February 19, 2014

 

 

 

 

In the year before he came;

her life unchallenged, without aim.

No wish had she to be tied down.

She was content to paint the town.

 

In the year before he came,

she ran wild and reckless without shame.

No responsibility was she looking for.

Her feet free to dance the floor.

 

In the year before he came,

her life fell apart; she was to blame.

She reached an all time low;

only days of heartache did she know.

 

In the year before he came,

she saw his face, and heard his name.

But never for a moment thought,

that by the love-bug she’d get caught.

 

In the year before he came,

she played and lost a dangerous game.

In the wings he waited to hold her hand,

and never judging, took command.

 

In the year before he came,

when life could never be the same,

he picked up the pieces of her heart,

and nevermore were they to part.

 

 

 

 

February 13, 2014

 

 

And in that moment

when sense goes on the blink,

and you buy red roses

when you know she loves pink!

 

And a bottle of bubbly,

thinking glasses will clink.

Until you remember

she no longer, takes a drink.

 

And the trouble you now face

for getting caught up in the hype,

makes you think, ‘never again,

it’s all just a load of tripe’.

 

 

 

 

January 22, 2014

 

 

When in mellow moments

that the mind enjoys,

her memory drifted back

to long forgotten boys.

 

Some were built for fun,

and knew how, the game to play.

Whilst others caused heartache

when they went on their way.

 

Some came and went overnight,

and others lingered longer.

One stood her up in the rain;

the rat, making her feel stronger.

 

Some appeared out of the blue,

as if to test the water.

Causing alarm and dismay,

and never fit for darling daughter.

 

 Some came with excess baggage.

Others came with none at all.

One climbed in the bedroom window.

Her father chased him down the hall.

 

One came with grand illusions.

The world, he thought he ruled.

But he had cotton wool for brains,

and so their friendship cooled.

 

One appeared from another planet,

who seemed to be unique.

He wore flares and liked banana’s,

and owned a small boutique.

 

One came from the tropics,

on a mad hot summer day.

but she was not home at the time,

so her mother sent him on his way.

 

There was one who had a scooter;

a Lambretta, she did recall.

Who loved himself to bits,

so from grace, she let him fall.

 

Another arrived from Europe,

with his knapsack on his back,

claiming the war was over,

but giving her mother a heart attack.

 

There was one right from the start,

who her father couldn’t stand,

and thought, if she stuck with him,

in trouble, she would land.

 

Then came the one she’d marry;

a most unlikely type,

who caught her on the hop,

and filled her head with tripe.

 

 He said ‘Don’t hang your star on me,

I’ve got girls in many parts’.

‘I’m not your long term future’. –

So wrong he proved – her king of hearts!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The tune, ever reminiscent,

bringing a moment so sweet,

as memories flood back in an instant,

causing the foot to tap out the beat. 

 

Though the memory now has faded,

(the mind, sadly a recorder without a tape.)

wonderful times are somehow recalled,

that, as yet, haven’t found an escape.

 

 

 

 

 

Knowing how to be together

and to comfortably intertwine,

is worth more than riches could ever buy

and thankfully works for me and mine.

 

Knowing how to stay together

when others try forcing you apart,

takes a combined effort of achievement,

worth every beat of the heart.

 

 

January 12, 2014

 

 

To look

To feel

To agonise

To need to cry,

but can’t.

 

To see

To touch

To drawback

To want to love,

but can’t.

 

To turn

To leave

To walk away

To want to apologise,

but can’t.

 

To run

To find strength

To never look back

To yearn to stay,

but can’t.

 

 

 

 

January 2, 2014

 

 

A farewell, an opportunity,

to whisper sweet nothings

in his ear.

 

It’s the only chance there’ll be,

to declutch mischievously into

higher gear.

 

An embrace waited all night for,

which out of courtesy he returns,

making it clear,

 

that her blatant efforts of seduction,

and obvious yearnings, mean to him,

in-differential fear.

 

 

 

 

December 28, 2013

 

 

He longed for his sweet Melissa

who lived across the pond.

They had met on a train journey,

and immediately formed a bond.

 

By the time his journey terminated,

for many hours, they’d been confined.

Hers carried on to the airport,

but by then, she was stuck in his mind.

 

By the time of their separate,

his composure, he’d had to restrain.

He mentally tracked her footsteps,

and felt insurmountable pain.

 

What attracted him to Melissa,

he could never quite understand.

From the second they’d started talking,

his emotions had got out of hand.

 

They knew so little about each other.

Their personal life wasn’t even discussed.

They seemed alone in a whole new universe.

A sudden connection, with full force thrust.

 

He had stood to leave the compartment,

and lifted his bag, with a heartfelt sigh,

before turning back and saying to Melissa

‘I hope that this isn’t a final goodbye?

 

Her smouldering eyes had then looked at him,

and she gave a smile he would never forget.

before silently handing him her business card,

hoping her actions, she wouldn’t live to regret!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Once the tip

has been revealed,

no longer will

the rest stay concealed.

 

You can press it down,

and it might stay there,

but it will reappear,

once it’s smelt the air.

 

That’s when it becomes

a tour de force.

A battle royale,

a one way course.

 

A strength of wills,

with such magnitude,

that you’ll soon realise,

you’re as good as stewed.

 

 

 

December 26, 2013

 

 

A place in the mind,

that appears again and again.

An adrenalin rush

that gets lodged in the brain.

It once happened as I wandered

down Old Park Lane.

Forever, that moment, was to remain.

 

 

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