Mad Gone

Mad Gone Poems

Awakened by the joyful, busy call of the birds,
I listen keenly for any sound upon the stairs.
No sound of dishes clattering.
or of the kitchen doors being battered.
...

The green, green grass of home.
follows me, no matter where I choose to roam.
The blades of grass, weak branches sway upon the breeze,
and the birds singing tunes that to the ear so often please.
...

My feet pound these streets once more,
But now they are no longer sore.
The street familiar in the light of day,
I am sure I have once been this way.
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High on the hill, with nuclear glow
Steeple reaching upwards and onwards
Condemning both weak and slow.
How ironic that man on gods errands
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The bell tolls, the striking piercing penetrates through closed windows.
It won’t go away, it is still striking, it is still piercing.
Ringing in my ears for a quarter of an hour.
I read Beckett, thinking ‘the world as a stage’.
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The streets of Narnia fill will endless chilling snow,
while hearts broken are covered with a new and entertaining show.
how can love between two people ever part?
If love was so sorely torn apart, two parts of one sad lonely heart.
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The white pale blanket covered the newly springing glass,
while hopes and dreams lay unravelled far below.

Time that rushed too frantic past, now silently stands still,
...

While the cage door lays wide open
the bird in fear to fly.
The sounds below the floor
I wait upon the door.
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9.

While those, who you had to sadly leave behind,
Remember you fondly for that twinkle in your eye.
The laughing face and that precious smile,
If only there for that brief while.
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Light were once the old bridge stood,
Now, new and reconditioned metal rails.
Old Lordy, saved our Dredge,
“It’ll be rebuilt, by Jove it should.”
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As I pushed the heavy leaden shopping trolley through the aisles,
Preventing the trolley as it tried to the left to sway.
A man passed by, as many had did before that day.
He looked back and gently asked if I knew the way?
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I dreamt that dream once more,
Though, it faded with the morning light.
Now awake, I wished again
The sun might go and bring back night.
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I wish I had just one more time,
To say how much it meant,
that you of all should be my aunt.
But God asked of you to watch us from afar.
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I try to leave You far behind,
Out of sight and out of mind.
But you'd sneak up, catch me unawares
and refuse to be defined.
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News today of yet another suicide,
while those who think we have it all,
track our footprints, while our time we bide.
Derek has taken off his shoes.
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Like the autumn leaves that slowly fall,
I can no longer hear my father call.
Not even a seed to bear to restart the cycle,
My life it seems is but a simple trifle.
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Somehow, it never really started to happen at one precise moment.
I could not say yes, I remember that was when it started.
It wasn’t as if I suddenly jumped up out of bed and felt this way.
Instead it crept up on me it was a slow decay, tearing away at my insides.
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Below the concrete castles in the sky,
Lost the forgotten men now thread.
Hopes that once had filled their dreams,
Now taunt and laugh at them, it seems.
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I sigh when I recall your charming faces,
I cry when I remember your loving, warm embraces.
How blind can a mother be,
Not to remember and not to see.
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20.

Remember where we once sat down to play,
On the fertile slopping banks beside the Brea.
Carefree, without the burden of today,
Remember our childish silly cakes of clay.
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The Best Poem Of Mad Gone

Leaving The Nest

Awakened by the joyful, busy call of the birds,
I listen keenly for any sound upon the stairs.
No sound of dishes clattering.
or of the kitchen doors being battered.
No noise from kettles boiling,
No voices in conversation joining.

With schoolbags no longer hogging up the doorway,
As they have all since gone their on own way.
The dogs are quiet and no longer care to bark,
While the cats have chosen to no longer playfully lark.
The clock shows the hour of eight,
But no children are leaving by the garden gate.

The noise arises from the street,
With the passing of commercial fleet.
The papers where delivered some hours ago,
Reporting the news of both friend and foe.
Telling us of the world at large,
While we watch and follow those in charge.

But what good will they do for me?
As I like them can no longer see.
I raised my kids, in time honoured fashion,
While are pensions are now slowly rationed.
New opportunities have come their way,
But I fear it is here that I must stay.

Working hard to earn our meagre living,
Children with everything on their plate now given.
They grasped the life style on the tv ad,
And now forgot the way of life they ever had.
No university education can replace,
The warm and welcoming family brace.

The phones line must be down,
Internet must not yet have reached that town.
Writing paper must be in short supply,
Universities with stringent cuts now comply.
While I listen to the call of the morning.
I wonder why the world still keeps on turning!

Then classes break up for the term,
And back to family nests they slowly worm.
With three months of dirty clothes,
And stories of the lectors that they loathed.
Coats at the end of the stairs now hang.
The doors once again begin to bang,
But now I have learnt not to complain,
And wish to have them back at home again.
Forgotten are the tiny pains,
Nothing matters now as it rains.
No more, tidy up your room,
As their return to university, I fear soon looms.

While I often wished for solitude,
When they were so often being rude.
The hallway now seems bare.
While nothing is lingering on the stairs.
Their rooms are now so clean and tidy,
They left before I was even ready.

Where is the tiny dark haired girl,
With those beautiful, delightful, dangling curls.
The cheeky smile and the scolding ways,
As she would so often depict the play.
I often watched her breath as she lay,
And remember how she hugged me through the day!

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