January 15, 2014

 

 

Please relieve me of impulsiveness

that gets me into so much mess,

and my forthright opinionated garble,

that causes others so much distress.

 

Please relieve me of smart–arse answers

to questions, not even to me, are addressed,

and of my constant second guessing,

that makes me sound like such a pest.

 

Please relieve me of all irritation

I may cause throughout the day,

by keeping me away from idiots,

who somehow seem to come my way.

 

 

January 12, 2014

 

 

The chance:

The opportunity:

The adrenalin rush,

that can’t be missed.

 

The hour of pleasure

when in the city,

that the body needs,

whilst the rest get pissed.

 

 

 

January 7, 2014

 

 

The great temptation to remain in the past

had finally hit home, with alacrity at last.

What’s done is done; self indulgence for the vain.

Feeling sorry is no good; it’s too late to explain.

 

So the need to function sent me on my way,

in search of what? I didn’t know that day.

But in looking back, in an attempt to be free,

I discovered that I couldn’t escape from me.

 

The realisation that therein, did the problem lie,

resolutely proving to be, my only alibi.

I couldn’t move on until the past I’d put to bed,

by compartmentalising it forever, in my head.

 

 

 

January 2, 2014

 

 

The tension of waiting,

with much anticipation,

as wild thrills run amok

through our veins.

 

The mention of skating

on thin ice, so elating.

Never a remedy to cure

aches and pains.

 

The pension inflating,

not a penny we’re creating.

If truth be known, there’s

more losses than gains.

 

The attention dilating,

and fewer visitations.

Dreams of yesterday,

bound now in chains.

 

 

December 26, 2013

 

 

A scratchy itch.

A silent twitch.

An unwelcome lodger,

looking for a new pitch.

 

 

 

 

 

The echo of hell

from the wishing well.

Where ten fathoms deep

old Percival fell.

 

So eager was he

that his wish be heard,

he bent over too far,

and ‘help’ was his last word.

 

 

 

December 1, 2013

 

 

 

At the time it was well chronicled,

and on each gossips tongue.

They all said that they expected it,

and weren’t to be proved wrong.

 

Too late, alas, is knowing

what the future holds in store.

No one daring to be a whistle blower,

Best keep your head down, and ignore.

 

To see and not see anything.

To hear and forget, as rule of thumb.

To keep stum and be oblivious –

It’s a sorry world, by gum!

 

 

 

November 8, 2013

 

 

Loyaly, bloody loyalty –

that long forgotten word.

With loyalty comes self sacrifice,

which people now think is absurd.

 

No one willing to offer loyalty,

the stake is just too high.

They’d get trampled in the rush,

as the go-getters pass them by.

 

Loyalty, bloody loyalty, like trust,

has been blown away.

But there will be a price to pay,

as sadly, that’s always the way.

 

 

 

October 27, 2013

 

 

It is a forgone conclusion-

the answer is plain to see.

The branch always threatens to snap,

the higher one climbs up the tree.

 

 

 

 

Deep excavation

is confined,

due to lack of tools

and an idle mind.

 

No explanation

of work declined,

or excuses believed

from one who is blind.

 

Deep exploration

of the mind,

is too big a price-

as truth, we might find.

 

 

 

 

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