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.

 

 

 

 

 

Angels are present everywhere

offering a helping hand, to those

in need who are willing to invite

them onto their waveband.

 

 

 

 

Whether it’s short lived or

it lasts a lifetime, to have found

true love just the once is the

most wonderful feeling on earth.

 

 

 

 

 

He’s got out alive, some

never thought he would.

He’s turned his back and

waved a final farewell.

His place in history

forever secured.

Will his successor succeed?

Who can tell!

 

 

 

 

 

If only instincts were acted upon.

If only courage could replace fear.

The first step is worth a million more,

and really, what’s left for you here?

 

If only hardships were delete able.

If only strength could be gained from a tear.

The first kiss is worth a million more

So leave now whilst the path is clear.

 

 

 

 

 

What fool, whilst on a whim,

would leave for pastures new, in order,

a better lifestyle to pursue?

What fool, without a care,

would seek out greener grass, only to

end up in some concrete underpass?

 What fool, who saw the folly of his ways

would disappear and put himself to graze?

What fool, who stark reality could not face

would regret forever, fleeing his home base?

 

 

April 28, 2013

 

 

Raunchy Roxy, giving it some welly

on saturday night in front of the telly.

Dancing naked, apart from her beads

which she expertly manoeuvres as

her hungry man pleads.

She prances left and right – and the beads

flying over her shoulder, as excitement

starts to build, and she feels a little bolder.

‘Come and get me, big boy’ she exclaims

with wild desire, as her beads go whizzing

passed him – her hungry eyes on fire.

‘That vodka and coke was worth every dime’

her man thinks as he watches

Roxys body, on him climb.

The beads create the mood as she caresses

him with pleasure.  ‘Oh bloody hell’ he thinks –

to the occasion can he measure?

He really doesn’t stand a chance,

her beads just drive her wild.  Maybe they

were a fetish, she had when once a child?

Next day the beads have vanished, they

are safely tucked away, and her man crawls

from the sheets – he’s lived to see another day.

He smiles throughout the week, he really

loves his beaded lover, though he worries

it takes so long,  from the ordeal, to recover!

 

 

 

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