April 9, 2014

 

 

During times of forward thinking,

old thoughts flood the brain.

The mind so rich with new ideas,

cannot dismiss a past refrain.

 

When caught up in a revolving circle;

the head, a kaleidoscopic churn.

Where ideas put on the back burner

are about to make a return.

 

 

April 1, 2014

 

 

A word slipped in

with no intention

of causing harm;

just pure invention.

 

A word slipped in;

A double meaning;

An innocent remark

with no side screening.

 

A word slipped out

when forward leaning.

A whispered bark

when feathers preening.

 

 

March 28, 2014

 

 

The question was never asked

for the answer too hard to take,

but was the one to create commotion,

and the missing slice of the cake.

 

 

 

 

How must it feel

to know that kin

is the instigator

and enemy within.

 

What an invidious

position to now be in,

though technically

there has been no sin.

 

 

February 28, 2014

 

 

Broken glass against walls

smashing, in the street below,

is picked up on tyres of traffic

crashing, swerving too and fro.

 

Drunken revellers shouting,

screaming, in the street below.

Manic laughter, then smudged eyes

streaming, as many tears flow.

 

All hell has broken out

uncontrollably, in the street below.

Police cars arrive and then

Paramedics, and only blood on show.

 

 

 

 

The sun shades in winter.

The open top car.

The friend at the airport

giving tickets to travel afar.

 

The obvious likeness

in almost every viewing,

shines out like a beacon,

and has the barristers queuing.

 

 

February 21, 2014

 

 

The hammer blow;

the final straw.

The insult that hit home,

with truth so raw.

 

 

January 29, 2014

 

 

The best way to spread a secret,

is to entrust it to just one,

who in turn will tell another,

who will then pass it on to someone.

 

As it travels it gathers momentum,

becoming far fetched and out of control,

and before you know it, it’s world news,

but will have lost it’s original soul.

 

 

 

 

With no lapses in time,

or thoughts, a chance to gather,

decisions were made,

which got them into a lather.

 

 

 

January 22, 2014

 

 

 

Attention to detail has now

all gone to pot.

Slackness and sloppiness

in evidence, where once not.

 

A quick touch of paint,

a polish and dust,

now replaced by shabby chic,

full of woodworm and rust.

 

A tut-tut often heard

from a generation past,

as kids reclaim all the junk,

that was thrown out with aghast.

 

 

 

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