HALLOWEEN

I do not believe in magic - Only the
Sort you can make -
I do not believe in ghosts - They’re -
Just memories that bake!
I do not believe in miracles -
For they often go so wrong.
And I do not believe in the un-dead -
For once you are dead - you are long gone!
I do not believe in hauntings -
I do not believe in gore!
I only believe in the now and then -
For what is heaven for?
When we go - we go for ever
But our spirit plays a large part.
It stays deep in the family -
Alive in loved one’s heart
So no - I do not believe in Halloween -
Seems silly in every way
I’d rather go to the church in the morning
And for lost souls simply pray.

V M Cubitt
(October 2017)

BACK TO THE BEGINNING

Where is the start of every beginning!
Or do we say we have begun -
At some date - when humans are living -
Or maybe when we had a sun!
When a bang started it all -
Or for some it may have been last week.
Or when the sky started to fall -
And no solace or shelter to seek.
Some will argue it was before the war -
But we’ve had so many - does it count!
And others swear the whole core -
Came from a mountain or a mount -
But I believe the beginning is where
You wish to start.
And it can be just anywhere at all -
From your head - or a windowsill - even
From your heart -
Looking down - middle or tall!
So, we shall start at the beginning -
Go in steps - jumps - occasional hop -
And once we are there - at the end -
That’s when we shall all stop!

V M Cubitt
(June 2017)

CLIMB A MOUNTAIN or a MOLE HOLE

Whatever your age - gender or need
Whatever your pace - fast or slow speed
Climb a hill!

Whatever your health - slim or fat.
Whatever your colour - brown - white or black!
Climb a hill!

Whatever your hobby - clever or dumb -
Wearing a coat that belongs to your Mum,
Just climb a hill!

Wherever - whoever - whatever still
Climb a hill!

V M Cubitt
(2015)

PAINT A PICTURE WITH WORDS

I try to paint a picture -
I do my very best -
I mix and blend the colours -
And even tones I test -
I see the image clearly -
There before my eyes.
But what I see and what comes out
Is a total strange surprise!
The blue I chose looks a sickly green -
The red comes out as muddy brown -
And as forgery - chuck it away -
For it is worse than rain on any day.
My face upon the body - is wobbly
And nose and ears seem knobbly -
But with no chin - no space to paint in
I think my portrait has gone away.
And a cartoon of a caveman
stands there -
I stand and stare -
And carefully, I pack my art
And paints away !
That’s quite
Enough - for one day!

V M Cubitt
(Summer 2015)

WEDDING BELLS

Hear that eerie sound - echoing around -
Listen to the message that it's sending.
It's seeking you to bless - with joy and happiness -
To fill those days with love - never-ending.
Even doves that coo - if too, they only knew -
Would sing - like nightingales in springtime.
They would keep in tune - they dare not rest too soon -
Before two hearts are one - forever entwined.
Exchange the golden ring - angels above will sing -
Blue's a patch of sky - everything is bright -
And listen to the beat - the tappings of the feet -
Welcome the deep peals - of sheer delight.
There's music rich for two - the future's bright for you -
For every song that has been sung - brings a word of joy -
Give your love quite free too - promise to be ever true.
And always leave some inner self - a part of you that's coy -
For when the day is over - the bells will stop and rest -
And the life you now will lead - will be heaven-blessed.
Still floating on the breeze - will be notes that tease
And in the final beat will be - a message clear -
Never turn your back upon - the life you have now -
And always say a loving thing - making sure he's heard.
Smile at him when talking - smile at him when sleeping
Smile at him when walking - or when not in his sight -
Smile at him while eating - smile for ever keeping -
A special smile at waking - and see him smile at you!

V M Cubitt