August 2, 2013

 

 

Is not reality

but a sobering thought

when far too late in life

partners become dear

When the memory holds fast

the past – crystal clear,

whilst today, from the mind,

disappears.

 

Why is happiness

so short lived

when it takes a lifetime to bind?

Why does a young head

on old shoulders still sit

when vital tools are now

so hard to find?

 

 

 

 

 

Pushing the parameters

Meeting crazy deadlines

Dealing with incompetents

causing deep frown lines.

 

Loading up the data

with back-up, just in case

Working long into the night

to see dawns enlightened face.

 

Like a hamster on a treadmill

Never putting on the brakes

Hell bent on succeeding

at whatever price it takes.

 

 

 

 

 

Searched for

Yearned for

That tempting ghost

 

Nagged for

Begged for

That ultimate most

 

Worked for

Fought for

That freedom coast

 

Prayed for

Paid for

That finishing post.

 

 

 

July 31, 2013

 

 

Mirrors reflecting mother images

Clouds’ hiding what is beyond

Prisms the magic of infinity

Uniting and sealing the bond.

 

Opulence with its own grandeur

Diamonds bought in romantic haste

Turn out to be meaningless indulgences

With little more value than paste.

 

Freedom the priceless commodity

The joy of none directional routes

The coming together and leaving

Gladly wearing old hob nailed boots.

 

Horizons and new tomorrows

Shackles discarded forever at last

Empowerment being the one luxury

needed to exist in a world so vast.

 

 

 

July 29, 2013

 

 

He lost his life

because she was on heat.

He sensed her desire

and ran across the street.

Though the driver braked hard,

a swerve he couldn’t complete.

And the dog lay there

without a heartbeat!

 

 

 

 

At the foot of the bridge

where the junctions met,

and where the sun each night

always chose to set,

sat folks watching their knickers

getting soaking wet

as they gaily chatted

in the launderette.

 

 

 

 

Take a cupful of beaurocracy

Add to it red tape by the mile

Stir well until entangled

And sky high the work will pile.

 

 

 

 

Lost memories of sweet Louise

return to me with the summer breeze.

I see her face, her anxious smile,

as the car drove on, mile after mile.

 

Each crying branch of trees we passed

all knew the journey would be our last.

Each traffic light that was on red

only added to, the heartfelt dread.

 

Such memories of sweet Louise

A treasure trove, to me, are these.

Her arrival came, and soon she went

And those few hours were all we spent.

 

 

 

 

Growing pains

Pudding stains

Country lanes

Weather vanes

Landscaped plains

Bamboo canes

Rotting grains

Stinking drains

Haggled brains

Earthly strains

Human remains

Hardship reigns.

 

 

 

 

It had to be left in the

place where he put it,

with the label clearly on view

Exactly one inch from

the fungal foot spray,

or the explosion,

in his head, blew.

 

 

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