March 6, 2013

 

 

She cried ‘Not me’,

‘No, t’is not I,

who caused you grief

or spiked your eye’.

 

‘Please take this olive

branch from the tree,

I lie, I do,

You are right

It was me’.

 

 

January 7, 2013

 

 

True friends are meaningful allies,

never afraid to say what they think.

Our best interest they have at heart,

and want to see us back in the pink.

 

True friends are with us constantly,

even those who have gone on ahead.

Lovingly locked in a parcel of security,

they tied up with a gossamer thread.

 

 

December 28, 2012

 

 

She knows someone who knows him well,

and from time to time, lets her know

how he’s growing.

Having that link, even second hand,

puts her at ease when the cold wind

comes blowing.

 

 

 

November 28, 2012

 

 

For now, you’ll do for now,

not forever mind, but for now

is fine. You fill a void, you tend

my needs, you stem the bleed.

For now, means just until, but

with the morning light, the tree

could lose a bow, anyhow, let’s

live for now.

 

 

November 25, 2012

 

 

His influence was massive,

but their respect twofold.

Both giving strength to each other,

and when needed, truth, be told.

 

 

 

November 23, 2012

 

 

December, the month of recklessness,

with wild parties and permissible craic.

The reward for a year of slavery,

and relief from not getting the sack.

 

 

 

November 19, 2012

 

 

Like seashells on the beach,

people come in all shapes and sizes.

Each beautiful in different ways,

and full of hidden surprises.

 

 

 

 

 

They lived in exile,

but took solace from

knowing their parameters,

and in many ways,

enjoyed a more settled,

fulfilling life.

 

 

November 6, 2012

 

 

There’s a spare one under the mat

just by the rear door,

and another behind the bench

on the greenhouse floor.

 

There’s one hidden in a plastic bag

pressed into the old hydrangea.

Some worry about my security,

but I don’t think I’m in danger.

 

There’s one held across the road

by a very friendly neighbour,

and one held by the milkman

who sort of has it as a favour.

 

There’s one kept by the Vicar

in case I’m locked out after church,

and my brother also has one 

in case he’s ever in the lurch.

 

There’s one hooked above the cat-flap

inside the utility door,

and the gardener has a duplicate, inside

a bag of fertilizer called ‘Growmore’.

 

Under a shammy, in a bucket,

just by the outside tap,

is another for the window cleaner

who’s such a lovely chap.

 

The one I haven’t mentioned,

is held by him who can’t be named,

who first came round on his pushbike

to flush my drains out, so he claimed!

 

October 31, 2012

 

 

Being amongst loved ones,

friends and twits,

is better than being lonesome

and out of ones wits.

 

 

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