July 27, 2013

 

 

In the street of serendipity

lie discarded apple cores.

Environmentally friendly?

Not according to the roars!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Oh fool when in the

highlight of thy youth,

was reckless and one

has to say – uncouth.

 

Oh fool when in the  

midst of middle age,

by then had loved and

lost, in rampant rage.

 

Oh fool when in the

twilight of thy life,

realised a dream to take

a virgin wife.

 

Oh fool who on thy

death bed finally lay,

wouldn’t have ever

changed a single day.

 

 

 

 

 

No sense in gain

from illicit deceit.

No fence is worth the sale

of any goods on heat.

No pence, however small,

makes ‘wrong’ complete.

No hence or whence or why

can ever excuse a cheat.

 

 

 

 

Alas, lass, it came to pass

I said ‘no good could there be’,

when you fled down the path

of no return, in order to marry he.

 

Barely out of school were you at the

time, with fairy tales in your head,

and not prepared to listen to sense

before you entered his bed.

 

Alas, lass, it came to pass

No point saying ‘I told you so.

For you went down the path that I took,

so many, many years ago!

 

 

July 22, 2013

 

 

The ship that sailed on that yon sea

was built for neither you nor me

With waves so high and sharks that peep

no calm was there, just lack of sleep.

 

The ship that sits near drier land

is now our kingdom to command.

With blue skies high, where salmon leap

and peace of mind is ours to keep.

 

 

 

 

A planted seed that

never should have been

Now decades on still

remains unseen.

 

The gift of life –

A random gene

Is now the time to

finally come clean?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Oh rum, that is the sailors tea

that warms his heart

so he merry be.

 

Oh wench, that is the sailors glee

after long and lonesome

days at sea.

 

 

 

 

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.

 

 

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