Thanks to Dan , who's poem got my writing mind to thinking. This pure fixation , this poem/story is the result.
The battery of me mobile goon flat , so I did worn
I were coming home to you
It were a lovely summers day , aye it were that
I put me key in the lock of our front dore
Let me self in , your cent gently carest my senses
welcomed me home
I called out too you , '' hi lass''
Got no cheery , '' hi your self , Archibald ''
When you were a bit angry , with me you'd
Call me by me fall personal
I recond you'd be a bit angry wear me
As I'd not called thee first , lass
I thought thee were out ,lass
So I went ter kitchen , make a brew
Make a pot fer when theed get back
From where theed goon
I put the kettle on the gas ring
Porde a glass of , water , lass, it were
Such a worm summers day
I looked out the window
To see , thee , my Abergel , my lass
Only I calld you Abergel , all others calld
Thee , Abergel , you were and always will , be
Speshall to me , so I called you Abergel
I remember you through the years saying to
People you we met '' call me Abby '' ''only Archy
Calls me Abergel '' theed say wear a smile
Defieing them to call you Abegel , none
Realisde just , only thee and me know
Just why
I saw you the back guardan , picking
Flower and blossom petals
To create your own perfume
How many people had commented thee's
Perfume , asking what it were called , where
Theed go it from , ''I fore get'' you always replied
With your defiering smile of yours
Then you got up from your knees , basket full
Oh the smile, how many times has that samile
Got us throug so much over the years a samile
So worm , so strong , that got us through so much
Over the years
It were and is the smiling green eyes , that made
Life not so bad
Even wen we so broke , we'd tare sofer ,
Arm cheairs apart looking fore any loose copers
Waiting fore that rainy day, and Abbygel , lass
Weave had a few over the years , aye we did that
Then you strech your arms , your basket full of petals
You danse , you sing , your so happy , and so am I
As I watch you , you with out a care nor worry no
More , we'd had I unfair share of those
As I watch you lass , my cheeks are worm
Absently , I put a finger there
To fin d them wet , dame , would you beleve it
I were crying , not sobbing , just crying
As my love fore you shed a few tears of my love fore thee
My lass , my so , so sweet Abbygel
How you danced , that sweet summers afternoon , lass
I brecks the spell , '' hi , Abbygel'' '' I'm home lass''
You stop your danceing and singing '' Archy?'' That
You lad?'' , '' who else would it be , lass''
Thees , fancey man?''' ,''nay'' , '' he came not
five minuets , after , thee , went out , this morning!''
'' You silly bugger '' says thee
'' You could have given me a call , Archy , pet''
''Battery's flat'' ,'' made a brew, love''
''Rite , lad'' ,'' I'll be right in''
So we sat and drank our tea.
Ken D Williams ( THE DYSLIXIC POET )
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Poetry by ken d williams
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Written on 2008-03-27 at 22:33
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I CAME HOME TO FIND THEE IN OUR GARDAN
I came home early , with out warningThe battery of me mobile goon flat , so I did worn
I were coming home to you
It were a lovely summers day , aye it were that
I put me key in the lock of our front dore
Let me self in , your cent gently carest my senses
welcomed me home
I called out too you , '' hi lass''
Got no cheery , '' hi your self , Archibald ''
When you were a bit angry , with me you'd
Call me by me fall personal
I recond you'd be a bit angry wear me
As I'd not called thee first , lass
I thought thee were out ,lass
So I went ter kitchen , make a brew
Make a pot fer when theed get back
From where theed goon
I put the kettle on the gas ring
Porde a glass of , water , lass, it were
Such a worm summers day
I looked out the window
To see , thee , my Abergel , my lass
Only I calld you Abergel , all others calld
Thee , Abergel , you were and always will , be
Speshall to me , so I called you Abergel
I remember you through the years saying to
People you we met '' call me Abby '' ''only Archy
Calls me Abergel '' theed say wear a smile
Defieing them to call you Abegel , none
Realisde just , only thee and me know
Just why
I saw you the back guardan , picking
Flower and blossom petals
To create your own perfume
How many people had commented thee's
Perfume , asking what it were called , where
Theed go it from , ''I fore get'' you always replied
With your defiering smile of yours
Then you got up from your knees , basket full
Oh the smile, how many times has that samile
Got us throug so much over the years a samile
So worm , so strong , that got us through so much
Over the years
It were and is the smiling green eyes , that made
Life not so bad
Even wen we so broke , we'd tare sofer ,
Arm cheairs apart looking fore any loose copers
Waiting fore that rainy day, and Abbygel , lass
Weave had a few over the years , aye we did that
Then you strech your arms , your basket full of petals
You danse , you sing , your so happy , and so am I
As I watch you , you with out a care nor worry no
More , we'd had I unfair share of those
As I watch you lass , my cheeks are worm
Absently , I put a finger there
To fin d them wet , dame , would you beleve it
I were crying , not sobbing , just crying
As my love fore you shed a few tears of my love fore thee
My lass , my so , so sweet Abbygel
How you danced , that sweet summers afternoon , lass
I brecks the spell , '' hi , Abbygel'' '' I'm home lass''
You stop your danceing and singing '' Archy?'' That
You lad?'' , '' who else would it be , lass''
Thees , fancey man?''' ,''nay'' , '' he came not
five minuets , after , thee , went out , this morning!''
'' You silly bugger '' says thee
'' You could have given me a call , Archy , pet''
''Battery's flat'' ,'' made a brew, love''
''Rite , lad'' ,'' I'll be right in''
So we sat and drank our tea.
Ken D Williams ( THE DYSLIXIC POET )
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Poetry by ken d williams
Read 670 times
Written on 2008-03-27 at 22:33
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