April 1, 2014

 

 

A word slipped in

with no intention

of causing harm;

just pure invention.

 

A word slipped in;

A double meaning;

An innocent remark

with no side screening.

 

A word slipped out

when forward leaning.

A whispered bark

when feathers preening.

 

 

 

 

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!

 

 

 

 

 

To moisten a look

that has become too severe.

To reach out and give comfort

to a love most dear.

 

To wash away grit

from a dust filled eye.

To recall a loss with

much more than a sigh.

 

To release the pain

of a sad goodbye.

To sympathise

and trust imply.

 

To show humanity

whilst asking for pardon.

To share grief together

in a remembrance garden.

 

 

March 28, 2014

 

 

To lie down without a pillow

is the best position for the spine.

But it’s really jolly difficult

when you are a porcupine.

 

 

 

 

 

A love that keeps on giving

A love that never dies

A love that holds eternal

A light no God denies.

 

A love that is fulfilling

A love that bonds for life

A love so self repairing,

away from harm and strife.

 

A love needed in a cruel world

A love where bitterness disgraced,

by the joining together of hands,

and through love, all hate replaced.

 

 

 

 

Put them in the store room

with all the other stuff,

that will someday be discarded

when I’m feeling strong enough.

 

Just for now I need around me

old relics from my past,

though I sense the day is coming

for their release, at last.

 

 

 

 

After a few drinks too many

she was separated from the pack,

becoming a prime target

for another frenzied attack.

 

 

 

 

 

No joy in dwelling on the past,

of battles won, fortunes amassed.

The gain, not worth the mental strain,

and all for what, hindsight’s refrain?

 

That generation who discovered wealth

yet would not spend in case ill health

came fast like lightning to their door,

knew an instant remedy they had in store.

 

or so they thought; money the cure for all!

Remember Damascus where Saul met Paul.

Yet with blinkered faith they still wanted more,

becoming mesmerised with their golden store.

 

And where overwork and excessive strain,

in time, took it’s toll, on the smartest brain.

No isolated palaces with marble towers

can ever fix the sick in their dying hours.

 

 

 

 

The question was never asked

for the answer too hard to take,

but was the one to create commotion,

and the missing slice of the cake.

 

 

 

 

A Cyclops maybe

with double vision

writes purely for pleasure

from an open prison.

 

and words, just words

and words alone

made up from desire

through flesh and bone

 

are expressed, free flowing

without much sense

but nevertheless copied

at great expense.

 

What fools are they

who think with just one eye

Cyclops sight impaired

and on his work dare spy.

 

For his underlying

strength is ‘precision’,

and he can see in duplicate

with his double vision.

 

 

 

 

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