December 26, 2013

 

 

In everyday parlance,

he said very little.

His questions were short,

his reply often brittle.

 

In meetings he spoke

with his eyes on the ground.

But you felt in your gut,

he would turn things around.

 

His strength, his control,

his willingness to listen.

Then translate in a second,

words others couldn’t christen.

 

His success was well earned.

Some read, was his story.

It came right in the end.

He was surrounded by glory.

 

 

 

 

 

 

As fragrant as a parsons nose,

when powdered with pomanders.

 

As scented as a bacon roll, when

up the nostrils, the aroma meanders.

 

 

 

 

 

In the dead of night, with a silent creep,

an android came to take a peep.

 

I felt a fool just lying there.

I dare not look, nor did I stir.

 

I didn’t feel passion, or desire,

but was electrified as any live wire.

 

Under the sheet, in my private land,

I felt it softly take my hand.

 

And feeling trapped in my own space,

I felt it gently stroke my face.

 

And then as quickly, as it came,

It bade farewell and spoke my name.

 

 

 

December 19, 2013

 

 

The hurtfulness of truth, when

exercised in honest expression.

The silence of the tongue,

too late, for pardoned regression.

 

The withholding of needed words,

when agony would run too deep.

Are taken to the timely grave,

for the longest sleep.

 

The subject in question never put to bed.

Opinions not vented, in case misconstrued.

The truth, oh the mighty truth,

can sometimes be so damned rude.

 

 

 

 

 

 

A light, though dim and undefined,

yet still, through dark, it’s way inclined.

From the flicker of a fading star,

a path of hope shines from afar.

 

When all seemed lost, and bridges burned,

now penance paid, new chances earned.

A trace, a glimmer that moonlight brings,

and joy to the soul, when angels sing.

 

 

 

 

It is OK to take the brake off,

as sometimes burdens can weigh a ton.

But save a little of today for tomorrow.

Keep in reserve, the strength to go on.

 

 

December 18, 2013

 

 

The cheaters

The divers

The overpaid skivers,

who bring the game

into disrepute.

 

The complainers

The groin strainers

The pulled muscle feigners,

who fall over their

very own boot.

 

The time wasters

The disgracers

The off-side racers,

who still continue

to shoot.

 

The lazers

The grazers

The failed trail blazers,

who unashamedly

collect the loot.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It’s just a place

where he can be

alone and have

some privacy.

 

It’s just four walls

with his own door,

away from siblings

on the second floor.

 

It’s just his space

where he can aspire,

to be who he wants

in his hearts desire.

 

It’s just a haven

where he hangs free,

away from nagging

and complexity.

 

 

 

 

Festive shadows

of Christmas past,

and romance, never

meant to last.

 

Nights of merriment

and wild high jinx.

Thoughts drifting back

to the party minx.

 

When Bohemian Rhapsody

rang out everywhere,

and the only place,

to be, was there.

 

When fun and laughter

was without restrain,

and never actions,

to defend or explain.

 

Life seemed so happy

and intoxicatingly carefree.

With the new kid in town

on top of the tree.

 

Then at the end of the night,

the tempo slowed for us too,

when Stevie Wonder just called

to say ‘I love you’.

 

 

 

 

Dear temptress of my soul, I cry

as with sorrow, I bade thee goodbye.

You warmed my heart with love so hot.

My inhibitions, I soon forgot.

 

Oh temptress at my bending knee,

no more can I afford your fee.

I cannot see you anymore,

for soon I will have, children four.

 

Forever you will always be,

my calming ride on a tempestuous sea.

And when weary grow my eyes at night,

I will dream of you until morning light.

 

 

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