January 2, 2014

 

 

…and in that instant,

 still feeling bereft,

 I knew from my side,

 you had never left.

 

 

 

 

 

The tension of waiting,

with much anticipation,

as wild thrills run amok

through our veins.

 

The mention of skating

on thin ice, so elating.

Never a remedy to cure

aches and pains.

 

The pension inflating,

not a penny we’re creating.

If truth be known, there’s

more losses than gains.

 

The attention dilating,

and fewer visitations.

Dreams of yesterday,

bound now in chains.

 

 

 

 

How normal tomorrow will feel,

when we are back together as a team.

And all that we took for granted,

has been tested to the extreme.

 

How close once again we will be,

even closer, than ever before.

And should anyone dare come between us,

for certain, they’ll be shown the door.

 

How grateful for tomorrow’s promised ride.

A day, we wondered if we’d ever see?

Now with hindsight and luck on our side,

we can go forward, so happily carefree.

 

 

 

 

 

Stand back and address the issues here,

and take yourself out of the equation.

And is there still a problem now?

I think not, on this occasion.

 

 

 

 

The blinding winter sun,

sits lowly in the skies.

No good to man or beast,

and not in line to win a prize?

 

The warming springtime sun,

brings new life, a cold spell denies.

Each bud a cherished radiance,

that overnight, grew by surprise.

 

The scorching summer sun,

causing squinting of the eyes.

A constant danger to us all,

unless caution, we exercise.

 

The grandest autumn sun,

that perfectly situated lies.

And watches like a godfather,

as leaves say their last goodbyes.

 

 

 

 

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.

 

 

 

 

 

 

No bitterness within his veins.

So God-like in word and deed.

For others, a life he did sacrifice,

without any price agreed.

 

No questions did he ask.

He took his punishment in his stride.

And finally when freedom came,

he was loved the whole world wide.

 

A man of men, so mentally stoic,

living an existence no man should endure.

Yet, throughout his incarceration,

staying gentle with thoughts so pure.

 

These days we quibble over minor discomforts.

What must that have looked like to him?

A spoiled lot we have all turned out to be,

expecting life to be full to the brim.

 

What use are good examples,

if their work, forgotten, as soon as they die?

In case he is able to look down from heaven,

we must keep that twinkle alive in his eye.

 

 

 

 

 

When silent alarm bells ring out,

because sensitivity so acute,

in the mind of one so persecuted,

one cannot fail to get to the root.

 

When a body of work so precious,

with minor alteration is reproduced,

silent alarm bells reach a sinister tone,

revealing a trespasser, easily seduced.

 

With gentle, early warnings ignored,

there is only one course left to take.

Let the charlatans and forgers beware,

or risk being revealed as a fake.

 

 

 

 

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.

 

 

 

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