October 24, 2012

 

 

The first venture away from his homeland

A chance to grow and exist

in the corporate world of opportunities.

In triumph, he punches his fist.

 

 

October 7, 2012

 

 

 

A hard nut to crack,

he came across as brisk and cold,

but beneath his organised exterior,

lay a harrowing story untold.

 

 

 

 

 

The cost of boastful carelessness

The price of a secret exposed

The consequential holy mess

that only bravado knows.

 

 

 

 

 

Believe in a fantasist at your peril

Be swayed into enticing false hope.

But be sure when it all goes tups up,

alone, you will have to cope.

 

 

 

October 2, 2012

 

 

At the forefront of ones memory

are times of sheer exhilaration and

times of harrowing pain.

The flotsum and jetsum in the middle,

like a sponge, soaks up the mundane.

 

 

October 1, 2012

 

 

Let nature be free to survive at will

No good can become of any mass kill

Who decides when there should be a cull?

Who’s hardened heart, can the trigger pull?

 

 

September 29, 2012

 

 

If birth came with a guarantee

that one would live to be ninety three.

What extra joy there’d be in store,

to beat the odds, and reach ninety four.

 

 

 

 

 

Today is the tomorrow one wastes

yearning for yesterday.

 

 

 

September 18, 2012

 

 

A life lived as planned

should be considered a

fortunate hand.

 

 

 

September 13, 2012

 

 

 

A frown says more than a million words.

Eyes wide open, set alarm bells ringing.

A shake of the head from left to right

says ‘to little hope, one is clinging.

 

 

 

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