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My Anthology of Rhyme

Trevi Formea


My Anthology of Rhyme

  by

  Trevi Formea

  Copyright 2013 Trevi Formea

  ISBN 978-1-30105384-1

  Dedication

  This book is dedicated to my daughters and grandchildren. May you laugh, cry, wonder and be ever grateful for all your blessings in life. Love Always xo

  My Anthology of Rhyme

  Trevi Formea

  A Showerama Drama

  Whilst enjoying a warm shower the other day

  Well earned after mowing the lawn

  I accidently dropped the bar of soap

  And on retrieval my eyes were drawn

  To something furry and leggy in the corner

  Who was obviously enjoying the same

  Startled - I let our a holler

  And began jumping around

  Hoping that my splashing of water

  Would soon have this spider drowned

  Confident to continue my shower

  I looked to where Arachnid had been

  And to my complete horror

  He wasn’t anywhere to be seen

  I comforted myself with resolve and thought

  My splashing sent him down the drain

  When suddenly my nape hairs stood up on end

  So I decided to look again

  Arghh – to my horror he was now on my shin

  Still enjoying my nice warm shower

  I jumped up and down and flung my legs ‘round

  Well as much as I could in a cower

  But this spider wasn’t to be daunted

  Or flung from his warm resting place

  There was only once recourse left for me

  A hard slap upon his face

  With that he dropped off and kicked around

  He was obviously in some pain

  So with my foot I pressed him quite firmly

  And pushed him down the drain

  ~~~~~

  The Echidna and the Wombat

  An Echidna and a Wombat met

  While wandering out one day

  The Wombat rather cheekily asked

  “How about a quick roll in the hay?”

  Echidna shocked by his remark

  Told him to take a hike

  “Work off some of that energy

  On other thing you like!

  I’m far too tired for foolish games

  And likewise games of chance

  I’m off to lunch on such deserts

  As Mango flavoured ants!”

  Wombat looked up and smiled with glee

  Pleading “May I please have some?

  I know where there is such a bed

  So you aren’t leaving less I come!”

  Echidna paused and thought a while

  Maybe he could give it a go

  There’s plenty more where they came from

  Long as he sucks and doesn’t blow!

  ~~~~~

  For All Eternity

  If I looked into our hearts Dear

  And spoke of what we both desired

  In a lover and a soul mate

  Of the similarities we required

  For one with Passion and Affection

  Patience and Understanding

  Honesty and Caring

  Softly Spoken – Undemanding

  These traits of love we’d recognize

  Within each other’s eyes

  A knowing comfort so familiar

  That no words could verbalize

  Such things we share together

  Emptiness when we’re apart

  Make our lonesome calls and letters

  Even dearer to my heart

  I love the way you hold me

  Tender words of love to me

  You’re all I’ll ever want Dear

  For all Eternity

  ~~~~~

  Baby Bloomer Blues

  As I gaze at myself in the mirror

  At the age lines that I have amassed

  My mind travels back to my childhood

  And how quickly the years have passed

  While growing up as a ‘Baby Boomer’

  The sheers joy of everything then

  Danny Dux was our ‘hero’ and radio star

  His live broadcast – we’d kill to attend

  And then came the wonder of wonders

  The first ever television transmission

  Our lounge with neighbours all huddled round

  (My big brother tried charging admission)

  Holidays – they were never a problem

  Like our day trips, we’d head off on Sunday

  To Amity Point by boat, Caloundra or Hollywell

  Or Aunty’s farm up in Bundy

  Simple breaks that were always the greatest

  Along with the neighbourhood parties

  And the treat that mum always bought home for me

  On their nights out ------

  A packet of Smarties

  ~~~~~

  Is There An Afterlife?

  Is there an Afterlife --- A home up above?

