Category: Poems

I had a Monkey Once

I had a monkey once

we called him Tiddler

He stayed with us for only one day

then we had to give him away

you see he was rescued by the ship’s chief engineer

who could not bear

what he did see

a little African grass monkey tide to a tree

pulling on a rope but could not get free

a woman kept him captive on this rope

He sat all alone looking lost with no life hope

So the chief engineer brought him on board my father’s ship

But ship’s company said little Tiddler monkey was not hip

They all said he had to leave the ship

Mother said he could come home with me

I thought we could share our tea

Now I must say

that day

our home was not quite right for monkey

who definitely wanted to be free

His stay with us lasted only one day and one night

the mess he wreaked was such a devastating sight

Mother said he had to go

Where? at that time she did not know

we put him into a cat travel cage

He flew into such a rage

jumping up and down

then turning round and round

Mother made a telephone call or two

Then said she now knew what to do

we were to take him to the vet

to find a new life the best yet

he would go for a lifelong sleep

my heart and eye began to weep

for this little bundle of skin and bone

with feet and hands that looked like my own

we ended up in the veterinary office

where the vet was no monkey novice

He said ‘Oh just what I wanted to find

To add to this little zoo of mine!’

My tears changed two happy smiles

I felt I could hop skip and jump for miles

especially when I got back to school

I found something wonderful and cool

my classroom friend was the vet’s daughter!

We shared lots of laughter

When she told me every day

about this monkey and his play

he grew into a handsome chap

specially when she dressed him in a fine coat and hat

He grew up became true to his wild state

He just had to escape

his cage, his garden, his monkey pen

nothing could hold him in

So they changed his name

because of this game

to escape artist

That was the last I heard of Tiddles

my African grass monkey

now if you find him any day

remember he likes to play

run away

Copyright @ Demici @ September 21 2024

When Life is Easy

When life is easy
Rest a while
Stop, look, listen
Read a book!

Take the time to find the line
That you have may be lost
Sit enjoy the sun’s hot ray
Get ready to face a new day

When life is hard
Know that this is the card
Of your learning
Of your yearning
Grit your teeth
And grow the right way
To sit enjoy the sun’s hot ray
That dawns on this new day

Look back no more
Close the door
To your anguish
Do not languish
In the twilight
Of your winter’s night
Walk tall through tomorrow’s gate
So you no more have to wait
So you can sit in the sun’s hot ray
Of this your brand new day.

Copy right @ Demici
Monday, 28 February 2011

1

The Sparrow Sat

In judgment I sit in self-love or self-hate

Live in the words of those who stand at my gate

Hold the views of others I choose

And find that I sometimes win more often I lose

Now comes the time that I count to nine

And see that I don’t have to toe your line

Of judgment or being your time on a string

And find that I can let my soul sing

Yes did you see it happen like a bud on a tree

I was that bud that liberated me

I sat in the dew of life love beauty and strife

And saw that I could rebuild my life

Now how did this happen this wondrous thing

It was when I cut those words that sting

Cut them all each one at a time

And found that the ring was only a line

Yes judgement can hold it can keep you small

And then you realize it has no power at all

As that soul tree inside grows it shows the falsity in the reap and sew

Remember that knowledge in seeds can only come from the me the one I know.

We have many depths many twists and turns

And all words from judgment help the way one learns

Now funny thing happened when I no longer heard your voice singing. 

I saw the line counted one to nine then set my freedom bells ringing

So now all I ask is I don’t complete the task

Of building a new set of judgment rules

That aids you /me to lose.

Rosemary Sladden @ 08 Feb 2018

1

Hideaway in creation

Mind pictures peace place

Physicality grown out of space

Restrictions fly in dormant eye

While mind creation expands time and place

No more restrictions elastic dictaions misplace

Meanings gather speed and hide all misdeed

Moss holds no rolling stone

while man holds wild hand gun

Or yet the lash of the tongue

fed by the spark of an eye

Truth is not a miss-judgment

It is but time spent

living with many points of view

Where one has taken on life’s acceptance hue

No more restrictions

From miss judged dedicatons

I therefore resign my attention

To your suggestion

Abdicate my cogitation and regain my sanity

Dis-own all novelty of new thinking philosophy

Return to the now of daily living physicality

Demici copyright @ 14 February 2022

1

The time has come

The time has come they said
When tiredness would flood my head
When working nine to five
Would eat my soul alive
When stacking shelves late at night
Just to keep the budget right
Would make me fall apart
And stop my playing the part
Of mother,father, bread winner
Councilor, miricle worker and home maker
I had to stop and look at me
When my head forgot to see
That health and wealth
Do not live on the same shelf
One walks in corporate ways
The other in balmy country days

Copyright Demici @ 13 January 2022

1

Did you call

To show me as you did how to live.

You can only see what is reveled to you when the light shines upon it.
How many time have I blinked
When I thought I saw you by my sink.
How many years did I cry
When I wanted you to be near by

I see
Nature plays tricks with the light
I feel, think, see, you in the dark 
In the tree bark in the door frame
When I thought I saw diamond
glistening in the ridges, dancing in the hedges.
Thought I heard you call my name
When the wind blew down the chimney stacks.
But no one came

I tried to dry your teary eyes
I did let the wind carry my voice
I was part if that tree bark
Imagination is a fleeting glance
A tool for energy dance
We can only meet where open minds want to know and see more.
Please don’t ever close fascinations door. 
For I will call when you are ready to let go the shroud of fear. 
My little one I am always here. 

Copyright @ Demici 11.45 Thursday 10th October 2019.

Today is

Today is the first day

Today is number one

Today I forget yesterday

Today is when my life is begun

I stand in this place between the two worlds

Half regretting half expecting

Definitely excited and running

For today as I said is the day

When I begin to play

I’m done with yesterday

Tomorrow may not have time to play

I do it right they’ll be no more night

For today will be today

There will always be played