July 15, 2013

 

 

Fear blueberries

at your peril

Denounce grapes

and go to hell

Resist the rash

from a strawberry

and in a fruitless

kingdom dwell.

 

 

 

 

 

Panic not son;

The water is not so deep

that you will drown

A mere trickle will land

on your forehead during

the performing of the

ritual and then you will

become one of us and

saved from the devil and

the Loch Ness monster.

 

 

 

 

 

Taking a moment out

from his daily grind,

a long hot summer

returned to mind.

Only fleetingly was there

a chance to look, at that

amazing page from his

memory book.

 

 

June 27, 2013

 

 

Just remembering Acdo and Rinso,

and also Omo and Tide, takes me back

to those Mondays at Grandma’s, when

she ironed all her washing with pride.

 

 

 

 

 

She instilled in them disciple

and structure, and re-taught them

self esteem.

She showed them the benefits of

of damned hard work, where

lackadaisicalness had taken

hold in the extreme.

She shared with them the gifts

of her talent and scraped them

up off the ground.

A more remarkable person there

never was –

A natural giver of life and love,

and great fun to be around.

 

 

 

 

In the olden days they would have said

she was ‘a bit touched, or even ‘tapped’

and blessed with eccentricity.

 

Today she would have been worshipped

and called a genius and given shots

of neon coloured electricity.

 

 

 

 

In the bedrooms were signs of dampness

where the wallpaper had started to peel.

The roof badly needed re-thatching

but the owners ‘would do a deal’.

 

Then glasses clinked loudly together

sounding like a grand masters toast.

The Agent said ‘Don’t be worried’,

‘It’s only the resident ghost!

 

 

 

 

 

I love, therefore

I am alive.

I will still love

tomorrow when you

are gone from my side,

but I will mourn your loss,

and yet through despair,

somehow survive.

 

 

June 20, 2013

 

 

Come back to your homeland

and your friends, be among.

To remain imprisoned in this

crazy, self imposed exile, can

only be wrong.

Come back to New York

where you belong.

 

 

 

 

 

Footprints in the mud

Going nowhere fast

Bogged down in no mans land

and living in the past.

 

 

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