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June 20, 2013

 

 

No Inland Revenue

hot on the trail.

No luxury yacht

waiting to sail.

No car to park

No flat tyre with a nail.

No designer shopping

No taxi to hail.

No dining out

eating curly kale.

No living up to

some holy grail.

 

 

 

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The problem with

deleting heartache

is that it remains in the

memory’s hard drive.

 

 

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It’s Friday again, the day we

would go to the market and

then onto lunch in a nearby

village.  You would play for

time and stretch the day out

as much as possible.

It broke my heart to watch

you walk up your path at the

end of the afternoon.

You could never understand

how I needed an hour to myself

before the family came flooding

back in through the door.

Come Monday, I knew the

first call of the day would be

from you, quite often saying

‘Get over here NOW, I haven’t

seen a bloody soul all weekend’.

 

What I’d give to be able to spend

a whole Friday with you now!

 

 

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June 11, 2013

 

 

Free from stress

Free from pain

Yet sat here sobbing

in the pouring rain.

 

Free to express

Free,  strength to regain

Yet envying the robin

on the window pane.  

 

 

 

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Eager Willy

said to Jilly

‘I’ll warm you up

when the weather

turns chilly’.

Cautious Jilly

said ‘Don’t be silly,

stop horsing around

I’m not that kind of filly’.

 

 

 

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It isn’t surprising

the dough isn’t rising

as the mixture is

lacking in yeast.

 

It’s so mesmerising

when the dough begins

sizing and one can

anticipate the feast.

 

 

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To all those guys whose bums I nipped,

when young and out on a bender, I do

apologise whole heartedly, in this note

addressed ‘From an anonymous sender’.

 

To all those guys I flirted with and to

whom, in the end, I wouldn’t surrender,

I now apologise as I roll my eyes and

think of myself as a sad pretender.

 

But to all those guys who took me on,

including the one who banged his head

on the fireplace fender, I now apologise

unreservedly, if I mistook your wink 

to mean something more tender.

 

 

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