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!

 

 

 

August 24, 2013

 

 

In the seconds before

the dream starts to fade,

recollect what you can,

of the sense that it made.

 

You will find a reason

why it came to call.

Take solace and comfort,

and love most of all.

 

It is but an angel,

sent on a mission,

to guide you along,

with your permission.

 

The choice to ignore it,

is yours all alone.

Though if you embrace it,

you make it your own.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Never lonely, never blue,

always thinking, just of you.

 

Never recovered from when you flew,

never moved on to pastures new.

 

Ever stronger my love grew,

the longer I was without you.

 

Never sad, nor did I rue,

decades thinking just of you.

 

Ever loyal, not did I woo

another love to replace you.

 

Never searching, ever true,

I found the best there was in you.

 

 

August 16, 2013

 

 

Only a fool would

hang around unwanted,

when cursed and belittled

and scorned

 

Only an idiot would settle

for being taken for granted,

when used and abused

by a monster, horned.

 

Only a friend would

see beneath it,

and accept a heart

that is torn.

 

Only an angel could

cope with a devil,

that has entered

a soul un-warned.

 

 

 

August 9, 2013

 

 

Oh water nymph, you heavenly angel,

yet existing in the deep coral sea.

With seahorses for protection and

gossamer wings ensuring you’ll

always stay free.

 

 

 

August 6, 2013

 

 

When Cristobelle comes calling,

allow her into your world.

Accept her for what she is;

a fickle, complex girl.

 

When Cristobelle comes selling,

purchase her homemade wares.

You can forward them onto a charity,

if no use for them ever occurs.

 

When Cristobelle comes weeping,

mop her weary brow.

She’s really at the end of her tether,

and in need of a good friend now.

 

When Cristobelle comes no more,

a sorry day that will be.

There’ll be a gap in your life,

for the whole of eternity.

 

 

 

 

 

July 22, 2013

 

 

No tricks or hidden agenda

No falsehood or cloudy smoke screen

Tis hard to believe they are so supportive

when such users some others have been.

 

No self promotion or social climbing, no

double edged sword that in the back stabs

Just love offered purely and simply

flowing as frequent as city black cabs.

 

No secret ulterior motive

No improbable tenuous link

Just friendship offered from the heart

So rare these days, one only can think?

 

 

July 15, 2013

 

 

Taking a moment out

from his daily grind,

a long hot summer

returned to mind.

Only fleetingly was there

a chance to look, at that

amazing page from his

memory book.

 

 

June 27, 2013

 

 

She instilled in them disciple

and structure, and re-taught them

self esteem.

She showed them the benefits of

of damned hard work, where

lackadaisicalness had taken

hold in the extreme.

She shared with them the gifts

of her talent and scraped them

up off the ground.

A more remarkable person there

never was –

A natural giver of life and love,

and great fun to be around.

 

 

April 28, 2013

 

 

She’s an innocent soul who’s lost

control, but her intentions are good.

She just approaches life from an obtuse

angle because she’s wired differently.

In her head there is chaos and clutter.

She speaks from the heart without

agenda or chart.

She’s an open book, with a raw outlook

and has an impartial view, but as a friend

she’s honest and true.

 

 

 

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