ROBERTS SONG

The bagpipes did me in
left me breathless
in my Hearts sad din...

Across the church
Across the floor
I saw you tucked inside a beautiful box
with all the glory flowers
that crowned your handsome locks ...


The pain felt deep by everyone
for you were, Moon, the Stars and Sun
like light on light you glowed and shone
Bright as Rainbows in our eyes,
to tell us stories and be our highs...

Life will be dull without you
Our Golden ray of light ...
The bitterness replaces sweet
 You've left  This World
you've taken flight...

We'll miss your song
Your laughter through our tears

We will miss you  Oh Dear one ...
All wishing you were here...


The clouds will hold the rain
 and gather the storm of your passing
As we surrender to  our pain ...
Oh Robert what will become of us?
 all forlorn without you
today the birds die  in us one by one ...
 the trees begin to fade
and  in our  aging Hearts
 we will remember you ...

As fondly as a summers day...

A HAPPY LAND

The twining mist rolls its ever
embellishing cover over the hills
Just a  simple fox at play all amid the grey....

A hand strolls over your face the gliding of love
 in a sully embrace, stirs a twinkle in the heart
A twitch in the park, enticed mystical lands of honey ...

 On the lips of a shy girl, A bitter chocolate fudge
 She blushes as she  holds her satchel
A leaving boy gives her a nudge....

A simple Venice chocolate cake
 melts in the mouth of a martyr
A view from a hill that gathers moss
 on rolling stones is water tight and safe...

A blank page held in your
 knife blue eyes is watching me
The beauty in a cup of tea
A Sandwich and a Rosary,,,,
The love that fills a sweating hand
 holding paws that  play in sand....

A fantasy that fills your head
An epitaph the final bed

A  blue crying bird afraid to fly
A minstrel beneath a bellowing sky

A father loves his daughters dear
A message from a speaking fear

A place to hide when comfort looms
A belly full of broken tunes
A misfit on the garden gate
A pile of chips upon your plate

A breast to lay your head upon a
yearning sound turned into song
a drone that wakes a thousand minds...

A Plastic cup with love inside
A Boy you fancy  flutters the heart
A Man and wife who sleep apart



A bluster in the mind and soul
A bowl of air, a crock of gold

All find their land eventually
A  happy place for us to be
The happiness of memory....

DEAD BEAT HEART...

WHAT IS IT ABOUT SYLVESTER?

 What is it about Sylvester that everyone adores?
is it his whiskers?
The white on his lip?
or just the way he curls in his paws...

Yes, what is it about this darn little Cat
that's pulling us this way and pulling us that...
Bending us over backwards to please
to rally around him like he's the Bees knees...

What is it about Sylvester that keeps us engaged?
 Is it his non youth his grey hairs, his age
His triangular shape and enormouse big head
that makes us all want him to
sleep on our beds....

Now, what is it about Sylvester that makes our Hearts pound?

His faintest meow, or his soft purring sound...

He makes us all fret at the thought of him leaving ...
He is loved and adored but once he was grieving...

For just two years ago
He was bruised..
A Hobo
 Homeless and dying
A sick sack of bones
That noone would love or let into their homes...

He lived in the cold the Dank and the Dark
Begged food from Mechanics near where the cars  parked
and at night he would seek his refuge in sheds
while other cute moggies curled up on warm beds

Oh! our  little Sylvester he was so polite
 He would never come in,
you would have to invite... 

He was bound to rely on the kindness of strangers,
But all covered in mud  he looked so contagious...
 His fur was as Brillo all matted and worn
and his ear from fighting was blooded and torn..

But when I saw him I knew
That he had to be saved
So gently I coaxed him and fed him and bathed
He was always most grateful...
And never his welcome
would he over stay,
but came for a  little while,
day after day,
to eat and to warm up on his little pink rug
 and then sadly would leave
 and his eyes would cry hug....

(c) Helena C Carta

THE SHIP

The ship is setting off

perhaps for the longest time...

No Harbor filled with well wishers to bid her fond farewell

a gush of wind beneath her sails 

to halt the day and dwell ...

A bone did shiver, for this journey

 was not meek nor was it  mild 

 to carry fear through her raw black hurt 

for deep inside she carried child ...

Bound for pastures new
they said
"to court the Devil"

Amid the breakers and the coral

 gliding east it's 6 am

 her cargo to grow heavier by the day 

and  all the while her bright blessed smile 

could spirit sorrow clean away

for the wind it howled beneath the masts 

 exhausted us upon the waves 

the boat did bend and the boat did sway 

and carry cargo of it's Slaves

 Away to foreign climbs 
adrift her heart is torn 

and on the decks

 beneath the screams  
New sons of Africa be born ...




(c) Helena C Carta

TIME FORGOT

The Jaw clamped down hard as sin

a morning bird flutters in the dew kissed dusk

playing hide and seek so frivolously

with the dawn

a bleached out sky

watches as I curl and undress the magnitude of my life

 

like a windfall in the wind

it fly's

all pity with no mercy in it's eyes

Death of love came calling

this is not the first time

a shadow befalls my heart

and all is lost

 

A memory dies not when you want it to

but only when you wish it not

 

And then to fade as days to weeks

 And weeks to the years that time forgot...

 (c) Helena C Carta