October 7, 2012

 

 

The trouble with shooting from the heart

is that the chambers only one way dart,

and once the roller coaster starts,

the exposed rawness, to all, one imparts.

 

 

 

 

 

 

She was simply

working her way

forward to the

moment when

permanent unity

would be the order

of the day, but

until then, her

suitcases weren’t

allowed to gather

dust, nor aching

heartstrings turn

to rust.  

 

 

 

 

 

She did for Sidney what

she should na aughta,

and accepted readily

the gifts he bought her,

and all was well til the

wine turned to water.

What a valuable lesson

old Sidney taught her.

 

 

 

 

This ‘will she, won’t she’

game is over.

She’s waltzed out of town

doing the Bosa Nova.

 

 

 

 

The cost of boastful carelessness

The price of a secret exposed

The consequential holy mess

that only bravado knows.

 

 

 

 

 

Believe in a fantasist at your peril

Be swayed into enticing false hope.

But be sure when it all goes tups up,

alone, you will have to cope.

 

 

 

October 3, 2012

 

 

Long after the ravers have raved,

and frolicked and misbehaved,

and left their presence deeply engraved,

the field lies abandoned, alone and afraid.

 

 

 

 

Did you know Pythagoras who lived

down the lane from Cornelius?

I believe you knew Tarquin too.

Well, they popped in today for a brew.

 

 

 

 

Way back when Adam was a lad,

if you had six pence you weren’t half

glad, and oh what joy did a shilling

bring, whilst half a crown, meant

that you were king.

 

 

 

 

 

Like a suspect without an alibi,

to bail, he could wave goodbye.

Like a thief caught out red handed,

in hot fat he would fry.

 

 

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