September 9, 2012

 

 

Hard times produce

creativity and thrift.

Awakening a survival

mechanism, that

 would otherwise be

left free to drift.

 

 

 

 

 

‘It won’t last’ they said.

‘You’re too young’ they said.

‘You haven’t had a life’ they said.

‘You’re all off your head’ she said

and with him – fled.

 

 

 

 

He made a blunder

He stole his thunder

Is it any wonder 

he was set asunder?

 

 

 

 

They married young,

a  family  followed.

It was tough at first,

they fought and hollered.

But with bitter pills and

hard times swallowed.

They battled through and

in love wallowed.

 

 

September 6, 2012

 

 

The triangle of destiny,

the percussion of life.

With it’s lightest of touches,

can scar like a knife.

 

 

 

 

 

Doing nothing isn’t advisable.

Something won’t just appear out of the blue.

The input you contribute will be immeasurable.

Go forth and develop pastures new.

 

 

 

 

Their demons did  ‘em in the end.

All the help in the world failed

to pull them out of the mire.

They were hell bent on destruction.

No common sense could they acquire.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The park is full of doo-dah

from pooches large and small.

Lamp-posts too are minging, and

where there’s none, they’ve used the wall!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

When power becomes personal

and not for the good of the team,

the whole damn lot comes tumbling down,

for the sake of one man and his dream.

 

 

 

September 5, 2012

 

 

 

 

 

He’s an independent creature

who really knows his mind.

He is cautious around strangers

until they prove that they are kind.

 

He moves with stealth and arrogance,

ever watchful all the while.

Never missing to see any chance

through those eyes, that beguile.

 

He uses us at times

but we love him and that’s that.

I’m speaking of our friend,

the great domestic cat.

 

 

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