February 17, 2013

 

 

Oh, the allure that starts the procure

Oh, the amore that follows for sure

Oh, the consistence that’s hard to endure.

Oh, the farewell at the end of the tour.

 

 

 

 

 

 

When the O is on the left,

adrenaline runs through

the veins, but when the O is

on the right, negativity reigns.

 

 

 

February 12, 2013

 

 

How many times can a heart be broken?

How much sorrow can one person feel?

How many loved ones have left us lonely,

nursing wounds that won’t ever heal.

 

How many years have gone by in limbo?

How many times for those days can we crave,

until the day dawns when we suddenly realise,

not quite so often, do we visit their grave?

 

 

 

 

 

Where there’s an element of uncertainty,

even with the benefit of the doubt, that

still gnaws away in your mind, like a

nagging ache, before a tooth comes out.

 

Then it is time to trust in your instincts

which have rarely let you down before, and

put the necessary wheels into motion, in

order to forever close that half open door.

 

 

 

February 11, 2013

 

 

Percoughalees discovered this

evening that his visit to Venice had

been re-inacted, as if in a dream, and

so decided the time was now ripe,

to investigate, in the extreme.

 

 

 

February 10, 2013

 

 

On a rally bike, with gears ascending,

he felt like the bees knees.

But being a novice and a show off,

finished head first, in the trees.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Calculate the odds and decide

what is worth the punt.

Never settle for the inevitable.

The outsider can win the hunt.

 

 

 

 

 

She told him ‘off the record’

what he really didn’t need to know.

And whilst this was vital information,

his hand, he did not show.

 

She should have minded her own business.

The little minx should have left well alone,

for there will be a day of retribution, as

whistle-blowers seldom hear triumphant

trumpets blown.

 

 

 

Fairy footsteps gaily dancing

along the cobble stones.

Games of hopscotch, long forgotten,

now just tired bones.

 

 

 

 

Honesty; that flaming

convoluted word that

sits uncomfortably next

to white lies, and hides

in half truths and at times,

belies factual evidence.

Honestly, sometimes I

think that honesty

sucks.

 

 

 

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