true.
He knows she will never let him down,
One day in her wedding gown.

The Wizard will often cast a spell
But rarely something we can tell
Jean Paul eats and drinks all day
Making food disappear in his own way.

Cherry's cousin is Mousie Cutts
She lives on cheese , served up on nuts.
Mischievous and full of trouble
Never wanting to burst her bubble.


Spanish Eyes

So dark and inviting your eyes draw me in
The story they tell of love held within
From tales of a Father so brave and so bold
To tales of a Mother whose memories you hold.

As I look into your eyes I see my whole life
The day we first met and the day I made you my wife.
I love just to look and to just melt away.
Your eyes make me dream of a land far away.

A distant sun with a warming glow
Taking me places I'll never know
Yet by holding you by your crystal like hand
This Spanish Island has becomes my own home land.


SEE ME , I SAW YOU


I can only talk about what I've seen
Only describe the places I have been
I can only tell you bout what I saw
and explain it once and tell no more.

Through the Brandy glass I look at you , alcohol my only and best friend.

I can only tell you of my taste
and all the money I do waste
I acn only tell you bout my pain
and ask you feel my heart again.

I drink because it takes away the feelings of emptiness , the void within this shell.


It is such a shame that the onlt time I can sit down and write is when I am feeling so low.


DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM ?


I sit here alone maniculed by brandy to the massive
chip on my shoulder.
The favour the world owe's me I'm getting more and more frustrated by it's absence.
I need to be great , to be loved and hated and people to know me.

I am a father , a sinner and a friend
I am a husband , unworthy but the best in a poor world
I am an artist , a photographer ,I see all and feel all and sence all and smell all, but I feel nothing.

I am the man who took a gamble , a bet , a lottery , a chance of life.
I am the one