January 29, 2014

 

 

The drive;

The determination,

to succeed when so

near to the brink.

 

The laugh;

The satisfaction,

in being more intuitive

than they think.

 

 

 

 

The best way to spread a secret,

is to entrust it to just one,

who in turn will tell another,

who will then pass it on to someone.

 

As it travels it gathers momentum,

becoming far fetched and out of control,

and before you know it, it’s world news,

but will have lost it’s original soul.

 

 

 

 

With no lapses in time,

or thoughts, a chance to gather,

decisions were made,

which got them into a lather.

 

 

 

 

 

 

They dangle and they tantalise,

and sparkle as we fantasise.

But when night-time falls we realise,

our dreams may never crystallise.

 

For in this game of lows and highs,

we are no longer taken, by surprise.

We must trust that only sense applies,

and truth will come without compromise.

 

 

January 22, 2014

 

 

Hesitation; the enemy of impulse,

as one can surely find to their cost.

Holding back at the vital moment

can mean that all is but lost.

 

Yet to charge along on a runaway train

can be a life changing hairy ride,

if a second thought has not been given,

to the consequences or the downside.

 

The trick is getting the balance right, by

asking impulse and hesitation to compromise.

It’s as delicate a decision as you’ll ever make,

but well worth the energy to realise.

 

 

 

 

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 excitement begins with the journey.

Through the hustle and bustle they weave.

Picking up glorious momentum,

in the hope of a dream to achieve.

 

They are in the hands of the future,

without any maps needed to view.

Much better than staying indoors undecided,

wondering where on earth, most of time flew?

 

They are open to any suggestion,

that each turn of the corner may bring.

Just to be out there is so exhilarating;

feeling as free as a bird on the wing.

 

 

 

 

 

 

I’m in my mothers head,

as my thoughts I re-arrange;

and am now paying the penance

for when I gave her short change.

 

I’m in my mothers mind,

understanding all too clear;

how without any intension,

I caused her many a tear.

 

I’m in my mothers’ world.

Through her eyes I now see;

how unconditional love,

for a child, just has to be.

 

 

 

 

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.

 

 

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