  Where GOD and our lost loved ones, are waiting just for us

  A chance for a reunion, to tell them of our love

  Where all is beautifully serene, without any kind of fuss

  Could I tell my long lost dad, when I saw him standing there

  That I really was so sorry – that I didn’t visit him

  Of all the hours since he’s been gone – my agony, despair

  Were brought upon by foolish pride, that I would not give in

  I would confide to dear old dad and my big sister too

  How I loved them both so dearly, even though they angered me

  That I didn’t mean to argue – to say what was untrue

  You are what I really care about, my loving family

  Yes, there must be an Afterlife – a chance to make amends

  To forgive and be forgiven of all the trouble and the strife

  For GOD is all around us – in everything we do

  And HE wouldn’t let us separate - If there wasn’t a heaven too!

  ~~~~~

  Looking At Something Familiar

  Pondering on ‘Looking at something familiar’

  As though for the first time can be rather fun

  Tho’ collating my thoughts into rhyming material

  May not be so easily done!

  I was listening – focused to a middle aged Bard

  Quiet spoken, attractive, when I finally saw

  The resemblance she has to a Hollywood actress

  Soft, brown eyes – sweet Drew Barrymore!

  This lady I’m certain could stand in for Drew

  In a movie for her at this age

  And acting wouldn’t be too difficult

  “Cause with Theatre Group she’s been on stage

  Her modesty is only overshadowed

  By her talents in Art and Rhyme

  So I’m looking at Some-one familiar

  As though for the very first time

  And this lady I’m with the uncanny likeness

  Why she’d blush with this revelation I’d say

  So to keep her from being embarrassed

  Confide her first name begins with a Jay!

  ~~~~~

  Back At School

  (For my daughters)

  It’s time to go in – the school bell is ringing

  And mothers their first year students are bringing

  The odour of chalk on the blackboards painted

  While the smell of mown grass on the air is tainted

  The gardens and hedges all neatly clipped

  Their playground and oval now newly equipped

  The Tuckshop is open – school lunches prepared

  Broken
benches and desks all newly repaired

  The swimming pool cleaned and filled to the brim

  Cool, clear water lapping up over tiled rim

  Old and new students, excitement and fear

  Lost little ones – wondering why they are here

  Welcome old friends and to new too

  It’s great to be back at school – Yahoo!

  ~~~~~

  The Call Of Nature

  A Tadpole met a sleeping egg

  One without a shell

  They bumped into each other

  Like a bucket dropped down a well

  Tadpole was quite attracted

  Even tho’ it was really dark

  And knew that with this interlude

  He would definitely leave his mark

  Upon this soft and sleeping egg

  Atop this fallopian tree

  Who was minding her own business

  Protecting her virginity

  Suddenly egg awakened

  By Tadpoles excessiveness

  Thought “What was he up to?”

  It was anybody’s guess

  Then with a sudden explosion

  Tadpole had broken through

  Her soft gentle exterior

  The sensation was quite new

  All sorts of things were happening

  A multitude or more

  Her life would never be the same

  Of this she could be sure

  Egg could no longer fight him off

  She had tried to protect her nest

  “Tadpole’s had his way with me

  I’ll let nature do the rest!”

  ~~~~~

  Oh Johnny - Oh!

  My brother John is over

  He’s bought ‘his birthday’ flow

  Filling up the empty glasses

  A toast to Johnny, Oh

  He emptied his third bottle

  I ask him to drink slow

  To take his time and sip it

  But --- Oh, Johnny, Oh

  He’s slurring “where’s the music”

  “Come on,” He says “Let’s go

  We’ll start up a new dance craze.”

  But – Oh, Johnny, Oh

  His half a slab is gone now

  He’s reeling to and fro

  Staggering to the toilet

  But --- Oh, Johnny, Oh

  Your wife Rose is waiting

  She called and hour ago

  Please get your act together

  And go, Johnny Go

  The Taxi Cab is leaving

  John’s on his way to Ro’

  Another visit ended

  Goodo, Johnny Oh

  ~~~~~

  The Saturday Matinee

  Life way back in the fifties, when we took the time to talk

  Of movies and our hobbies, then taking ourselves for a walk

  We’d stroll along to the pictures, which was about a mile or more

  Where as Saturday Matinee-ers, we could get in for one and four

  The serials that kept us guessing – would start the show and then

  Just as he did always, the hero escaped again

  The light came on twas interval; we fought our place in line

  To buy ice-cream, a drink and some lollies

  And back to our seats in time

  As the lights grew dim – screened the trailers

  All promising laughs and action

  The kids would cheer and whistle

  As they started the main attraction

  We’d all sit quiet and fantasize, about those up on screen

  That we were all brave heroes or locked in some love scene

  The moment was then broken – as Jaffas rolled down the aisles

  And Brooksie and my big brother, gathered them up with smiles

  The lights came on – twas over, our adventures for that day

  Entertainment for a pittance --- at the Saturday matinee

  ~~~~~

  Money, Money, Money

  Money, money, money – is the root of all evil

  And divorced spouses are after their fill

  The once ‘love of your life’ is now ready to profit

  From all of your assets – they don’t care how you got it

  Nor that it’s yours – or you worked hard and long

  As long as it’s theirs, they don’t care that it’s wrong

  They’re eager and greedy to make their demand

  Upon your belongings without reprimand

  They’re laughing because now, they’ll have plenty of money

  The law has empowered them and it isn’t funny

  To take half of all that you’ve amassed through your life

  And sometimes it all – causing financial strife

  What happened to Karma and what goes around?

