John Bartholomew

John Bartholomew Feb 12

Daffodil

Winter is done as the sun now appears
Jackets and scarfs put away for the year
The birds start to sing a now cheery song
Those glum faces, now suddenly all gone
Weddings arrive as we hear the bells ring
A sign to smile as we step into spring
Temperatures rise as we lose the chill
As a sure sign were blooming,
with a sight to behold,
our first yellow daffodil

JJB

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John Bartholomew Feb 11

Coma

Waking from my slumber
Thinking God now had my number
Every machine beeping, attached to these tubes
The rest of my life, now using easy access ****
Used to love reading the paper whilst on the loo
Now manual evacuation, just to do a poo
My skin and my bones now always laid bare
Getting used to this life, in my wheelchair

JJB

John Bartholomew Feb 7

One Last Breath

As I lay here thinking
Blinking
Rapidly sinking
Before I say goodbye
I tried
With a teardrop I cried
Not to wake from this sleep
Those demons creep
In thoughts, now, so deep
As I struggle for air
To do is to dare
Like anybody cared
To leave this life unto our certain death
I just wondered why,
with that,
One
Last
Breath

JJB

John Bartholomew Feb 4

The Quiet Man

Reticent, but with a few tricks
He picked his pulls, all brain stored licks
Watching, with an eagle eyed gaze
Scaning the room, to pick his weekly feed through the haze
Cheekbones as sharp as a knife
A model looking man, he'd known all his life
Playing on his suave, deep set demeanor
The female would brood, some subtle, others much keener
But always watching, keeping just still
Some like him to swallow, for their need, an easy pill
Others devour any chance they can
But some just want the silent type,
yes him,

The Quiet Man

JJB

John Bartholomew Jan 23

Hope

She wallows in self pity
Loves to catastrophize
Likes to live in the lows
Avoiding the everyday highs
But you can still stand, still talk, still walk
Just practice again and again
From 5 onto 6, 7 onto 8
you'll soon be 10 out of 10
It's life changing when having a stroke
But carry on fighting,
As we all have that one thing,
Hope

JJB

John Bartholomew Jan 11

Hollywood Fires

A glimmer of hope
Through the lingering smoke
The cough I know as my wife's
As she ran to my arms
In the background smoke alarms
Still ringing like we couldn't see the fires
Whilst the news just made hearts sink
Of this, you really wouldn't think
In California, no technology, to battle such things
From the beach up unto the forest banks
Celebrity houses gone, Mel Gibson to Tom Hanks
No money can put out such ferocious natural turmoil
But there is always hope
So let's splutter through the choke
And rebuild after the fire and the Hollywood smoke

JJB

John Bartholomew Jan 4

Little Creatures

Sitting, waiting, hoping
With my head in my hands
These little things in life
That no one understands
Your son
Your daughter
Your dog or your cat
The love you just lost
Looking at where they once sat
That empty space where no hole can ever fill
Recalling memories for a quick fix,
But no soul, could ever fit the bill

I still miss you

JJB