On crisp sunbright mornings
As the wind swirls and scatters
Golden brown leaves far and wide,
I hear children calling,
Their laughter echoes through the air.
How I miss the days when my children
then grandchildren
Helped me gather fallen leaves.
On sunny Autumn days.
It took longer but the fun we had
Gathering leaves into mounds of colour.
That where just to tempting for little ones
Who dived flaying arms and legs
Onto the pile of dry crisp leaves.
The golden shower kicked high into the air
Rained down on happy faces.
As we played amidst the laughter
On a sunny autumn day.
It takes time and patience
To tidy an Autumn garden.
Energy and motivation is now my enemy.
No more little helpers
No more happy laughter.
Just lost moments to recall
on sunny Autumn Days.
VCook2009
Wednesday 28 October 2009
Monday 21 September 2009
The Sea, She Claims Me.
The sea she claims me,
She sends her arms onto the shore
To embrace me.
Joyfully I walk into the sea.
She holds me and together we are one.
Floating away under the warmth of the sun.
Swimming we stretch and pull together
In the current and motion of her underbelly.
In the deep dark interior of her form
I see a multitude of magical lights
,Enclosing me like a colourful shawl
A Kaleidoscope of red blue and green.
Fish large and small welcome me to their domain.
I sleep surrounded by her love
Hear her music deep inside me.
I smile, feel calm, at peace.
Here is where I will stay, happy to be
Under the sea
In a world new to me
Calm, happy and free.
Val Cook 2006
She sends her arms onto the shore
To embrace me.
Joyfully I walk into the sea.
She holds me and together we are one.
Floating away under the warmth of the sun.
Swimming we stretch and pull together
In the current and motion of her underbelly.
In the deep dark interior of her form
I see a multitude of magical lights
,Enclosing me like a colourful shawl
A Kaleidoscope of red blue and green.
Fish large and small welcome me to their domain.
I sleep surrounded by her love
Hear her music deep inside me.
I smile, feel calm, at peace.
Here is where I will stay, happy to be
Under the sea
In a world new to me
Calm, happy and free.
Val Cook 2006
Why
Lake Coniston CumbriaWhy when we walk through a place of un timed beauty
Touched by seasons, but never loosing that special appeal.
We hold our breath and feel uplifted and amazed.
Touched by seasons, but never loosing that special appeal.
We hold our breath and feel uplifted and amazed.
Why when we see a child with an open innocent face and trusting eyes
We gasp and look with longing at our past innocence.
Then feel a sadness, mixed with joy for that child`s passage through life.
We gasp and look with longing at our past innocence.
Then feel a sadness, mixed with joy for that child`s passage through life.
Why when we hear music so special that it touches our inner core
And fills our body for a brief time, with longing
As we remember with a smile or a frown lost loves.
And fills our body for a brief time, with longing
As we remember with a smile or a frown lost loves.
Why do we constantly search for perfection in ourselves and others
When we have today and tomorrow to accept
That all around us, we will find less than perfection.
When we have today and tomorrow to accept
That all around us, we will find less than perfection.
Why when we feel dissatisfied and sadness
Don’t we balance this, with a love of life itself..
So we may find life`s imperfections a perfect foil for peace of mind.
Don’t we balance this, with a love of life itself..
So we may find life`s imperfections a perfect foil for peace of mind.
Val Cook 2009
Sunday 6 September 2009
Bad Dreams
Let me interpret your dreams
And all will become clear.
Prophetic or persistent
Help is always near.
Are you falling forever
Are you drowning in the deep.
Has your love one got another
Do you suffer lack of sleep.
If you dream of Frogs you `ll be successful
And your friends true and sincere.
Wearing a helmet will give you
A protective atmosphere.
But see it on another
Many problems reappear.
Dream of coconuts
Gifts and money ,
Will put you in good cheer.
But if nightmares stalk and haunt you
Through the dark winter night.
And you hear the weirdest noises
As you lie awake in fright.
Its just your imagination
That’s playing tricks on you.
So you see there is an answer
For all dreams that may be bad
I think it could be down to
All that Turkey that you had.
If your dreams are so dramatic
That you wake up in a sweat
Then you must look for a reason
And the reason is I bet
Its possible you have eaten
Something heavy something strong
Or drunk more of the hard stuff
Than your usual, am I wrong?
Val Cook 2008
Wednesday 22 April 2009
This poem came about on my last visit to Perth to see my daughter and grandchildren. There comes a time in all parents lives when they realise they are surplus to needs. I have no doubt my family love me and appreciate all the help given in the past,but when grandchildren get older and families dynamics change grandparents can be in the way. I just felt very lonely during this last visit and wanted to go home.
A Mothers Soliloquy
Good Morning Australia
How will this day be.
