March 28, 2014

 

 

No joy in dwelling on the past,

of battles won, fortunes amassed.

The gain, not worth the mental strain,

and all for what, hindsight’s refrain?

 

That generation who discovered wealth

yet would not spend in case ill health

came fast like lightning to their door,

knew an instant remedy they had in store.

 

or so they thought; money the cure for all!

Remember Damascus where Saul met Paul.

Yet with blinkered faith they still wanted more,

becoming mesmerised with their golden store.

 

And where overwork and excessive strain,

in time, took it’s toll, on the smartest brain.

No isolated palaces with marble towers

can ever fix the sick in their dying hours.

 

 

 

 

The rippling shoreline

on an abandoned beach

as night time falls;

the sun out of reach.

 

A severed tongue

no words could teach.

The shock too great

for an acceptance speech.

 

The sea comes in and bashes

the crumbling seawall,

with its violent temper

in a free for all.

 

And words, too late

came as if they cared,

but above seagull squawks

could not be heard.

 

And another day

that with promise held

came and went without

a timid voice yelled.

 

But what they say

of time and tide is true,

and there’s a new horizon

always on view.

 

 

 

February 28, 2014

 

 

Her nail-bed repairing;

nail varnish she’s wearing,

and now for the right reasons,

folks at her hands staring.

 

 

 

 

February 19, 2014

 

 

How refreshing is ‘dry’ January,

with no sluggish starts to the day,

as we recover from the party season

by keeping excess at bay.

 

The body begins to repair itself,

and the bloated look leaves our cheeks,

now the wine that seemed so essential,

is out of sight for four weeks.

 

And for a time, only still water,

flowing fast through each vein.

No dreaded trips to the bottle bank

and being caught in the pouring rain.

 

A chance to reflect in all seriousness,

what the lack of consumption makes,

to our mood and general demeanour;

no ‘morning after’ headaches or shakes.

 

And although February starts off cautiously,

with good intent to stay dry and have none

all too soon arrives good old Valentines Day,

when glasses clink and the game is back on. 

 

 

 

 

 

February 16, 2014

 

 

When in a confused frame of mind

where no solution is there to find,

and all the options on hope rest,

don’t ever settle for second best.

 

 

 

The power of proof;

the coming clean.

The attacking force

of the rogue gene.

 

 

 

 

I see his point.

I hear his plea.

Too late, alas

for me to move the sea.

 

I know it was right

what he instilled in me.

Sometimes the mighty truth

takes a lifetime to see.

 

 

 

February 9, 2014

 

 

Sturdy winter pansies,

smiling through the snow.

Surviving February’s treachery,

their faces all aglow.

 

 

 

 

 

Take one gram of imagination,

and two grams of inspiration,

then mix together rampantly

with a few drops of perspiration.

 

Now set aside for an hours duration,

using the time for deserved relaxation,

whilst counting your many blessings,

to spread on top, as divine decoration.

 

 

 

February 4, 2014

 

When all reasoning leaves the alcove space,

and flees for cover to loves warm embrace.

All too late, melting footsteps to trace;

time to finally accept, a mirrored face.

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