September 21, 2013

 

 

Travel back in time

to ‘Flashback’ land,

where a kaleidoscope

is at our command.

 

How rich the store

of memories there,

with well stocked

shelves of loving care.

 

In ‘Flashback’ land

there’s hall after hall,

of indexed information

at a moments recall.

 

How satisfying

to find solace there,

and of life, long forgotten,

to be made aware.

 

In ‘Flashback’ land

there’s a school of thought,

and a chance to correct

bad habits that were taught.

 

How valuable

just to sit and reflect,

on past misdemeanours

that only time can detect.

 

In ‘flashback’ land

there’s a floor of future dreams,

and a penthouse of hindsight

to now explore new schemes.

 

How fortunate to be blessed

with such a place,

though, sadly, new tomorrows

can never, the past replace.

 

 

 

 

 

September 17, 2013

 

 

To different ports they’ll travel –

Going, going, gone.

No sadder time than the departure,

when passing ships, sail on.

 

 

 

 

 

When influence

meets common sense,

a bargain can be struck.

 

But when insolence

meets hard defence,

be sure, you are out luck.

 

 

 

 

It’s the sketchiness in the middle

that sits blurred and almost forgotten,

for the brain can only register times

stupendous or thoroughly rotten.

 

 

 

 

Even though there were battles

and heated spats,

it’s agony without you –

Oh, how I so miss our chats.

 

Even though there were times

I could have wrung your neck,

to see you once more,

over mountains I’d trek.

 

So, to this day

even though you are gone,

you can be sure that your memory

lives on and on.

 

 

 

 

September 16, 2013

 

 

Who bought what

from whom and when

will they next buy it

back again?

 

Who sold what

to whom and why

was there never,

a hue and cry?

 

Who gave what

to the world at large,

without expecting

a shoulder charge?

 

Who lost it all,

who saw no sense,

but now has freedom

as recompense?

 

 

 

 

 

Now long lost love is

but a dying ember,

and times well spent,

they won’t remember.

 

On a forgotten spool

or misplaced tape,

lies an unreachable love,

from which there’s no escape.

 

For no magic key

or combination number,

can unlock those days,

that are but silent slumber.

 

Forever, like tomorrow,

means infinity at the time,

but in reality, tomorrow,

becomes a mausoleum shrine.

 

 

 

 

 

Now may be the time

to get in touch,

after so many

years have elapsed.

 

She might just need you

more than you think –

Her relationship

could have collapsed.

 

Now may be the time

to resolve the past,

by putting the stop

on any further decay.

 

She might still feel

the same way as you,

and be able to cast aside

the problems of yesterday.

 

Now may be the time

to make your move,

and therefore

pent up emotion release.

 

She might just be waiting,

as I suspect she is.

Get in touch, and

give her heart peace.

 

 

 

 

You’re full of bullshit,

full of lies.

I don’t believe

your alibi’s.

 

You’re full of patter,

full of french fries.

I know the truth,

I have my spies.

 

 

 

 

He never said a word,

he didn’t need to.

His eyes said it all,

and she knew what

she must do.

 

He didn’t promise the moon,

he didn’t need to.

His touch said it all,

and to herself she

must be true.

 

He never knew her name,

he didn’t need to.

But she lives on in his mind,

and helps to get

him through.

 

He shouldn’t have crossed the line

but felt he had to.

And now, a lifetime later,

still recalls a love

he never knew!

 

 

 

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