I know that tears and sorrow
Will be with me.
Where will I go
Who will I see.
This is not my home
This is not where I should be.
The sun is shining
It’s a bright new day.
But all who love and need me
Are far far away.
I hear birds singing
They are singing to me.
Go home and be happy
This is not the place to be.
I walk on the beach
Watch children at play.
Paddle through the surf
With feelings of dismay .
Listen to the sea-
Calling to me .
Go home and be happy
This is not the place to be .
I return across the oval
Sausages sizzle on the grill.
The BBQs are firing up
The Stubbies nicely chill .
The wind whistles through the trees
Urging me persistently.
Go home and be happy
This is not where you should be.
I came to see my daughter
Who left our cold wet land.
To start life anew
I came to see first hand .
Her home and lifestyle
Was she happy in the sun.
As much as I miss her
I have accepted what she`s done .
Achieved everything she said she would
On this sunny southern shore.
So now I can go home
And worry, no more.
VCook 2008
I have no idea why I wrote this poem,maybe something I had read in the news or seen on TV.
I can see the logic in these words and many follow the Naturalists Code all over the world. I wish I had the nerve.
The Human Form.
Why are people so afraid of the human form
Celebrated from dusk to dawn, where non conform.
When challenged they act quite naive
Become embarrassed when we just slip a sleeve.
To take our clothes off can be a sin
In some company that you are in.
Doctors nurses all agree
We are all the same, you and me.
Some cover their eyes snigger and turn away
When ever the body is on display.
Its seen as lecherous in thought word and deed
To have this unnatural need,
To celebrate the human form.
So speak out create a storm
Stand out from all the rest
To be judged as the best
Is an accolade of the highest degree.
But its really not for me.
Its beautiful wondrous and unique to behold
What God has given. We are told
That it is bad and non PC to enjoy the sight
Of men and women and what they look like
In the buff and looking good.
They are proud and so we should
Give our support to this style of undress
Hey.
Life is for living
Hang-ups are for the Psychiatrist couch.
Val Cook 2009
These poems don`t need any explanation.Life has many twists and turns.
“I do not enter silence it enters me”
Ezra Pound.
Solitude
Empty rooms that echo silence.
Empty heart that loudly beats.
Empty arms that ache to hold you,
Cold and numb that nothing heats.
Thinking of our time together.
Thinking of why you left.
Thinking of my world without you,
Cold and lonely so bereft.
Wondering where you are today.
Wondering why you would not stay.
Wondering did you ever love me,
Cold and silent since you went away.
Do you ever think about me
Do you ever wish you had stayed
Do you know how much I miss you
Cold and desolate since you went away
If you knew that I forgive you
If you knew that I still cared
If you returned my arms would hold you
Warm and loving our hearts repaired.
Val Cook 2002
Free my Mind
Halt who goes there?
I am not alone
So you beware.
You have no right
To invade my mind.
Your a memory
Of the worst kind.
I thought I`d seen the last of you
I havent a clue
How you break through
Into my mind.
So go away don’t torture me
All I want is to be free.
Free from all thoughts of you
But It`s so hard what can I do.
To free myself of thoughts of you.
Val Cook 2006
These two poems go together,poetry can be a kind of therapy
especially in emotional times. Divorce after 40years of marriage can be difficult to purge.
Broken Heart
Where is the love that once was ours
How many years has it been?
Since you took the sun and left me showers
How much rain have I seen?
My broken heart will never heal
The fissure is deep and wide
With only a superficial seal.
That opens and bleeds inside
When all the hurt is again revealed
By the memories I thought where sealed.
The knife that cut was long and thin
Silent as it slid right in.
It gave me pain that I could not bear
So hot and searing was the tear.
That ripped my heart so deep and wide
And I cried as I have never cried.
I swore, stamped and got up steam
To howl and scream as in a dream.
I was angry, despondent, suicidal and mad
The love was gone the love I had.
Betrayed dejected depressed and alone
I felt my heart turn to stone.
My Hearts Triumphant Cry
This day I will remember
As the first day in my life,
When I rose and realised
That I was now, no ones wife.
The feeling, the elation
Was a great exciting buzz.
Truly liberating, there
Would be no more of Us. I
Can come and go at leisure.
Buy without consent, all the
Fripperies a female wants
With complete abandonment.
Will this make me happier,
I won’t know till I try. But
I will go from strength to strength
Is my hearts triumphant cry.
Val Cook 2001
It Was Then
Heartbreak
A time of
Fleeting moments.
That grip the heart
Assault the mind.
Loyalty and love
Cast aside
Life became unbearable
Has no meaning.
Despair and loneliness
Fill the day.
It was sad
It was bad
It was then.
Val Cook 2006
A Mothers Soliloquy
Good Morning Australia
How will this day be.
