Captain of Squash.

Oh captain, my captain. Our fun filled season is nearly done.
The rackets have weathered every nick, the prize we seek approaches.
The finals are near, the thwack I hear, the spectators all exulting,
whilst members eye the grippy shoes, their smelly socks need
caring;
But O stroke! Stroke! Stroke!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the court my captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

Oh captain, my captain! Warm up and hit the ball;
Warm up – for you the pennant is hung – for you the officials call,
For you sweat bands and coloured shoes – for you the spectators
are crowding.
For you they call, the teaming mass, their eager faces
seeking;
Here Captain! Dear brother!
This forearm beneath your head!
It is some dream that on the court,
You’ve fallen cold and dead.

My captain does not reply, his eyes are glazed and still,
My brother does not feel my forearm, he has no pulse nor will,
The season is over safe and sound, its competitions complete and
won;
Exult O courts, and smash O balls!
But I with squeaky soles tread,
Walk the court my captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

by David Jarvis 11th November 2022.

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Loyalty, a poem for Clare.

man in black long sleeved shirt and woman in black dress

If I stood beside you,

Would you stand beside me?

If I walked in the front,

Would you follow me from behind?

If I fell, would you help me up?

If I was hungry, would you give from your plate?

If I cried tears of joy,

Would you too?

If they were tears of sorrow would you still be here tomorrow?

If I told a joke, could you guess the punchline and smile in anticipation before laughing on cue?

Would you, be lovingly loyal for me today and tomorrow?

If I was a king, would you be my queen?

If I was royalty, would you bend your knee to me, gracefully?

If I was a pauper would you wash my feet?

If I was alone would you call me on the phone?

If I had the answers, would you ask the questions?

Or when my questions are off track, would you guide me back with the right answer?

If I was lost, would you find me?

If I breath in, will you breathe out?

Would we stand back to back against all odds, gods and men, dogs and goats?

Will we rest face to face in our final place?

Yes, I will, yes, I am, yes, I have.

By David Jarvis November 2022.

Loyalty, A poem for Clare, by David Jarvis 2022.
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Lost and found, by david jarvis 17 july 2022.

Featuredrainbow over sea

a moments peace is all i wanted

a brief time of quiet amidst the noise

to breath in deeply and feel calm

to breath out loosely and feel no drama

to let go that which is tightly wound

in me, deep inside,

i don’t know why i cried just now

i care too much to not care at all

now that we exist in this world fallen

broken things, worn out and old

nothing left to sell

no water in my well

no breath in my lungs,

no tears in my eyes,

i’ve gone so dry these days

dry and parched, like walking

in the desert sun.

forty days? forty nights?

been there done that,

that was a story about a stroll

try forty years, try fifty,

keep going son,

your time in the sun is here and now

the field has been ploughed,

the seeds planted,

i’ll do the watering from now on son,

you can stop crying,

salting the earth now lad,

everything else was just a fad,

a passing thing and long gone too,

it’s your time in the sun now son,

look up child, i’m your dad.

by daj.

Brian Donald Jarvis, rest in peace dad.
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