March 15, 2015

 

 

I know her words,

they’re in my head.

I read her thoughts,

as if force fed.

 

More to the point,

I also saw

the open wound,

the flesh so raw.

 

I held my tongue,

and she held hers;

silently sharing

each others cares.

 

She knew I knew.

I knew she knew.

Far worse than this,

we had come through.

 

I know her smile,

and she knows mine.

Now comfort found,

all will be fine.

 

 

 

January 18, 2015

 

 

And the end came again,

as that feeling kicked in.

The one buried deep,

and held firmly within,

that temporarily surges

when chaos abounds,

before faithful stoicism,

a crisis surrounds.

 

 

October 18, 2014

 

 

And strangers came from afar,

to bathe in the relaxing Spa,

where all life’s stresses cast aside,

re-moisturising skin, where

sun-oil,  sat and fried.

And fake tan; blotchy,

in bursts of amber,

hardened lily white softness,

dancing the samba.

and ran in streaks

towards ankle bones.

A sight no ‘man of taste’

condones.

 

 

 

 

 

July 20, 2014

 

 

They thought it fun

to partake of wine;

to laugh and frolic

and intertwine,

 

in the summer months

of bright sunshine,

never knowing the art

of when to draw the line.

 

They also thought it cool

to ‘go man go’

and be out, half naked

in winter’s freezing snow,

 

but in their dotage,

sense, they came to know.

Tho’ still their hearts said yes,

their bodies said ‘oh no!’

 

 

 

 

 

 

June 5, 2014

 

 

To catch a moment

so defined,

and release the stress

as you unwind,

 

and hold it til

it disappears,

then find you’ve conquered

all your fears,

 

is worth the effort

of the catch;

a moment seized,

a perfect match.

 

Held tight til

sunshine re-appears

and dries away

those fallen tears.

 

 

 

April 1, 2014

 

 

A single crumb of evidence,

but enough to get one hung.

A blob of cream on the tip of the nose,

proving excuses to be far flung.

 

A mouth too full to even speak

and almost choking with shock,

when unexpectedly caught red handed

gorging on a secret supply of choc!

 

 

 

September 17, 2013

 

 

Even though there were battles

and heated spats,

it’s agony without you –

Oh, how I so miss our chats.

 

Even though there were times

I could have wrung your neck,

to see you once more,

over mountains I’d trek.

 

So, to this day

even though you are gone,

you can be sure that your memory

lives on and on.

 

 

 

 

August 9, 2013

 

 

Fine Whisky, the staple diet

of kilted highwaymen,

drunken until they lilt.

Pure water taken with it

would help slow down the wilt.

 

 

 

November 28, 2012

 

 

I have been stood here holding

a ten pound note in my hand for

the last nine minutes, in readiness

to pay for my tray of food.

I am the only man in the queue.

The delay is simply because all

these gasbags in front of me haven’t

even thought about how they’ll pay, and

wouldn’t dream of searching for their purses

until they reach the front of the counter.

Once their purses are found, they then open

and close endless compartments before

discovering they haven’t enough small change

to pay for their items, and then they have to

go delving into their bags again, unzipping

various other hidden areas where, presumably,

bank notes and credit cards are stuffed away.

The delay isn’t over once they’ve paid – Oh no,

they then proceed to put their loose change

or cards safely away, whilst still in pole position,

instead of moving off to one side, so as to allow

the next person to be served.

What I find even more exasperating is that

it’s these very same women who are the ones

complaining that

‘It takes forever to get served in here’.

 

God, give me strength!

 

 

August 17, 2012

 

 

Good god, he’s picking his nose,

his finger’s nearly half way up.

I don’t know how he’s managing to drive,

in his other hand, there’s a starbuck’s cup!

 

Good grief, now he’s eating a muffin,

he’s level with us again in the queue.

He’s just put his middle finger up at me-

What an incredibly rude thing to do!

 

Good lord, now we’re sat behind a coach,

containing supporters on their way to a game.

Three of whom are now mooning at us,

some people just don’t have any shame!

 

Good job we‘ve now safely reached home,

just as Steve Wright’s gone off the air.

Motorway madness has turned my mind,

but I can’t wait to get back out there !

 

 

 

 

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