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June 20, 2013
Footprints in the mud
Going nowhere fast
Bogged down in no mans land
and living in the past.
No Inland Revenue
hot on the trail.
No luxury yacht
waiting to sail.
No car to park
No flat tyre with a nail.
No designer shopping
No taxi to hail.
No dining out
eating curly kale.
No living up to
some holy grail.
June 11, 2013
Free from stress
Free from pain
Yet sat here sobbing
in the pouring rain.
Free to express
Free, strength to regain
Yet envying the robin
on the window pane.
May 26, 2013
The like mindedness of fools who
share humour to set themselves free.
The broken heartedness of lovers
who separation can never foresee.
April 9, 2013
There’s clearly issues that
can never be overcome.
Old spats from the past,
stuck like gum covered
pavements, in the minds
of the unforgiving dumb.
April 3, 2013
Gone are the yachts for which they yearned
And money owed, in full, returned.
For it was spent before t’was earned,
With lessons learned, and fingers burned.
March 29, 2013
Blind to signposts, he continued
on the route through no-man’s-land.
A directional error on a journey that
was neither thought out or planned.
March 6, 2013
She thought she was a sex bomb.
She thought she had it all.
Trouble was, her hips were far too wide,
and her tits were far too small.
She thought she was a corker,
She thought she had it made.
Trouble was, she looked like Joan of Arc,
when dragged through some crusade.
She thought she was a pin-up,
She thought that men did swoon.
Trouble was, her three-some fantasy,
wouldn’t have attracted an entire
Platoon.
February 17, 2013
Oh, the allure that starts the procure
Oh, the amore that follows for sure
Oh, the consistence that’s hard to endure.
Oh, the farewell at the end of the tour.
February 10, 2013
On a rally bike, with gears ascending,
he felt like the bees knees.
But being a novice and a show off,
finished head first, in the trees.