Poetry by Gordon Mays Baird

 

 

“"I was born with an enormous need for affection, and a terrible need to give it."”

  Audrey Hepburn quote : Adopted by Gordon Mays Baird

 

The above saying may help to explain my poetical writings.

My whole being is filled with emotions.

 I found out a way to help to describe the feelings deep within me was to write poetry.

I hope you like at least a little of my work.

 

 

AGE

Age is always busy even in the deepest recession.

She has a compressor and has blown up my body to twice its normal size.

She has a fine chisel and a hammer she uses to etch lines in my face and where they are most noticeable.

Her best friend Rust is allowed to get into my joints, laughing at my struggles.

Everything she uses has illness on it and suffering.

She has altered my eyesight and the wonderful girls don’t seem as lovely as they once did. Yet some are so beautiful that they make me weak.

She has turned blood pressure against me instead of working for me.

If I try a smile she makes it look like a leer.

The best and greatest trick is that she has made me invisible!

She is so busy, as I know that there are many others that she is working on.

 

 

AGEING

The years fall upon my body

But leave the brain alone

So I feel a prisoner of flesh and bone

And pain becomes my hobby

I still remember being handsome and bright

But can only hide myself now

Few gifts god, to me can endow

As mirror looking becomes a fright

When face to face with Angles I stand

Will they know my face?

Will they know I lived with grace

And welcome me with open hand?

 

 

Colours of Love

When a rainbow kissed a star,

the colours could be seen from afar.

On gentle love they float to earth,

To show the World their priceless worth.

On landing they blossomed and flowered.

Gifts for you and me they showered,

In colours of love of rainbow star,

To colour the world, near and far.

A blossom head in yellow or pink

Can surely only make you think

Of me, my love, my rainbow gift.

And heal my broken heart in rift.

 

 

Colours of Michele Dawn

White veined marble spires and domes,

reaching to heaven and the warmth of the sun.

Shocking bright red cardinals in dim churches,

Waiting for their lord to come.

 

Bright crosses in red and gold.

Colourful pictures of glass

Silent posed white statues,

Just waiting for time to pass.

 

Bright skies striking blue lagoon,

A city of people afloat

Red bell towers that ring on Sundays,

Ripples of water running along a dark boat.

 

Grey stonewalls of lichen green,

Drinking the morning dew

Writhing there way from field to field

Across the country view.

 

Nestled deep in shiny dale.

Lay Small blue slate towns.

Covered in sparkling raindroped sunlight,

Glittering like Royal crowns.

 

Of a gentle soul, and warm love,

Remembered for all of time.

Now with bright white angeled wings

Sending messages of love from above.

 

Smile on her face heart and stamp in hand,

All greeted with loving grace.

Yet still dreaming of another land.

Another time. Another place.

 

 

Dark hair

Dark hair falling on white pillow case

When my love leaves there is no trace

I ache to see my love again

Dark hair on white pillow case

Eyes closed in perfect grace

She holds heart with just a look

With perfect eyes with perfect face

A morning of sadness and tears

Yet the joy of love lasted years

The pillow has only a imprint

For she has found better, a man of peers

 

 

Darkness

I was born into darkness

And books showed me the stars.

I looked up, and stepped towards the stars,

And fell into darkness.

 

 

The Voice of God

God spoke to me one day in a very strange way

He told me of life and sin

He told me how to live my life in his way

To learn to love and forgive a sin

God spoke in a loving way

He told me, ordinary people let Hitler in

He told me of the evil Hitler created Hitler’s way

He told me of wide open doors to let another in.

God spoke to me of love, the greatest power

He told me how we need to learn to love

He told me how children should never cower

We must teach them to love.

God spoke of manners we all must learn

He told me how they help us live together

He told me the poor must not be spurned

But loved like every one, then friends we will gather

God said he was up early and lit the sun

He said he made the rabbits run

He told me we must have fun

And not be sad when to him we had to come

 

 

I am Big now

I have to be strong when the thunder crashes and the lightning flashes.

I feel the cold rain and I can feel pain

I can dress myself and I can bless myself to sleep at night.

I am just aged two yet how to take a beating I know.

I don’t cry as nobody cares, except my tormentor. Why please his ears.

I am hidden in a room, help may come soon.

I am a grown man now, I still don’t cry but you may see a tear in my eye.

I am strong when the thunder crashes and the lightning flashes.

I am aged four.

 

 

The Moon

I know that darn moon can see my love

I know he doesn’t care

I look at the moon for I care

If every night I look up, maybe she will too

Maybe she is mourning our lost love too

I hope we meet again, my love and I.

 

 

Just a Dream

 

I sit and slip into a dream

Of things and how they could have been

Of deep love that brushed my heart and cheeks

Of pain, of loss, of despair lasting for weeks

I sit and slip into a dream

Of new love so deep and keen

Of hair brushing a tearful cheek

Of the joy of holding a lover week after week

I sit and slip into a dream

Of lost love and angels on the bed

Of the people who helped with a smile, and a nod of head

Of the many loved souls gone ahead

I sit and slip into a dream

Of people that just brushed my life

I wake to know the angles are real

And thank god for all the people that feel

And love and care

 

 

Dos and Don’ts of Love

I don’t know why I love you

But I do

I do know that I need you

Because I do

I know you stole my soul

Because I know

I do love you

I am sorry that I love you

 

 

The Eyes

I gently held the hand of the girl I loved telling her of my day and new work.

She was looking at a man who said he would make her a star.

