April 9, 2013

 

 

What’s ‘forever’ when one is

finished anyway? It’s only the

blue horizon, and as far as the

eye can see.

Why worry about the future, when

we are all but dead leaves on a tree.

None of us being immortal, nor

ever reaching eternity free.

 

 

 

 

She always said that some

jiggery-pokery went on there,

and that things weren’t as

they appeared, and whenever

she had to go passed that place,

she felt a shiver as she neared.

 

 

 

 

Think hard until you find the answer

It’s there somewhere gathering dust.

Use it, or lose it forever

Don’t let the mind turn to rust.

 

 

 

April 3, 2013

 

 

T’is not to question why,

when vicious teeth, grind up

the evidence of mass deceit.

 

T’is not to wonder what that bin

contains, amongst shredded strips

where nonsense now remains?

 

T’is not to dwell on hell in

printed form. Scars papered

over never beat a storm.

 

T’is not to piece together

from the past, a love now lost,

that never was to last.

 

 

 

 

You may think it’s all over

and now in the past.

You hate him with a passion,

but that truly won’t last.

 

You could see him in hell

for his feckless ways.

You feel revengeful and hurt,

as, at his door, the blame lays.

 

But if you love him deep down,

then sit tight, for your sake.

Better the devil you know,

than some other old rake!

 

 

 

 

Ever ongoing

Always unfinished

No signature in evidence

Yet no less diminished

 

The true bond of friendship

A hand to extend

The offer of love

No beginning, no end.

 

No distance too far

No time frame to meet

Ever ongoing, when

two hearts softly beat.

 

 

 

 

 

Gone are the yachts for which they yearned

And money owed, in full, returned.

For it was spent before t’was earned,

With lessons learned, and fingers burned.

 

 

 

 

Love so new, so naked, so raw

So unashamedly exposed

So instantaneously moving

 

This thing they call love is

not love at all, but merely lust,

and the work of the devil.

 

 

 

 

Simmering gently,

Coming to the boil.

Bubbling nicely,

Worth all the toil.

 

 

March 29, 2013

 

 

Mendotta met up with her sister, Estollina,

who was waiting in the Arrivals Hall.

They were then joined by brother, Brubellgot, 

who had a ‘stop over’ before flying to Montreal.

 

Estollina was staying in Uruguay with husband

Arthrumdan, a civil engineer of renown.

He had a year long assignment, to construct

a bridge in Montevideo town.

 

It was rare for the three siblings to be together,

so time was precious- every minute did count.

And Estollina had noticed a guy in a wheelchair,

who was hanging around and freaking her out.

 

‘Let’s quickly move to the car I have waiting’

Estollina said, urging them towards the lift door.

‘That guy in the chair seemed besotted with you’

she said to Mendotta, when on the ground floor.

 

Mendotta was stunned at her sister’s comments, 

and thinking how perceptive she had been, said

‘Its odd you should say that dearest Estollina, as

onboard he looked like he didn’t want to be seen’

 

‘He spent most of the flight under a blanket, only

ever showing his eyes to the cabin crew and me,

and yet I had the strangest feeling I knew him, 

and thought it weird, he never went for a wee’.

 

‘He kept that same hat on throughout the flight,

that’s how I knew who you meant, now it’s clear.

‘I didn’t realise he needed medical assistance’……

Brubellgot cut in with  ‘God, I need a cold beer!’

 

His sisters, only back together five minutes,

had already become agents for the CIA.

And with Arthrumdan still to meet up with –

this was going to be one hell of a very long day.

 

 

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