May 8, 2012

 

 

The man in the mask has a certain charm

Who will tonight be on his arm?

The lady in crimson dances by

Will she catch his eye?

 

 

 

 

 

His mind was so erratic

It bounced around at speed.

He could have been four people,

I kid you not indeed!

 

 

He could take on board so many things

Most people would not need

And store them in a secret box

Like he was planting seed.

 

 

His knowledge was so extensive

An encyclopaedia in his head.

But his lack of common sense was frustrating

And quite often we’d all see RED!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I can’t go back there

The pain is too great

That was then, this is now

So don’t dangle the bait.

 

 

 

 

A boy, such joy, a new beginning

A family member, much needed to complete

The vacant gap of a dear deceased

With open arms we warmly greet

 

 

A life, a hope, a new dimension

Another addition to the tree

A welcome branch of love and hope

Oh ‘little one’ come to me

 

 

A gift, a thrill, a new tomorrow

Let’s close the door on heartache now

And move towards a better feeling

And find new strength somehow

 

 

 

Mindless chatter

Pitter patter

Endless speaking

Yelling shrieking

Just white lies

No surprise

 

May 4, 2012

 

 

Yesterday a large mushroom

Appeared on their chair

It looked all forlorn

Just sitting there.

 

It was delivered by their neighbour,

A funghi to know.

He knows the difference between toadstools

And other things that grow.

 

It’s many a year since

These presents first appeared

They were younger then

Alarmed and somewhat feared!

 

 They knew he picked them for his wife

A pretty lady with much class,

He fried them up with bacon

To give to his bonny lass.

 

 So they watched and waited

And kept the mushrooms for a day.

Then peeped over the fence

To make sure the folks were OK.

 

They must have had their mushrooms

At breakfast, they knew.

And they still appeared cheerful

As good neighbours do.

 

 So with their worries over

They felt it was fine

To fry them with garlic,

Olive oil and red wine.

 

This season has been plentiful

With mushrooms by the score

One mushroom in particular

Was bigger than their door

 

So it is with many thanks

They say ‘Please bring them when you can’

Now their caring, generous neighbour

Is known as ‘The Mushroom Man’

 

 

 

There’s no point in being moralistic

And it’s too late to now back track

The problem’s here and we must deal with it

No use having a heart attack!

 

 

 

 

 

She wears so much bling

It must weigh a ton.

I think they are gifts

From her famous son.

 

 

 

 

 

Manner from heaven

Bread of life

Spread golden butter

With a silver knife

 

Nectar of the Gods

A harvest moon

Spread golden ambrosia

With a silver spoon

 

Fruitful vineyards

The pop of a cork

Spread golden honey

Over suckling pork

 

 

 

 

A lovely lady with so much grace,

A smile for everyone upon her face!

 

A heart of gold and always cheery,

She did her best not to be weary.

 

A sense of humour that helped her through

The loss of her man, whom she loved so true.

 

Such brilliant children who did their best

To help her survive life’s toughest test.

 

A united family, seldom seen these days,

Of unity and love and caring ways.

 

A special person, no longer here,

And for whom we all will shed a tear.

 

A life not wasted for she left behind

Memories of a special and tender kind.

 

Take strength, your Dad has paved the way,

To welcome his loved one home today.

 

 

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