I know that tears and sorrow
Will be with me.
Where will I go
Who will I see.
This is not my home
This is not where I should be.
The sun is shining
It’s a bright new day.
But all who love and need me
Are far far away.
I hear birds singing
They are singing to me.
Go home and be happy
This is not the place to be.
I walk on the beach
Watch children at play.
Paddle through the surf
With feelings of dismay .
Listen to the sea-
Calling to me .
Go home and be happy
This is not the place to be .
I return across the oval
Sausages sizzle on the grill.
The BBQs are firing up
The Stubbies nicely chill .
The wind whistles through the trees
Urging me persistently.
Go home and be happy
This is not where you should be.
I came to see my daughter
Who left our cold wet land.
To start life anew
I came to see first hand .
Her home and lifestyle
Was she happy in the sun.
As much as I miss her
I have accepted what she`s done .
Achieved everything she said she would
On this sunny southern shore.
So now I can go home
And worry, no more.
VCook 2008
I have no idea why I wrote this poem,maybe something I had read in the news or seen on TV.
I can see the logic in these words and many follow the Naturalists Code all over the world. I wish I had the nerve.
The Human Form.
Why are people so afraid of the human form
Celebrated from dusk to dawn, where non conform.
When challenged they act quite naive
Become embarrassed when we just slip a sleeve.
To take our clothes off can be a sin
In some company that you are in.
Doctors nurses all agree
We are all the same, you and me.
Some cover their eyes snigger and turn away
When ever the body is on display.
Its seen as lecherous in thought word and deed
To have this unnatural need,
To celebrate the human form.
So speak out create a storm
Stand out from all the rest
To be judged as the best
Is an accolade of the highest degree.
But its really not for me.
Its beautiful wondrous and unique to behold
What God has given. We are told
That it is bad and non PC to enjoy the sight
Of men and women and what they look like
In the buff and looking good.
They are proud and so we should
Give our support to this style of undress
Hey.
Life is for living
Hang-ups are for the Psychiatrist couch.
Val Cook 2009
These poems don`t need any explanation.Life has many twists and turns.
“I do not enter silence it enters me”
Ezra Pound.
Solitude
Empty rooms that echo silence.
Empty heart that loudly beats.
Empty arms that ache to hold you,
Cold and numb that nothing heats.
Thinking of our time together.
Thinking of why you left.
Thinking of my world without you,
Cold and lonely so bereft.
Wondering where you are today.
Wondering why you would not stay.
Wondering did you ever love me,
Cold and silent since you went away.
Do you ever think about me
Do you ever wish you had stayed
Do you know how much I miss you
Cold and desolate since you went away
If you knew that I forgive you
If you knew that I still cared
If you returned my arms would hold you
Warm and loving our hearts repaired.
Val Cook 2002
Free my Mind
Halt who goes there?
I am not alone
So you beware.
You have no right
To invade my mind.
Your a memory
Of the worst kind.
I thought I`d seen the last of you
I havent a clue
How you break through
Into my mind.
So go away don’t torture me
All I want is to be free.
Free from all thoughts of you
But It`s so hard what can I do.
To free myself of thoughts of you.
Val Cook 2006
These two poems go together,poetry can be a kind of therapy
especially in emotional times. Divorce after 40years of marriage can be difficult to purge.
Broken Heart
Where is the love that once was ours
How many years has it been?
Since you took the sun and left me showers
How much rain have I seen?
My broken heart will never heal
The fissure is deep and wide
With only a superficial seal.
That opens and bleeds inside
When all the hurt is again revealed
By the memories I thought where sealed.
The knife that cut was long and thin
Silent as it slid right in.
It gave me pain that I could not bear
So hot and searing was the tear.
That ripped my heart so deep and wide
And I cried as I have never cried.
I swore, stamped and got up steam
To howl and scream as in a dream.
I was angry, despondent, suicidal and mad
The love was gone the love I had.
Betrayed dejected depressed and alone
I felt my heart turn to stone.
My Hearts Triumphant Cry
This day I will remember
As the first day in my life,
When I rose and realised
That I was now, no ones wife.
The feeling, the elation
Was a great exciting buzz.
Truly liberating, there
Would be no more of Us. I
Can come and go at leisure.
Buy without consent, all the
Fripperies a female wants
With complete abandonment.
Will this make me happier,
I won’t know till I try. But
I will go from strength to strength
Is my hearts triumphant cry.
Val Cook 2001
It Was Then
Heartbreak
A time of
Fleeting moments.
That grip the heart
Assault the mind.
Loyalty and love
Cast aside
Life became unbearable
Has no meaning.
Despair and loneliness
Fill the day.
It was sad
It was bad
It was then.
Val Cook 2006
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