June 20, 2012

 

 

Outsourced responsibility

Sub-let commitment

Second hand forgiveness

Mere peripheral gestures

All fragrance-free emotions

and a cop out

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A fantasy climax is

no just reward for

a phantom pregnancy

with no umbilical cord

 

 

 

 

 

 

Alarmed at her reflection

in the mirror, she decided

that the entire house not only

needed a complete refurbishment,

but also a much younger tenant

 

Mirror, mirror on the wall

Life’s been good – I’ve had a ball

 

Distressed at her increasing inability

to function, she decided

that her whole being

needed a safer environment

and fresh approach

 

Mirror, mirror on the wall

get me through to the curtain call

 

 

 

 

 

 

Live it, love it,

embrace it. For

tomorrow, it will be

but a memory

 

 

 

 

Our paths crossed

We touched

We dared to care

We parted

But feelings remained

Too raw to bear

Too private to share

But there,

always there

 

 

 

 

 

The bleeding heart of a nation

The lifeless rotting dead

Thousands of prayers never answered

for survivors, still  living in dread

 

 

June 18, 2012

 

 

 

Life’s journey is easy

until you hit the hairpin bend.

 

 

 

 

When the clouds fall to the sea,

and we no longer cease to be

And the mountains turn to sand,

as we destroy this precious land

All too late, with sorrow felt,

we’ll know we blew, the hand God dealt.

 

 

June 14, 2012

 

 

Mum, Do you have any suggestions

What I can get Dad for Father’s day?

‘Oh, I certainly can think of one or two things

But it’s better that nothing, I say.

 

 Though

 

 How about a course in etiquette

Or in table manners, at least

Then every meal that we sit down to

Wouldn’t be like eating with a beast!

 

Perhaps a secret ‘Make over’ day

Like the ones you see on the telly

Where they give men back their self esteem

And instantly reduce their belly

 

How about getting him some new socks

Or even a tie in the sale

Or a ‘brick’ to put through his computer screen

Now that really would get him to wail.

 

He’s always been interested in Sci-Fi

So get him a trip to the moon

I think it’ll be rather expensive

So make it ‘one way’ and make it soon

 

Oh, I really don’t know darling daughter

So it’s best that I leave it up to you

Because if I get involved, and get it all wrong

He’ll say ‘Typical, your mother hasn’t a clue’.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The toast has all gone soggy

The cereal has turned to mush.

It’s always the same at breakfast time,

as we charge about in a manic rush

 

The trains are always jam packed

And on the motorway there’s a crash

It’s a miracle we get to work on time.

as we set about our daily dash

 

The planes have all been diverted

Some cancelled because of the fog

It’s a clever man who dons a track suit,

and to the office, decides to jog.

 

Some folks leave their cars at home

and stick up their thumbs in hope of a hike

Whilst fitter people than you and I

prefer to get there by bike

 

But get there we do, any which way,

we complete the daily grind

Like an army of ants going underground

as we slowly go out of our mind

 

 

 

 

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