Monkeys and Birds

Monkeys and Birds

The birds were tweeting away,
As I sat on the wall by the canal.
The stones I tossed made ripples,
In the wandering waters below.
My world was a twilight of such ripples,
Twisting and turning with the tidal waves.
I had no control over either or any means of escape.
I felt like an abandoned Monkey,
Locked in an undersized cage.
With no air to breathe I was gagging,
I though I would sure shrivel and die.
But in my heart I knew you were coming,
Coming to rescue the teardrops in my eyes.
One day you sat down beside me,
And slowly you turned the key.
You yanked the rusty door open,
Then Suddenly I was Me!

The star

The sky is dark and laced with shining stars,
Shimmering a glittery glow, as they flow afar.
Beauty is an illusion of the naked eye,
Laced with all the heart desire.
Like the wings of a mysterious butterfly,
Colours so bright and full of flare,
The stars that are sure to become noticeable,
Are the ones that have little else left to bare.

Dancing all alone in the distance, is a star that’s barely born,
With its shimming wings it twinkles and glows,
From the enlightening of the moon lit sky,
Till the rising of the dawn.
The star it may not be so beautiful,
Her legs they are so small,
But this star its heart is laced with gold,
And its the most magnificent star of all.

Do you remember when we were small,
How the world seem so fascinatingly tall,
How the houses towered above our heads,
and how the trees looked so scary,
As they whispered sinister messages,
As victims so small and innocent,
Shuddered from their toes to their heads.

Do you remember when we were small,
How we so longed to be so tall,
To have the world bow below our heads,
and instead of been afraid of monsters scary,
We'd call out frightful messages,
And scare them to their beds.
Then we climb up right on top of them,
And stamp upon their heads.

I long for those days of innocents,
When the world was a ground for play,
When scary heads and monsters beneath the bed,
Would swallow our days away.

As I'm sat here next to you,
In my old worn out rocking chair,
I smile a little cheeky smile,
and say i'l gladly race you there.

Copyright © Jackie Jones 2010

Message in a bottle

As the sand slithers beneath my feet so bare,
And the wind, it blows, where nobody goes,
I think of the future, and I think of you and me,
What would it be to myself I ask.
A broken bottle lays shimmering in the sand,
Worn yet worthy of a loving hand.
In the bottle there is a message,
From a far away land, written by hand.
Its reads to me like this, A tender message,
That goes like this.
To the finder of this bottle which float across the sea,
I hope that it will reach you before its too late,
My dearest, beloved Daphne.
I beg for your forgiveness, though it was not me,
Who did us any wrong.
I beg of you to return home now,
For unlike you my heart is not so strong.
I know you are with him right now,
I beg of you to be led astray,
But if this is the recipe to your happiness,
Then I wish of you to stay.
When you wrap your arms around him,
I know you think him as you once did of me,
You hearts will be bound together,
Whiles mine is bound up to the trunk of a tree.
For me you have little use now,
So I shall bid you a reluctant farewell,
Please throw this bottle far into the ocean,
An unlock my heart from this eternal hell.