March 20, 2012

 

She’s gone to Curlybobs for a blow up

Grandad said when I rang today.

So I said that I’d call her back later,

Well, really – what more could I say?

 

 

 

When emotions are running high,

And logic has gone out of the window.

When all sense of hope is gone

And life is but a faint glow.

 

When all we can do is take stock

And somehow try to get through.

We still can manage a smile

And even a joke or two!

 

Try to keep each day normal,

Said some very meaningful friend.

Try to just love each other,

Until life’s sweet, bitter end.

 

When emotions are still running high

And each day sees a new destination,

With yet another hill to climb

All that’s left is determination.

 

Then finally, acceptance sets in.

And we’re in the cul-de-sac of  ‘No Hope’,

We wander in utter disbelief

No more straws are there now left to grope.

 

It’s now that we feel reflective,

And relive in our minds the good times.

As we gaze up at the old church clock,

As on the hour, he once again chimes.

 

That was it then, that was OUR book

And what a good read it made.

For one thing I’m ever grateful

We never lived life in the shade.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Oriental gentleness

A touch beyond compare.

A trip back into fantasy

To a place no longer there

 

Naked, daring

A tour of delight.

A secret visit,

To a splendid site

 

A cultural passage,

With satin walls.

Where velvet carpets line

Magnificent halls.

 

Ostrich feathers,

Old fashioned lace

That silky feeling

Around your face.

 

She whispers  ‘Come to me,

I’ll make you whole.

My uplifted body

Will soothe your soul’

 

 

 

We are the leaves of autumn

Falling from the trees

We clung tightly to the branches

But we couldn’t beat the breeze

 

 

 

I heard tell,  just the other day

A story which no-one believes

It was about elves and goblins

Who live amongst  the nettle leaves.

 

They stay there because they feel protected

 From the hazards of the countryside

 And at nightime they are joined by the fairies

 Who pop in to chat and use the leaves as a slide.

 

They sometimes get a visit from a young rabbit

 Who’s got lost going back to his warren

 As he tries to escape the farmyard dog

 Named McTavish, as he has a white sporran.

 

I don’t think I can tell you the story

It was told to me in strict confidence

By a goblin’s second cousin, once removed

Who lives on the other side of the fence.

 

The story caused much hilarity

Though it seemed too far fetched to me

 But the sight of them falling over with mirth

 Even had the pixies laughing with glee.

 

 

 

Bloomin’ men

With their oversized ego’s

Who’d have them?

Who’d feed them?

Who’d need them?

Give me a dog any day

 

Bloomin’ men

With their untidy ways

Who’d want them?

Who’d keep them?

Who’d kiss them?

Give me a cat any day

 

Bloomin’ men

With their bits and bobs

So demanding

So childlike

So frustrating

Give me some chocolate any day

 

Bloomin’ men

With their horrible habits

So idle

So helpless

So endearing

Give me mine back any day

 

 

 

 

Think the unthinkable

Break free from those chains

Try something different

Think of the gains

 

Burst your bubble

In a positive way

Don’t let inhibitions

Get in your way

 

Keep your head up

 Forge ahead with your plan

You’re just as good

As your fellow man

 

Yes, you’ll need luck

And it’s there to be had

So stick to your mission

In the end, you’ll be glad.

 

 

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People are people

The whole world over.

The poor they long for,

A four leafed clover.

 

The rich are still searching,

For they know now,

That happiness and health,

Can’t be bought anyhow.

 

 

                                           

 

Mistakes can happen when we’re feeling dead beat

And we’ve spent all day long  just stood on our feet.

 

Mistakes can happen when our mind goes blank

Because of the wine that we earlier drank!

 

Mistakes can happen which really aren’t our fault

Like when trees jump out and give our car a jolt.

 

Mistakes can happen in the very strangest way

That can make us regret getting out of bed that day.

 

Mistakes can happen which make our blood pressure rise,

Especially when we take the blame for other people’s lies.

 

Mistakes can happen that leave us feeling blue

But with a little humour we’ll surely get through.

 

Mistakes can happen when our mind strays from the plot

As we recall our first love, my goodness, she was hot !

 

 

It really was quite ridiculous,

A sort of summer madness indeed.

It started with idle chatter,

But oh, how her eyes did plead.

 

He knew he was onto a good thing

And never even stopped to think,

Where in the end this would all lead

A thirsty dog never refuses a drink!

 

Before he knew it, he was in too deep.

Oh, what a mess it had all become.

He didn’t know which way to turn

When she said she was to become a mum!

 

He didn’t need this aggravation

And was the child really his own?

His children were now all grown up

And from the nest, they’d recently flown.

 

His wife, she would go quite mental.

He contemplated suicide.

His car might have been a love-boat

But he now surfed a very high tide.

 

How could it all have happened?

How could he have been so weak?

Everything in his life had been perfect,

And his career, it was at a peak.

 

It was a moment of insanity,

A very common human error.

He decided that night to tell his wife,

Though the thought of it filled him with terror.

 

 

 

 

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