November 23, 2012

 

 

In a moment of rashness,

she touched a nerve,

and landed a cruel blow,

he didn’t deserve.

 

 

 

 

Why allow  empty vessels

to win out on the day.

By the time they become top cat,

their ideals will have blown away.

 

 Why  allow dreamers to

ever take ultimate charge.

They belong to the world,

and should remain at large.

 

 

November 21, 2012

 

 

She had tried to find him more than once,

but the trail had always gone cold.

With a name so common, it seemed impossible,

so her story remained untold.

 

 

 

 

The art of ‘keeping it together’,

when those around them are

falling apart, is an attribute of

a mother, that makes mothers

so very smart.

 

 

 

 

He was a legend in his own

bath water.

He certainly made a splash.

He had a gold plated rubber duck,

to add a touch of panache.

 

 

 

 

Puppy dog eyes

Longing eyes

Eyes that say ‘I care’

 

Scornful eyes

Shifty eyes

Eyes that say ’beware’

 

Contact eyes

Piercing eyes

Eyes no longer a pair

 

Winking eyes

Undressing eyes

Eyes that lay the soul bare.

 

 

 

 

There she goes clinking her clangers,

thinking ‘good luck’ they’ll bring.

Never one to walk under a ladder,

or cross the path of a crow on the wing.

 

 

 

 

The children eat like primates,

with no sign of cutlery taking flight,

whilst slumped in front of the telly –

Table manners, alas, not in sight.

 

 

 

November 19, 2012

 

 

 

We’ve turned ourselves into human robots.

However will god understand?

Only he knows if the gates to heaven,

are controlled by an electronic hand.

 

 

 

 

 

How can one speak of romance,

if emotions have never been stirred?

How can one write of abandonment,

if heartache has never occurred?

 

 

 

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