August 1, 2015

 

 

What happened to those long hot

summer days, when we sat around

making daisy chains and searching for 

four leaved clovers, before making

our way home under the Seven Arches,

without a cloud in the sky to

dampen our spirits, or the sound of

a motorway to disturb our simple joy? 

 

 

May 12, 2015

 

 

She came through today

and said ‘Calm down,’

‘See it as it is,

take away that frown’

 

She came through for me,

as she always did;

my human brake,

when I was in a skid. 

 

She came through again,

rescuing me from myself,

in the place she sits

on a hidden shelf.

 

She came through today;

a red rag to a bull.

Making me so mad;

calling me ‘ a daft numb skull’.

 

She came through to sort

another situation,

and won me round once more,

with her manipulation.

 

She came through again,

as I know she always will;

to give me merry hell,

and sense in me, instill.

 

 

 

 

March 15, 2015

 

 

Now may be the time

to get in touch,

after so many

years have elapsed.

 

She might just need you

more than you think;

her relationship

could have collapsed.

 

Now may be the time

to resolve the past,

by putting the stop

to any further decay.

 

She might still feel

the same way as you,

and be able to cast aside

problems of yesterday.

 

Now may be the time

to make your move,

and therefore

pent up emotion release.

 

She might just be waiting,

as I suspect she is.

Get in touch, and

give her heart peace.

 

 

March 8, 2015

 

 

T’is dawn again,

and birds loudly coo

across the rooftops

near where Lowry drew,

 

when chimney smoke

turned the air to fog

and central heating;

no more than a log.

 

And coal dug up

by miners, many;

their hourly rate

less than a penny.

 

When Jack, in clogs,

strode up our street,

with flat cap on his head;

the look complete.

 

Hard days ahead meant,

‘clocking on’ at seven;

twelve hours of darkness,

hardly heaven.

 

Then back again down’t street,

our Jack would come,

stopping off to get his

well earned rum,

 

or some days maybe,

a gill of beer,

if funds were low and

payday wasn’t near.

 

and a lifetime later, pigeons coo,

perhaps thanking God,

that now the skies are blue,

and foggy days are far between, and few.

 

 

February 4, 2015

 

 

They chose a place, 

that had ‘exchange’ dining,

with it’s sister hotel,

to make life, less confining,

 

and promptly arrived

at the restaurant for seven,

for drinks at the bar

in this Caribbean heaven.

 

Before being escorted

to a table by the sea,

with luscious waves lapping

in sweet tranquillity.

 

The tables quite close,

but nobody spoke;

respecting the privacy,

of high-end dining folk.

 

Though smiles were exchanged,

by two ladies diagonally placed.

Both approving of each others,

evening dress taste.

 

With wine duly served

and starters on the way,

it seemed a perfect ending

to another perfect day.

 

Then main courses followed,

as tiredness too, did arrive,

and a dessert, they decided,

they couldn’t survive.

 

So later, ordered coffees

and one single malt;

the other declining,

further bodily assault.

 

Then standing to leave,

she nodded a goodnight,

(acknowledging silently,

that all had gone right),

 

to the pleasant lady nearby,

who’s husband, had in his hand,

the wine bottle he had taken,

from a tripod-footed wine stand.

 

With the bottle still hovering

overhead, in mid air,

of a pending calamity

he was unaware.

 

That’s when the lady leaving,

caught the toe of her shoe,

in a prong of the wine stand

and right away knew,

 

that from a disaster,

there was no turning away,

as the wine bucket contents,

in slow motion did sway,

 

into the lap of the man,

who let out a loud yell,

as a bucket of iced water,

soaked his manhood: What hell!

 

In shock, she looked down,

at the ice cubes in his lap,

as he threw down his napkin;

so mortified was the chap!

 

His wife found it hilarious,

hearing him yelp,

as the shock hit his system,

with no sign of help.

 

He then rose and dashed off,

in an embarrassed trot,

oblivious to apologies,

as if time were forgot.

 

His wife now needing a hanky,

to mop up her tears,

still couldn’t contain herself,

as more laughter appeared.

 

(When the guy had yelled out,

a loud gasp hit the air;

folks thinking it a shooting,

and ready to flea, in despair).

 

‘Let’s get out of here,

as quick as we can,

before the return,

of one irate, sodden man’,

 

hubby whispered to the culprit,

whilst pushing her along,

as other diners looked on,

still wondering what was wrong?

 

It would bring a new meaning,

when the wife rang at daylight;

telling the family, their father,

had got half-soaked, last night!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

February 1, 2015

 

 

He spent all of his childhood

dreaming of becoming a soldier:

His folks hoping for a change of mind

as he grew older!

 

His mother tried to guide him

towards other occupations,

that she thought best suited

to his artistic creations. 

 

However, his mind never shifted

from his ultimate plan,

and on his eighteenth birthday

he joined up, and became a man.

 

He was soon on his travels,

his training complete;

The dream of a lifetime,

where he could compete.

 

He fought on the front line;

no fear did he feel,

but his very first supper,

proved to be his last meal.

 

A dream of a lifetime,

finally obtained,

but the outcome bewildering,

and never explained.

 

 

January 18, 2015

 

 

And in the evening

when she knew,

she kept it from him,

and withdrew.

 

Some peace she needed;

some sleep was due.

So she rang next day,

as if her news brand new.

 

 

January 15, 2015

 

 

‘Please could you come out

from under the table now

Suzette, and take yourself

home. Our Arrabella is about

to be served her meal, and

there isn’t enough to share

with you, and besides, your

Mother will be wondering

where you’ve got to.

It would be nice if you could

help to fold up the sheet

before you leave.

You can come back tomorrow,

but what you both find to talk

about all this time, in your

tiny, white tented world –

God only knows!

 

 

January 14, 2015

 

 

Of course, I can only

tell you how I see it,

and try to advise you

for the best.

But I have a familiar feeling

you’ll still do it your way:

I knew it, well, I’ll be blessed!

 

 

January 3, 2015

 

 

‘Please forgive me’,

she said in vain.

‘At least, let me,

try to explain’?

 

‘Things aren’t the way,

you think they are;

it’s just my humour-

so bizarre’!

 

‘No chance’ said he;

the damage done.

‘Pick up your broom,

and go and run’.

 

‘And take with you,

your acid tongue,

to the gates of hell,

where they belong’.

 

‘Your answer seems,

to me, extreme!

Your voice in temper,

at a scream’.

 

‘Could I win you back

with a sweet caress,

and a touch of loving

tenderness’?

 

‘And a succulent steak,

cooked to perfection,

with cupids arrow

sent in your direction’?

 

‘Put like that,

my mind forgiving;

yes, let’s carry on,

with this game called living’.

 

‘As long as sticky pudding,

there is to conclude,

served with chocolate sauce

by you, in the nude’?

 

‘Trust you to push

for that little bit more;

now we’re back at the start,

where we were before’!

 

‘Oh, and there’s no such service

at this ere’ ranch.

So take or leave the offer

of an olive branch,

 

before I close

the larder door:

Remember what Oliver Twist got,

when he asked for more’?

 

 

 

 

  

 

 

 

 

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