Ray Feasey Poems

The leather upholstery and walnut dash
Nothing plastic looking cheap or brash
The shiny chrome and deep rug pile
Just sitting in it brings a smile
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Jamie and the juggler
so wonderful to see
so unexpected unrehearsed
yet magical to me
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Golf and me are not to be I’ve tried it many times,
I slipped I fell and heard folk yell and even hit a old brass bell
At hole’s I crossed when ball was lost
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Ever sat waiting for someone you are meeting
You’ve planned it your early and awaiting they’re greeting
Yet it’s still some way off and there’s nothing else planned
It’s a strange piece of time and your thinking expands
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I know I put it somewhere
So as to keep it safe
It was only weeks or was it months
That cunning hiding place
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I saw a cottage on a distant hill
It was overcast and dull of light
The wind blew hard although all was still
Way past day yet not quite night
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When I saw my dog chase after a cat
It was like a greyhound let out of the trap
Yet it hadn’t a chance as the cat climbed the tree
Flicking vee’s at the dog all smug you see
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Looking from the carriage window out into the beyond
This train journey had an effect quite unprepared for
Lost in thought and certainly a slowing down of heartbeat
Strange how once seated the motion calms one to solace
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This comes about so rapid and yet after long years at times we forget
Of the wonders we saw without caring to look have perhaps passed us by

On occasion a mind prompt brings detail to brain as we elate at our memory
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The flights an hour well more or less
The quickest way you’ll find
Except for arriving two hours before
Then queuing up and passport chores
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