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October 27, 2013
She ached for her when she was one,
and from her side, by then, had gone.
She bled for her when she was two,
and prayed that she had made it through.
She longed for her when she was three,
and didn’t have her by her knee.
She thought of her when she was four,
like every year that had gone before.
All she could do by the time she was five,
was hope that God had kept her alive.
She knew that by her age of six,
no long term heartache could she fix.
When she was seven, she thought of her-
another year without her there.
And when, next summer, she was eight,
her heart with love, still carried weight.
She wondered then, when she was nine,
if she was happy and doing fine.
When she was ten, she was at a loss all day-
A decade since she went away.
The pattern, the same, with lamented pain,
as each year came around again.
October 15, 2013
The promise of a
new tomorrow,
without foundation,
will bring sorrow.
A good day will not
come about
with much success,
where there is doubt.
A seed that’s sown,
will never flourish,
without food
on which to nourish.
September 21, 2013
Travel back in time
to ‘Flashback’ land,
where a kaleidoscope
is at our command.
How rich the store
of memories there,
with well stocked
shelves of loving care.
In ‘Flashback’ land
there’s hall after hall,
of indexed information
at a moments recall.
How satisfying
to find solace there,
and of life, long forgotten,
to be made aware.
In ‘Flashback’ land
there’s a school of thought,
and a chance to correct
bad habits that were taught.
How valuable
just to sit and reflect,
on past misdemeanours
that only time can detect.
In ‘flashback’ land
there’s a floor of future dreams,
and a penthouse of hindsight
to now explore new schemes.
How fortunate to be blessed
with such a place,
though, sadly, new tomorrows
can never, the past replace.
September 16, 2013
Who bought what
from whom and when
will they next buy it
back again?
Who sold what
to whom and why
was there never,
a hue and cry?
Who gave what
to the world at large,
without expecting
a shoulder charge?
Who lost it all,
who saw no sense,
but now has freedom
as recompense?
August 27, 2013
The joy of hope ascending,
the doom of love descending.
The high of exhilaration,
the low of realisation.
The thrill of expectation
the hell of decimation.
August 24, 2013
When a heart is already broken,
and the biggest loss in life has occurred,
one becomes almost bullet-proof,
lost in a world where feeling aren’t stirred.
For to function and operate normally,
and fit into the human race,
one has to act out the motions,
and appear with a smiling face.
And although the world keeps on turning,
and tries to gather one up in its wake,
one can only deal with grief in ones own way,
before coming to terms with ones heartache.
August 9, 2013
When more is less
or more or less,
reduced from yesterday.
No more the stress
of carelessness,
is far, a better way.
When less is more
than was before,
some still left for today.
No more the need
for extravagance
and lower bills to pay.
July 31, 2013
Mirrors reflecting mother images
Clouds’ hiding what is beyond
Prisms the magic of infinity
Uniting and sealing the bond.
Opulence with its own grandeur
Diamonds bought in romantic haste
Turn out to be meaningless indulgences
With little more value than paste.
Freedom the priceless commodity
The joy of none directional routes
The coming together and leaving
Gladly wearing old hob nailed boots.
Horizons and new tomorrows
Shackles discarded forever at last
Empowerment being the one luxury
needed to exist in a world so vast.
July 29, 2013
It had to be left in the
place where he put it,
with the label clearly on view
Exactly one inch from
the fungal foot spray,
or the explosion,
in his head, blew.
July 27, 2013
No sense in gain
from illicit deceit.
No fence is worth the sale
of any goods on heat.
No pence, however small,
makes ‘wrong’ complete.
No hence or whence or why
can ever excuse a cheat.