The peace of you

 

On shaky legs I stand

A pressure in my chest

Noises in my thoughts

That scarce allow me rest

Thumping in my ears

The rush of blood so loud

Like storm winds lashing heartstrings

With boiling, blackened clouds

That bare down upon on me with

The weight of a world behind

Yet when I hold your eyes with mine

Peace is what I find

 

©Aarron Mondello

19/9/2018

Speeding years

He held her gently and began to cry

This twinkling apple in his eye

She breathed a softly whispered sigh

And his years began speeding by

 

Before he blinked she was walking

Next he knew she was always talking

Such joy she found in asking why

As his years went speeding by

 

On her first day of school he was full of pride

Tears of joy he shamelessly cried

It seemed the next day she stood shoulder high

As the years still went speeding by

 

She graduated and his heart swelled

He asked her to sit for a spell

So they sat and they talked for a little while

And his years continued speeding by

 

She was married with children and loving life

He remembered her glowing when she became a wife

Now his grandchildren filled his eyes

And her years were suddenly speeding by

 

©Aarron Mondello

10/9/2018

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The first one on my own

And turned my tired, weary tread

In a direction I knew for home

You walked along next to me

And ran through the blinding dark

Your footfalls thudding on the ground

Counterpoint to my heart

You fell to floor beside me

And lent to me your wisdom

Passed on to me the strength I needed

To battle for my freedom

Where were you when I finally saw me

When the darkness finally receded

You were the whisper in my mind

The one I rarely heeded

Where were you? You were with me

For you and I are one and the same

I’d just lost sight of myself

Until that cleansing earthen rain
©Aarron Mondello

29/8/2018

Winter Wind

 

 

Blowing down a mountain

A wayward Winter wind

Traveling with all speed

Trying to catch the Spring

 

But Spring was just too spritely

And quickly dodged aside

So the curious Winter wind

Blew onto Summer time

 

Summer time was much too dry

Winter wind grew much too warm

So it skirted ‘round the edges

And to Autumn it blew on

 

Yet when the winter wind

Blew golden Autumn leaves

Tears of ice it cried

When they fell down from their trees

 

So weak and barely blowing

Winter wind came finally home

And never through the seasons

Did Winter again roam

 

©Aarron Mondello

26/8/2018

Steps

 

 

Step lightly on the edge of the blade

On one side doom

On the other you’re saved

Which do you choose

Which is your way

To the dark of night

Or the light of day

 

Step careful on the mountain path

The road is long

And often hard

Straighten your legs

And strengthen your heart

Only your hands

Can touch the stars

 

Walk surely through the roads of life

Sure of foot

And head held high

When it seems for naught

That you strive

Seek the comfort

In a loved ones eyes

 

©Aarron Mondello

2/8/2018

Forgotten King

 

 

Follow the wind

Over the land

Over canyons deep

Across the fields

Of wildflowers

And into the forest creep

Through the shadows

Of gnarled old oak

Passed the moonlit clearing

Step wide and far

Of the witch’s hut

Her eyes you should be fearing

Stay on the banks

Of the rushing river

It will lead you from the trees

When you emerge

At the river’s mouth

Turn your bearing east

Up and over

Rolling hills

Past a sapphire lake

Until you find

A hard dirt road

Winding like a snake

Take the left

Follow the path

Above a city ruined

Crumbling walls

Broken domes

How many are there entombed?

The path you’re on

Will wind and rise

To a high and jutting cliff

Where in a hall

Awaits a king

Forgotten and bereft

For long ago

Far out to sea

His queen was drowned and gone

Heart turned cold

Tears of ice

He set his heart to mourn

He cried his love

From empty eyes

And sat his throne in dark despair

The years ran

Like the tides that took her

His kingdom fell to disrepair

There he still is

Upon his throne

The Forgotten Kings grim fate

To sit alone

In countless tears

And for his Queen await

 

©Aarron Mondello

1/7/2018

Sounds

Sitting in near silence

A whisper in the trees

The gentle hum of passing cars

The softer buzz of working bees

 

A distant trilling birdsong

The padding of a dogs paws

The whir of a whipper snipper

As someone mows their lawns

 

Distant shouts of children playing

At the school just down the street

The dog yawns as she comes up

To snuff and sniff my feet

 

The tin shed roof is ticking

As it heats up in the sun

The distant wail of sirens

Herald heroes at the run

 

The buzzing of a fat fly

Swooping ‘round my head

The soft scritch scratch of branches

Rubbing on the shed

 

The neighbors gate starts squealing

His red ute rumbles home

Reverse signal beeping

A high pitched warning tone

 

The far off sound of a helicopter

Rotors spinning fast

As a rattling trailer and rumbling truck

Go thundering speeding past

 

That’s all the sounds I hear

Sitting in a seat

Placed in the sun in my backyard

A sleeping cat beneath my feet

 

©Aarron Mondello

22/5/2018

The Sun-kissed Man II

Calloused hands

Hard and black

Grime and dirt caked in

Dusty jeans

A light blue singlet

Tobacco fills a rusty tin

 

Sitting in

A rocking chair

On a faded porch

Watching as

The red sun sets

A glaring heaven torch

 

His body’s tired

His bones ache

His muscles stiff and sore

Yet he will rise

Fresh and ready

With the coming of the dawn

 

Sitting peaceful

In the twilight

Thinking of the days he roamed

No regrets

The Sun-kissed Man

In his exile all alone

 

©Aarron Mondello

16/5/2018

My Sleeping Loves

 

I see them sleeping peaceful
No lines upon their face
Features set blissful
Nowhere any trace
Can be found of stress
Or any heart sore care
When deep within their rest
None can touch them there
When one I love sleeps sound
Lost in a world of dreams
Affection swells profound
Bursting at the seams
And I see the true beauty
Of a soul travelling free
I feel it is my duty
To protect them in their dreams

©Aarron Mondello
15/3/2018

 

Weekend children

By Aarron Mondello

6/2/2018

The weekend is here
The kids are home
There’s laughter in the air
Nope. That’s screaming
And siblings fighting
Yelling “Hey that’s just not fair!”

The Little One
Starts acting up
For him it’s just no fun
When the others all
Shut their doors
And leave him on his own

So he packs it in
And chucks a fit
Then drops down on his bum
Starts to cry
And scream out loud
That he just wants his mum

But she’s at work
And he’s not happy
Neither is the Eldest Girl
His screaming fit
Outside her room
Is ruining her whole world

The middle two
Come out and ask
“Hey dad, what’s wrong with him?”
“Well ya buggered off
And shut your door
And will not let him in”

Miss Princess
Kneels down
But Little One is pissed
He takes a swipe
At her face
I’m so glad he missed

She starts to shout
But he turns around
“Oh dad I need wee wee”
But it’s too late
For as he stands
It’s running down his knees

The Oldest Boy
Looks disgusted
So far he’s stood there quiet
Now he snaps
At the Little One
“You should have used the toilet!”

Now there’s a puddle
I must clean
In the carpeted Hall
While all around me
All four are demanding
No wonder I’m going bald

I get it done
Now they’re all fighting
I decide its movie time
I put one on
Turn off the light
Now to get my bottle of wine

©Aarron Mondello
6/2/2018


Image Fry from Futurama