February 17, 2013

 

 

When one half of a pair

is in despair,

the other half steps in

to fix the repair.

 

When one half of a pair

is no longer there,

the other half rests easier

in the knowledge they care.

 

 

 

 

The gigolo with the piccolo had all

the ladies dancing to his tune, but

the gigolo with the piccolo, preferred

the dude with the big bassoon.

 

 

 

 

 

From the moment he laid eyes on her

he was entranced;

captivated by her stunning aura.

She, with wonderful copper coloured hair

bound attractively into a loose chignon;

a soft fringe framing her gentle face.

His heart raced.

She was the most elegant lady

he had ever seen,

and he, just a mere boy

of only thirteen.

He took sneaky peeks at her in assembly

as they all stood together in prayer.

She wore the most luscious

mauve coloured, mohair,

cowl necked sweater,

and deep purple pencil style skirt.

Shiny black patent stiletto shoes

completed her look.

He was so much in love

that it hurt.

She was the new geography teacher,

and spoke of Norwegian fiords

and Cornish tin mines

and rock formations

and the equator.

He needed a translator,

for it all went over his head, as

he sat transfixed by her beauty,

traumatised by her smile,

and lost in a universe of his own.

 

 

 

 

Sunshades are the voyeurs mask,

concealing darting eyes, but there’s

excitement bubbling down below,

that no man can disguise.

 

 

 

 

Oh, the allure that starts the procure

Oh, the amore that follows for sure

Oh, the consistence that’s hard to endure.

Oh, the farewell at the end of the tour.

 

 

 

 

 

 

When the O is on the left,

adrenaline runs through

the veins, but when the O is

on the right, negativity reigns.

 

 

 

February 12, 2013

 

 

How many times can a heart be broken?

How much sorrow can one person feel?

How many loved ones have left us lonely,

nursing wounds that won’t ever heal.

 

How many years have gone by in limbo?

How many times for those days can we crave,

until the day dawns when we suddenly realise,

not quite so often, do we visit their grave?

 

 

 

 

 

Where there’s an element of uncertainty,

even with the benefit of the doubt, that

still gnaws away in your mind, like a

nagging ache, before a tooth comes out.

 

Then it is time to trust in your instincts

which have rarely let you down before, and

put the necessary wheels into motion, in

order to forever close that half open door.

 

 

 

February 11, 2013

 

 

Percoughalees discovered this

evening that his visit to Venice had

been re-inacted, as if in a dream, and

so decided the time was now ripe,

to investigate, in the extreme.

 

 

 

February 10, 2013

 

 

On a rally bike, with gears ascending,

he felt like the bees knees.

But being a novice and a show off,

finished head first, in the trees.

 

 

 

 

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