I held the hand of my friend telling her of my day and new work.

As I looked she was looking into my eyes!

 

 

Another Dream

I had a dream I had a dream

Of maiden fair of talking with eyes

With glints of gold of laying in grass

Within her hair under deep blue skies

I had a dream I had a dream

Her mind was bright but the dream is gone

And open wide for now my heart

And learning right is filled with song

For reality is here

I had a dream in beauteous form

Of beauty rare

Of flowing grace

So very rare

I had a dream

Of souls in tune

Hearts bonded

Under a bright moon

I had a dream

Her mind was bright

And open wide

And learning right

I had a dream

Of lovely form

Sleek and slim

Not the norm

I had a dream

Of laughter gay

Mouth open

In a lovely way

I had a dream

Of head in lap

Eyes closed

In a loving nap

I had a dream

Of being a king

To be loved

To hear bells ring

I had a dream

Of being in love

With maiden fair

Tied close hand in glove

 

 

Just a Dream

 

I sit and slip into a dream

Of things and how they could have been

Of deep love that brushed my heart and cheeks

Of pain, of loss, of despair lasting for weeks

I sit and slip into a dream

Of new love so deep and keen

Of hair brushing a tearful cheek

Of the joy of holding a lover week after week

I sit and slip into a dream

Of lost love and angels on the bed

Of the people who helped with a smile, and a nod of head

Of the many loved souls gone ahead

I sit and slip into a dream

Of people that just brushed my life

I wake to know the angles are real

And thank god for all the people that feel

And love and care

 

 

GODS GIFTS

I took away a butterfly’s wings

I took away what makes a bird sing

It was the only way I could win her love

Now she trills and sings and flies on gossamer wings,

I think talents and gifts are wonderful things,

And are better shared.

 

 

Is this her

Is it her at last?

Walking into my life’,

Her that I have looked for

With the long dark hair?

I see she cares

I know her class by the clothes she wares

I look deep into her gentle eyes

And see love.

I want to care for her so much

I want to smell her hair

As we cuddle by a fire.

All of my poetry all of my feelings are just for her

At last our hands hold each other tight

Sadly it is just a handshake

She is 25

I am 65 my time is gone: its over.

 

 

LAST REFLECTIONS

I see you

You are love

You are me because without you

I become nothing

I talk to you, you hear,

But do believe what I say

Do you know that I love you?

Does it matter if I care.

I can only say words that I have heard before,

Said somewhere in my past

If I could say I love you in some other way

I would say it forever,

I need you now, always,

Your happiness makes me complete

For you there is love

For me without nothing -------- Nothing!

 

 

Lost Love

 

One day you turned and walked away

I knew I would never see you again

I hoped we had said all we had to say,

As I knew I would never see you again

Time has proved me right.

Forever you remain out of sight

I have remembered now all I had to say

"I love you"

"So very much".

 

 

My Eyes

My eyes opened in the darkness

And God turned on the light

I looked at his beautiful world in awe

Holding a cherry blossom in my hand and marvelling at the pure design

I loved all around me with a deep love God had installed in my soul

I loved a woman that God had sent me with a love so deep and true

Then God turned off the light.

 

 

Lost Love

One day you turned and walked away

I knew I would never see you again

I hoped we had said all we had to say

As I knew I would never see you again

Time has proved me right

Forever you remain out of sight

I have remembered all I had to say

I love you; please don’t go away.

 

 

She was here

I know she was here

The one to lie in the crook of my arm

While I nuzzle my nose in her hair

I know she was here

I never found my love

And so much went to waste

So much tenderness was lost

I learned to live without love

I follow in footsteps set in stone

I know I am not alone

Can I hear Gods laugh crisp and bright

Saying "Love Me."

I know she was here

She taught me to Love

I know she was here

She was here

 

 

The long golden hair

It was the long golden hair that caught my eye,

It was quite some time before she entered my mind.

Kindness and gentleness is as catching as cold,

So thanks to her I now have both, very bold.

I care that God sees every child

I have so much love to give

I can hold a butterfly without knocking of a single speck of dust.

I care so much, since seeing the golden hair.

I hope that she remembers me she caught in her snare

 

 

The Sad Zone

I was standing in the sad zone

Outside a place I once called home

The house seemed to smile at me

And looked just the same

The silent doors and windows

Once echoed with my name

Now it seems the same.

My mother’s voice still echo’s there

Her screams of pain

I hear my name

I know it is a game

For I am Stood outside

What was once my home

Which now is in the sad zone.

 

 

Waking to a Dream

I awoke into a dream

The love that had passed was now around

Faces that brushed my imagination, and left a mark,

were alive again and close.

Their kiss and touch were remembered.

The love was still so strong.

Did they look, did they remember the love

Maybe I will live in a dream.

Maybe I should live in a dream.

For love is so hard to find.

I call out a name and fall asleep.

To sleep awake.

 

 

Past Love

 

We met only briefly on life’s path and love just to be together.

There was love but perhaps not the soul mate attraction.

We supplied a need within each other, a brief holding of hands as we crossed a stony path, helping each other to the other side.

Then clasped together we would help each other through the dark hours of night.

When we were safe we just sadly drifted apart, separating to live our lives.

She left behind her love and it still helps sometimes when I am alone, just the memory of the closeness.

Now as distant friends we hardly know each other, yet the love is never forgotten, just softened.

We look, and say thank you to each other, thank you for the love!

 

This was written to say thank you to the girls I loved.