June 20, 2013

 

 

The problem with

deleting heartache

is that it remains in the

memory’s hard drive.

 

 

 

 

It’s Friday again, the day we

would go to the market and

then onto lunch in a nearby

village.  You would play for

time and stretch the day out

as much as possible.

It broke my heart to watch

you walk up your path at the

end of the afternoon.

You could never understand

how I needed an hour to myself

before the family came flooding

back in through the door.

Come Monday, I knew the

first call of the day would be

from you, quite often saying

‘Get over here NOW, I haven’t

seen a bloody soul all weekend’.

 

What I’d give to be able to spend

a whole Friday with you now!

 

 

June 11, 2013

 

 

Free from stress

Free from pain

Yet sat here sobbing

in the pouring rain.

 

Free to express

Free,  strength to regain

Yet envying the robin

on the window pane.  

 

 

 

 

 

Eager Willy

said to Jilly

‘I’ll warm you up

when the weather

turns chilly’.

Cautious Jilly

said ‘Don’t be silly,

stop horsing around

I’m not that kind of filly’.

 

 

 

 

 

It isn’t surprising

the dough isn’t rising

as the mixture is

lacking in yeast.

 

It’s so mesmerising

when the dough begins

sizing and one can

anticipate the feast.

 

 

 

To all those guys whose bums I nipped,

when young and out on a bender, I do

apologise whole heartedly, in this note

addressed ‘From an anonymous sender’.

 

To all those guys I flirted with and to

whom, in the end, I wouldn’t surrender,

I now apologise as I roll my eyes and

think of myself as a sad pretender.

 

But to all those guys who took me on,

including the one who banged his head

on the fireplace fender, I now apologise

unreservedly, if I mistook your wink 

to mean something more tender.

 

 

May 26, 2013

 

 

She dared to have some ‘me’ time

A bit of ‘fun and glee’ time

A ‘frolic around the tree’ time,

but was sure to be home by tea-time.

 

 

 

In moments of preferred solitude

she sat amongst the hibiscus

reflecting on her life and

wondering if the choices she’d

made were for the best, and if

the time was now right to tell him,

and get it off her chest.

 

 

 

 

 

Soldier on the frontline, my thoughts

are with you night and day.

Soldier on the frontline,

for your safety I do pray.

Soldier on the frontline, sleeping

underneath a troubled moon.

Soldier on the frontline, you are

my world, please come home soon.

 

 

 

 

 

The like mindedness of fools who

share humour to set themselves free.

The broken heartedness of lovers

who separation can never foresee.

 

 

 

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