A Haircut

 

 

A Haircut

I picked up courage to sit on his chair,

The demon he hovered around;

Then gently he ran his hands through my hair

While making a strange humming sound.

 

He spoke in a voice I hardly could hear,

"It's longer than I've seen it before!"

Then he put his scissors' up close to my ear;

That's when I nearly made for the door.

 

He put his hands on my shoulders holding me down;

I was trapped with nowhere to go.

I looked in the mirror and saw his deep frown,

 Then I waited for that final blow.

 

But instead he was gentle as he started to clip,

Still humming his infinite tune.

In his hypnotic trance I started to slip,

My senses reeled all over the room.

 

Suddenly there was a change in the sound,

A burring from an infernal contraption.

I opened my eyes and looked all around

To see him fitting some kind of adaption

 

To the odd machine he held in his hand,

A cordless electrical clipper.

He waved it about like a mystical wand,

Perhaps to put a spell on his sitter.

 

From the back to the front and then down the sides

He leveled my locks with his mower;

While at the same time in me he confides

That his wife's run away with a rower.

 

I couldn't care less if she'd left in his skiff,

His talking was driving me barmy.

What was it to me that they had a great tiff

Because his son had signed up for the army.

 

At last he stood back to admire his creation,

Then proceeded to brush off the fluff

That had stuck to my face, a funny sensation,

But by that time I had had enough.

 

I leapt from his chair, threw his gown in his face;

I had a mad gleam in my eye.

I threw him some money and left that dire place.

I hate haircuts and I'll never know why!

 

 



Gallipoli

 

Gallipoli

I've stood on the lands where many were slain,

On the shores of Gallipoli.

And wondered whether they all died in vain

On the shores of Gallipoli.

 

The Anzacs and Johnnies, the Mehmets as well,

On the shores of Gallipoli.

Fought for a cause that's now easier to tell

On the shores of Gallipoli.

 

I've stood there in silence with tears in my eyes,

On the shores of Gallipoli.

Where brave men died without any goodbyes,

On the shores of Gallipoli.

 

I've felt for the souls who rest in that land,

On the shores of Gallipoli.

I've crumbled grains of it's soil in my hand,

On the shores of Gallipoli.

 

I've felt the warm breeze that caresses each grave

On the shores of Gallipoli.

I've looked out to sea where each memory's a wave

On the shores of Gallipoli.

 

I've lived to learn that enemies became friends

On the shores of Gallipoli.

Anzacs, Tommies and Turks made amends

On the shores of Gallipoli.

 

'Twas the Mehmets that saved those lands of their own

On the shores of Gallipoli.

We now realise that they fought for their home

On the shores of Gallipoli.

 

Ataturk in a letter expressed from his heart

On the shores of Gallipoli.

Your sons are our sons and will always be part

Of the shores of Gallipoli.

 

 

JJW

February 2013

A Violent Newcomer

A Violent Newcomer 

 

It streaked like lightening across the sky, thundered loud as it went by

Brought true fear and alarm, that could only mean  great harm

From the cold Siberian sky.

That meteor from outer space, brought sheer terror to the place;

Windows shattered in its wake, before it crashed down in a lake,

And left all to reason why?

 

Chelabinsk is the place's name, it never before had a call for fame.

It's not really too large in size, but now it's in the world's eyes

Because of one great rock.

No one's sure from whence it came, outer space must take the blame

 Where debris circles from times gone by, well above the visible sky;

It came as quite a shock!

 

The experts on TV appear, to confuse us more and add to fear

By telling tales of what might be, amimated to earn their fee;

 They talk a lot of rot.

The media must get to the place, from all directions they start to race

To interview the local clan, exaggerating when they can.

A story must be got!

 

If the world's press would stop and think, only send one crew to provide the link.

Cut your costs and give us peace, we want an accurate news release.

Not one you fabricate.

The victims will their story tell, just give them time 'till all is well.

But newsmen never take that view, they interfere and cause a stew.

They are all indelicate!

 

Twenty thousand were sent to assist, to make sure that no one was missed:

A timely move right at the start, all reaching out to do their part

To console the population.

When disaster strikes and brings its pain, people unite to ease the strain.

There behind each human mind, an inbuilt instinct to be kind.

Now that's a revelation!

 

Now Nation's may start to realise, that what took place before their eyes

Revealed a force they cannot contain, one that is too hard to explain.

Perhaps it was a threat?

Stop the fight for nuclear devices, work for peace in all its guises,

Reap the reward of working together, before someone out there loses His tether.

There is hope for all of us yet!

 

 

 

 

A

Whether the Weather

Whether the Weather?

 

 

I wonder whether the weather should

take any blame when I'm in a mood?

When it's sunny and bright

My mood is quite light,

When it's dull I just sit and brood.

 

I wonder whether the weather should

Take any blame when I'm in a mood?

When I've plenty to do

 I never feel blue,

Let it rain, let it snow I feel good.

 

I do not think the weather should

Take any blame when I'm in a mood.

If my grey cells are active

All weather's attractive.

All of this sounds a little bit crude!

 

But I really don't think the weather should

Take any blame when I'm in a mood.

Excuses are fine

But not all the time

And that is what I'll conclude

 

Next time I ask whether the weather should

Take any blame when I'm in a mood.

The faults are my own

Experience has shown

And its a fact that I cannot elude.

 

Infinity?

Infinity?

Religion programmes our mind to suppose

That infinity means nothing at all.

It's leaders are failing to open their minds

To keep up with humanity's call

For a better understanding of the meaning behind

The stories the scriptures have told.

Those stories passed down through the rivers of time,

They still are the stories of old.

The Jews and the Gentiles, belief in Islam

Their teachings directed at you;

All stuck in a time warp and force us to look back

Not forward to what really is true.

Do you ever look up into clear skies at night

And ponder how far the black goes?

Astronomer's speak of the light years beyond

And that only adds to our woes.

Why can't they admit that infinity's real

That it's not only a word but a fact.

It's endless out there or so it would seem,

Or is it all just a bit of an act?

Is our universe contained in a bubble of time

That our minds cannot begin to explain?

Does it expand with the passing of time

Then go plop and start over again?

But who blows the bubble to start the process

And who decides it's time to restart?

Its the Lord God above, it can only be He;

And I believe that with all of my heart.