February 10, 2013

 

 

Calculate the odds and decide

what is worth the punt.

Never settle for the inevitable.

The outsider can win the hunt.

 

 

 

 

 

She told him ‘off the record’

what he really didn’t need to know.

And whilst this was vital information,

his hand, he did not show.

 

She should have minded her own business.

The little minx should have left well alone,

for there will be a day of retribution, as

whistle-blowers seldom hear triumphant

trumpets blown.

 

 

 

Fairy footsteps gaily dancing

along the cobble stones.

Games of hopscotch, long forgotten,

now just tired bones.

 

 

 

 

Honesty; that flaming

convoluted word that

sits uncomfortably next

to white lies, and hides

in half truths and at times,

belies factual evidence.

Honestly, sometimes I

think that honesty

sucks.

 

 

 

 

 

A self indulgent fool

without foresight or

insight, isn’t worth a

moment of daylight

or twilight.

 

 

 

 

Unable to sleep, she became

increasingly restless and lay

thinking about the beautiful

Pekinese dog she had seen

that day.

He had the most fabulously long,

slinky coat, and she recalled

seeing him do a whoopsie against

a wooden beam outside the theatre,

and then happily swagger off with his

mistress as his silky fur mopped up

all the mess.

Her thoughts then went back to her

childhood, when her auntie used

to keep Pekinese dogs. They seemed

to spend all their life stood on the

draining board of the bake-house sink,

having their bottoms washed!

She remembered asking her mother

why her auntie used to wash her dogs

in the sink and her mother had replied,

‘because she’s a mad bugger’.

 

 

 

 

‘It was nice to see you all

on Sunday.

It was good of you to travel

across to see us when you spend

all week on the roads as it is.

We understand that, and are

grateful to you for taking us out

for that expensive lunch, but quite

honestly we would have been far

happier if you’d mowed our lawns

and done some odd jobs around

the house that we now find too

difficult to tackle.

I know you’ve said you’ll pay if we

get a gardener or odd job man, but

we like to be private and keep

ourselves to ourselves.

I hope you don’t mind me saying

this? Your Mother says I should

keep my big mouth shut and just

be glad you come at all.

I have to say that it’s silly for you

to waste all that money on food

we can’t eat though. They put so

much on your plate these days and

we’re not used to all that fancy food

anyway. We would much rather eat

home-made shepherds pie and trifle;

proper food, like you were all

brought up on’ .……….

 

 

 

 

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.

 

 

 

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