January 14, 2015

 

 

Of course, I can only

tell you how I see it,

and try to advise you

for the best.

But I have a familiar feeling

you’ll still do it your way:

I knew it, well, I’ll be blessed!

 

 

 

 

Better men

have gone to their grave,

through a word slipped out

in an innocent rave.

 

Lesser men,

not knowing how to behave,

have survived much worse

by the closest shave.

 

 

 

 

 

The mutual attraction

had been immediate:

No need for formalities

or word rehearsing.

But today,

with her gone from his bed,

the mother of all hangovers,

he was nursing.

 

 

 

 

 

The joining of hearts and minds;

a summer of exuberance and hope.

The unity of the people, proving,

in grim times, they could cope.

 

Such happiness and laughter;

real enthusiasm and drive.

Through celebration and togetherness,

showing hard times they could survive.

 

The linking of nations was magical,

confirming, that human beings once more,

can make a world truly wonderful,

by embracing what life has in store.

 

 

 

January 4, 2015

 

 

Please return if found

at the close of play,

if all that’s left of me,

as a keepsake, pray.

 

So they know for certain

where my last steps lay,

on this sodden earth

at the break of day.

 

And this initialled belt,

meant to be found,

so they can bring me home,

and place me underground,

 

knowing I’ll be safe

in our family grave,

and this piece of leather,

the parting gift I gave.

 

I never made it home

as you know by now,

but my belt you received,

from my pal somehow.

 

He gladly took it off,

as my dying plea,

for you, dear Mum and Dad

with much love from me. x

 

 

 

 

 

In the lily pond

of a childhood dream,

lie secret wishes

leading to a stream.

 

As yet, unrealised,

but the outlet there;

waiting for the moment

to lay burdens bare.

 

And shed a skin,

and to life respond;

but first that single step,

out of the lily pond!

 

 

 

 

They ask ‘Who is he;

give me some common ground,

so a realistic conversation,

I can then turn around’.

 

They say ‘Give me some detail,

about what makes him tick,

so words can be exchanged,

without me looking quite thick’.

 

They ask ‘Does he like dogs,

or is he a cat man’?

‘Fill me in on his background

as soon as you can’.

 

They beg ‘Let me see his resume;

his imagination to catch’?

But he’ll know in a second,

the plan that you hatch!

 

I say ‘to hell with all that;

take him as he comes,

if you’re ever going to be,

agreeable chums’.

 

See him as a blank canvas;

your own picture create.

If you start off with bullshit,

no progress you’ll make.

 

Don’t you think that he knows,

each irritating sycophant,

and each line of nonsense,

that out of their mouths, pant?

 

If you go down that route,

polite excuses he’ll make,

just to get the hell away,

for his sanity’s sake.

 

Just imagine him naked,

but on second thoughts not,

as a sudden fit of giggles,

would see you a clot.

 

And what if the worst happens

and an opportunity is missed:

Is it such a big deal,

if he doesn’t know you exist?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

January 3, 2015

 

 

‘Please forgive me’,

she said in vain.

‘At least, let me,

try to explain’?

 

‘Things aren’t the way,

you think they are;

it’s just my humour-

so bizarre’!

 

‘No chance’ said he;

the damage done.

‘Pick up your broom,

and go and run’.

 

‘And take with you,

your acid tongue,

to the gates of hell,

where they belong’.

 

‘Your answer seems,

to me, extreme!

Your voice in temper,

at a scream’.

 

‘Could I win you back

with a sweet caress,

and a touch of loving

tenderness’?

 

‘And a succulent steak,

cooked to perfection,

with cupids arrow

sent in your direction’?

 

‘Put like that,

my mind forgiving;

yes, let’s carry on,

with this game called living’.

 

‘As long as sticky pudding,

there is to conclude,

served with chocolate sauce

by you, in the nude’?

 

‘Trust you to push

for that little bit more;

now we’re back at the start,

where we were before’!

 

‘Oh, and there’s no such service

at this ere’ ranch.

So take or leave the offer

of an olive branch,

 

before I close

the larder door:

Remember what Oliver Twist got,

when he asked for more’?

 

 

 

 

  

 

 

 

 

December 19, 2014

 

 

So simple, yet so beautiful;

so pure in every way.

The gift of love so durable;

a feeling here to stay.

 

So powerful, yet so natural,

and with each passing day,

a blessing so incredible;

a fortress, come what may.

 

So solid, so dependable;

a joy, when skies are grey.

Two hearts that beat in unison;

a love that’s here to stay.

 

 

 

 

 

Weren’t you the one

who battled on,

and showed us resolve,

when hope, all but gone?

 

Weren’t you the one

we relied upon,

and came up trumps,

with the noon day sun?

 

Weren’t you the one,

when, at heavens door,

returned to life and

gave us, that bit more?

 

Weren’t you the one,

who kept us sane,

when in depths of despair,

we felt such pain.

 

Weren’t you the one

Well, it’s our turn now,

and we’ll beat this thing

together somehow!

 

 

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