September 6, 2013

 

 

When hurtful deeds

cause hearts to bleed,

and friendship suffers

because of greed,

we ask forgiveness

in fact we plead,

so to right the wrong

and from pain be freed.

 

 

September 4, 2013

 

 

Not a word I say in vain,

with hesitation

or restrain.

 

Not a peep you’ll get from me,

I am discrete,

I have a brain.

 

Not a sigh you’ll hear from me,

nor a stammer,

or a stutter.

 

Not a whisper will I utter-

not a hint

of melted butter.

 

 

 

 

 

She lent him her new Hopper Jetstream,

as he’d begged to ride it around the block.

He returned with the front wheel buckled,

and himself, in a state of shock!

 

He’d swerved to avoid a pensioner,

and as the brakes went into a lock,

he sailed head first over the handle bars,

as the bike careered off into a rock.

 

Her father came outside looking furious,

as soon as the bike he did clock.

‘Whatever possessed you to lend it to Angus’

he said. ‘I’ll have words with his father, Jock’.

 

In tears she ran indoors to her mother,

who comforted her as she took stock,

of the unfortunate situation,

as Angus limped off at a galloping trot.

 

 

September 3, 2013

 

 

Do not the most

crowded moments

of our life,

find us in isolation?

 

 

 

 

I never knew how much you loved me.

I thought you’d left to get away.

I never knew that when you went

to your post box, that finding no

mail from me, caused you dismay.

 

I thought that after the initial separation,

you’d find a new life, which would run

parallel, to the one you had left me to

cope with, here in the house, in which

we were both supposed to dwell.

 

It was a time when communications

were long winded –

a letter taking well over a week,

and a desert storm had started brewing,

hence, others charms I thought you’d seek.

 

If I’d realised how much you were missing me,

my undying love to you I would have given.

If I’d known how much you’d needed me,

through a sandstorm, I would have driven.

 

What fools, to assume we were finished,

by listening to words never said.

And in so doing, coming to the wrong

conclusions –

What years we wasted, going out of our head!

 

 

 

September 2, 2013

 

 

She used to ‘do’ for Ernest,

she used to sweep his house.

He’d have her on her hands and knees,

chasing many a stray field mouse.

 

She used to cook for Ernest,

when sometimes he was bedridden.

He loved her stew and dumplings,

and other food he was forbidden.

 

She bent over backwards for Ernest,

far beyond her job description.

She put poultices on his boils,

and also helped with his affliction.

 

She used to lie with Ernest!

Well, it was easier than being on her knees.

At least he stuck to one position,

unlike some others she’d had to please!

 

 

 

September 1, 2013

 

 

It was Uncle Arthur’s

final bit on the side

that caused his marriage

to wobble and slide.

 

It didn’t help at all

that Aunt Ramona,

for most of her life,

had always known her.

 

They rode bikes together

as school girl chums,

and giggled in class,

and cheated at sums.

 

Little did she dream

that seventy years on,

Arthur would meet Alice,

who’s memory had gone.

 

They were in the same Care Home

sitting side by side,

holding hands across their chairs,

with Arthur’s marriage on the slide.

 

For long suffering Aunt Ramona,

this was the last of many

of Arthur’s wild philandering –

He now even called her ‘Jenny’!

 

‘The silly fool’ she thought

as she sat all alone

on the front seat of the bus –

Arthur’s ways, she couldn’t condone.

 

In a freezing, mucky bus shelter

she’d waited twice a week,

to visit Arthur and her school chum

sitting cosily cheek to cheek!

 

But with her own health now fading,

there no longer seemed the need,

to visit Arthur any longer,

though inside her heart did bleed.

 

 

 

 

« Older Posts