July 22, 2013

 

 

They stand as one, yet in a pair,

joined at the hip through years of care.

 

They talk as one, and tales compare,

of bygone days and wisdom share.

 

They sleep as one, yet in two beds,

now bodily functions wreck their heads.

 

They see as one, now eyes are dim,

both he for her and her for him.

 

They die as one, life’s not worthwhile,

without the other at whom to smile.

 

 

 

 

 

 

No tricks or hidden agenda

No falsehood or cloudy smoke screen

Tis hard to believe they are so supportive

when such users some others have been.

 

No self promotion or social climbing, no

double edged sword that in the back stabs

Just love offered purely and simply

flowing as frequent as city black cabs.

 

No secret ulterior motive

No improbable tenuous link

Just friendship offered from the heart

So rare these days, one only can think?

 

 

 

 

So starved of

help of any kind

that her whole body

aches for sleep and

peace of mind.

No long term contact

required, just a friendly

cuppa, away from the daily

grind, until the family reappear

and she carries on resigned.

 

 

 

 

So starved of

touchy-feely love

that his whole body

aches for womanly

charms.

No long term contact

required, just a friendly

massage by experienced

palms, until stress disappears

and the body calms.

 

 

July 15, 2013

 

 

When letter winkies

begin to play

high jinkies

And better sinkies

begin to smell

hot drinkies

And setter linkies

begin to spin

real thinkies

Tis the time

to sort those

zetter minkies.

 

 

 

 

 

And in a life

that had a

chequered past

And mud once

slung was

surely there

to last

And fortune cookies

eaten until sick

No other option

was there

but to tick.

 

 

 

 

 

Oh passionate soul

with urgent needs

and hunger the catalyst

that on survival feeds.

Seek ye not the path

where nettles lay

in the dense undergrowth

of yesterday.

 

 

 

 

 

Oh fantasy,

that is blind love

for now

and nothing more than

passion anyhow.

A broken promise

and forgotten vow.

For sake of sanity

exit with a bow.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The monster hat of lunacy

The prickled skullcap of pain

The mortar board of success

The bejewel’d crown of reign

 

 

 

 

Upon this earth we dwell

as best we can

In harmony and trust

with fellow man

Until the time when

in our coffin lay

A job well done

until the close of day.

 

 

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