February 10, 2013

 

 

He cried from the rooftops

‘Believe me, I’ll jump’.

He cried from the city bridge too.

But his rants were ignored, as

no impact he made, for no-one

believed his words to be true.

 

You see the world was his stage,

method-acting his game, he turned

up daily to practise his art.

But with no work forthcoming and

little chance of a break, his threats

really did come from the heart.

 

  

 

 

When dogma blinds clarity,

and eyes become blurred,

and giving and self sacrifice

are words too often heard,

it’s time to self analyse and

on matters reflect, in order

to move forward and regain

long lost respect.

 

 

 

February 6, 2013

 

 

Give the cat a crunchie

Throw the dog a bone

Buy the hamster a climbing wheel,

but never leave them all alone.

 

 

 

 

 

I can promise you the moon

to guide you through the dark.

I can promise you the light

at break of day.

 

I can promise you the sun

but not always on demand.

I can promise you four seasons,

in one day, but not as planned.

 

I can promise you sweet williams

and geraniums and roses.

I can promise you warm arms, when

on my chest, your head reposes.

 

I can promise you my tears

if before me, you depart.

I can promise evermore to you,

my ever loving heart.

 

 

 

 

 

I’m not the most obvious valentine

ever to walk your way.

But I would take good care of you

if you decided to stay.

 

I’m not the most intimate lover

ever to take your hand.

But I would be the happiest guy ever

if you were to accept my wedding band.

 

 

 

 

Oh Valentine, I suppose you’ll do,

I’m too old to search for another.

I’ve paid the price, it has to be said,

for simply not listening to mother.

 

Oh Valentine, you drive me nuts,

but I’d be lost without you, I know.

I’m far too tired to ‘break in’ another,

so let’s get on with the show.

 

 

 

 

 

 

I know you belong to another

and that I’m pushing my luck,

by asking you out to dinner

now a friendship we have struck.

 

I know that I’m chancing my arm

but it really would give me a thrill,

if we could spend some time together

at that cosy hotel on top of the hill.

 

 

 

 

February 4, 2013

 

 

After their memorable meal downtown,

Brubellgot hailed a taxi, and smiling,

gave his hands a rub.

He was taking Mendotta to meet his

friend, Hermanalfroyd, who played the

bongo’s in a Manhatton club.

 

Mendotta, whilst excited, was now

beginning to feel sleepy, not having

had time to recover from the flight,

and again in the club, had the weirdest

feeling, that someone had been shadowing

her, throughout the night.

 

The atmosphere was electric, and after

a second wind, Mendotta settled to

enjoy the fabulous show.

But sitting close by wearing dark shades

and a pork pie hat, was a guy with a face

she seemed to know!

 

Percoughalees, now scared his cover might be

blown, decided he’d be pushing his luck,  

if in the night spot he was to stay.

So thinking tomorrow he’d have an easier

chance to be alone with Mendotta,  

he decided to call it a day.

 

He knew Brubellgot to be Mendotta’s brother,

and whilst he cared for her, posed no intimate

threat.

And feeling the same about Hermanalfroyd, (the

bongo beater from New York’s jazz set) decided

he might win Mendotta’s heart yet.

 

Percoughalees left the club and jumped into a

taxi, which took him back to a small hotel,

nicely cited near 42nd street.

Then sitting patiently by his bedroom window,

saw Mendotta go through swing doors of the

hotel opposite, making his evening complete.

 

  

 

January 28, 2013

 

 

Pity me, for I love thee, Berty Bonkers.

Sit with me whilst I stroke thy furrowed brow.

Lie with me and unravel thy complications.

Die with me in a thousand years from now.

 

 

 

 

 

 

She loved the warmth of his embrace, and

the heat they created between the sheets.

But the chilblains she got from that hot

water bottle, had her in agony for weeks.

 

 

 

 

 

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