July 13, 2012

 

 

It’s best to own up to the simplest mistake

because not to, would only be folly.

If sorry doesn’t work, then plead insanity

It’s OK to be quite off your trolley

 

It’s best to recover from any such mistake,

as fast as you possibly can.

Get it right off your chest then lay it to rest,

and move on to your very next plan.

 

As we all grow, we must make that mistake,

from which we always step back and retreat.

How many times must we wobble and fall,

before finally finding our feet?

 

How dull life would be without a single mistake,

to refer to at some later stage.

And how sad not to have in our memory bank,

a mistake that was worth a week’s wage!

 

 

July 9, 2012

 

 

Sample a cupful of mirth.

Top it up with good cheer.

Discover the elixir of life

And enjoy it, whilst you’re still here.

 

 

July 5, 2012

 

 

Try it, you might just like it

Give it your best shot

Surprise yourself

Attempt the unimaginable

Enter freefall

Enough said!

 

 

July 1, 2012

 

 

Trust no-one but yourself

Follow your intuition

Believe in your wildest schemes

With hope, they can come to fruition.

 

 

 

 

Please don’t swear,

I find it offensive.

Speak with a civil tongue.

 

Express yourself in a

manner that’s acceptable.

Surely you know right from wrong.

 

 

 

June 20, 2012

 

 

Live it, love it,

embrace it. For

tomorrow, it will be

but a memory

 

 

June 12, 2012

 

 

Do not fear tomorrow

Just peacefully rest your head,

and sleep until the morning is with you

Then happily dance out of bed.

 

Feeling refreshed and invigorated,

like a nymph, swinging on a gossamer thread

Let your anxieties and cares go windward

and choose the positive route instead.

 

‘Life’s gone in a flash’, old folk’s tell us.

We shrug our shoulders and think, ‘Oh, Get real’

But before we know it, another decade has gone,

and we begin to know how they feel.

 

So do not fear tomorrow

Every second is priceless, be told.

Make all of your time count for something

There’s more to life than a pot of gold.

 

 

June 6, 2012

 

 

‘Everything in moderation’,

our  Dad always said.

But he worked ‘til he was sixty five,

then promptly dropped down dead.

 

Now where’s the sense in that?

 

Just take this life steady,

and fit into the daily grind.

Don’t be over ambitious,

or indeed, overstretch your mind.

 

Now where’s the sense in that?

 

Just be Mister Average,

and follow the flock of sheep.

Tumble through life in wonderment,

as if you are half asleep.

 

Now where’s the sense in that?

 

Dare to wake up feeling different,

with blood running fast through your veins.

You can meet any challenge ahead,

if you’ll only take hold of the reins!

 

Now there is some sense in THAT !

 

May 11, 2012

 

 

By chance, I came across Veronique

               one Sunday morning in a Riga street.

                                    She touched my very soul.

     No more than nine or ten herself and

               already a surrogate mother

                       out walking with her siblings

                                    In charge

                                              In control

                           Yet, so soft and gentle

 

    She cradled her tiny young cat, Bonzic

                       as if a babe in arms.

                                     He let her too!

           He seemed content

                        and protected.

      We chatted

                       Had instant rapport

She was as bright as a button

          and introduced me to her eldest brother

              around the age of six or seven.

                     His teeth in a state of decay

 

      In a push chair were two more children

                           Looked like twins

                                    aged two or three

                                           or so it seemed to me

 

At the time my heart was breaking.

              I was stressed

                           and out of my tree.

                  Obsessed with my own problems

 

I wanted to walk on with those children

                              Stay with them forever

              They had nothing

                                 Yet, they had everything

                 Love, contentment, bonding

                             I could barely pull myself away

                                    They taught me so much

 

 

May 4, 2012

 

 

There’s no point in being moralistic

And it’s too late to now back track

The problem’s here and we must deal with it

No use having a heart attack!

 

 

 

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