Category: Like That Only

Within the Bounds of These Walls

Within the bounds of these walls around
The days they clock with the bugles sound
And before the first light has shone
The ‘wake up’ call on the bugle has blown
Brooms in hand of the brigade’s half asleep
Clearing the territory of dust and leaves
The art of trigonometry in making of beds
Pristine white sheet over the quilt’s sharp edge
Then out on the roads to trot right and left
Counting out lungs with no time to rest

Thank You!

Should I venture to say please fine
if I forget to say my thanks?
Wish I could my thoughts now define
that pop out like a lava bare.

Nightmare

The night pulls in and the sky is dark
And the Sun has long since set
The light of the moon behind heavy clouds
Muffled beams on black pavements pirouette
Shadows lurk and impose their gloom
The bite of a winter that’s on the prowl
Sends shivers down your spine

The Strange Library

It happed when I wended my way across a teensy town,
to that wood eerie, silent, dark;
A library stood beside the park.
It well drew my attention, for its entrance had a clown.
He seeing me did nicely bark;
And looking into eyes mine, said, ‘Hark!’

Raymond’s Heaven

Raymond was a boy of seven,
‘What’s meant by’, he asked when, ‘heaven?’
Mother took some time to answer;
Meanwhile danced as was a dancer.

The Birthday Boy and the Girl

The girl first smiled, went minutes by; she told him then, ‘You be my guy.’
No bounds knew joy, on him light dawned; What he said next was quite profound:
‘My darling you are; let me not cry; but truth be told: I am a spy.’