  My lover has caused me such grief – I am drowned

  In debt, untold sorrow and questioning - why?

  Please hand me a tissue, I’m going to cry.

  ~~~~~

  Tippy Tapp

  (For Christina)

  I have a little kitty

  Her name is Tippy Tapp

  And every time I sit down

  She climbs up on my lap

  She loves it when I stroke her

  And licks me with delight

  But when somebody makes a noise

  She jumps up with a fright

  And if she cannot sit on me

  Where she is warm and snug

  She’ll lie down by the heater

  Or curl up with my rug

  I love my little kitty

  My little Tippy Tapp

  Who doesn’t like to be alone

  ‘Cause she’s a ‘fraidy cat

  (In memory of Tippi 1988 – 2003)

  ~~~~~

  Eden's Garden, Earth then Home

  As I sit here pondering Heaven and what God keeps for me above

  I am speechless as Earth’s beauty – what He fashioned out of love

  His many unique creations – they are precious – more than gold

  Fragrant Wildflowers in a meadow, Earth’s great beauty to behold

  Trees are true majestic flora, all superb in every way

  Vast blue skies – a painter’s masterpiece

  Dawn and sunset of each new day

  Mountains, valleys, deserts, plateaus, oceans, lakes – a waterfall

  Are more of His creations

  God - He made them one and all

  Ah, the beauty and the wonder, of His miracles run rife

  Confirmation that He loves us, always near throughout our life

  For aren’t we all God’s children – descendants of Eden long ago?

  And not just friends or neighbours

  But His children - not His foe

  Oh such beautiful surroundings, touch my heart where ‘ere I roam

  Proving God is up there waiting, till it’s time to take me home

  ~~~~~

  Rolf Germador

  I bought a little puppy

  For my daughters – of which there’s four

  A white fluffy little fellow

  German Shepherd cross Labrador

  I watched in curious amazement

  As he grew doubling in size

  Then decided a course in dog training

  Would teach him to heed my cries

  “Come Guy” for Guy I named him

  For he was a boy you see

  But whenever I Guy called him

  He’s bark back ‘Rolf’ to me

  For many long weeks it continued

  I, calling Guy to my side

  But ‘Rolf’ was all I’d get from him

  Just ‘Rolf’ and a dent to my pride

  The dog training helped in some ways

  For he’d fetch when I told him to come

  And his dedication to full lunar yodelling

  Showed his tones were far better than some

  It’s funny the way that it happened
/>   Looking back I seemed rather dense

  This charming ignorant Germador

  Was actually making some sense

  Then one day it finally hit me

  When I called Guy to the back door

  He wasn’t being deliberately ignorant

  For his name wasn’t Guy

  But ‘Rolf’ Germador

  (In memory of Guy 1980-1990)

  ~~~~~

  A Life of Leisure

  With thongs on his feet and stubby in his hand

  He was standing at the bar, partly listening to the band

  Dressed in his trackies, with a long unkempt beard

  Fag a hanging out his mouth; he was something to be feared

  Teeth all stained by nicotine and a dialect from the gutter

  A local pub regular, He was their bread and butter

  Drinking every day and then, staggering back home

  And waiting for him smiling, his friend – the garden gnome

  His life wasn’t to be envied, every day the same old stroll

  To the pub, his daily exercise, and drinking up his dole

  An amber fluid diet, topped with endless rollie fags

  Everyday was like a weekend, of mates and grog and gags

  But for today he breasts the bar

  The barmaid asks his pleasure

  He says “One day to retire

  and live a life of leisure!”

  ~~~~~

  Unrequited Love

  Oh love, if you were with me now and how I wish you were

  I would show you the true depth of my heart

  The love and ache I feel for you

  Is like the bite of a venomous snake

  Deep, Penetrating, Painful

  I try to push all thought of you aside to save my anguish

  But still your memory haunts me

  I see your face

  Though not perfectly cleat, tingles race through me

  What is this loss of self – this dulling of my senses?

  To want more than life, that, which I cannot have

  The hopeless torment of unrequited love, insatiable desire