January 7, 2013

 

 

She over compensated

for his short comings.

She let him off the hook.

One wonders if she really knew,

how, without blindness,

love would look?

 

 

 

 

 

When a vital part of the infrastructure,

temporarily disappears from the screen.

It’s time to assess what is valuable,

and how on a treadmill, you have been.

And when that necessary component,

re-appears once again on the scene.

It’s good to re-boot and go forward,

and sometimes, wipe the past clean.

 

 

 

 

We soul search once more,

and forgiveness ask, and promise

in earnest to fulfil the task.

 

Our transgressions, the headache,

we failed to put right, long after

our weaknesses have come to light.

 

 

 

January 4, 2013

 

 

Send me one of your worries,

tied up with a scarlet bow.

It’s one less item to take off,

your list of ongoing woe.

 

Send me one of your pipedreams

from deep inside your soul.

I’ll create for it, a life,

and make two halves a whole.

 

 

 

 

 

When all is said and done

with battles fought and won.

I look at you and realise

you’ve always been the one.

 

 

 

 

I know who I would

if I did

but I don’t.

I know who would too

but no chance

so they won’t.

I know it’s a shame

such a waste

argh, but still.

Though it’s out of the question

maybe someday I will!

 

 

 

 

There are some who are greedy,

and some who are mean.

Some who are lazy,

and some in between.

 

There are some who are selfish,

and some who raise hell.

Some who are jealous,

and some who won’t gel.

 

There are some who are clever,

and some who are thick.

Some who are soft,

and some who are slick.

 

There are some who stay local,

and some who do travel.

How hard family life is,

when feelings unravel.

 

 

January 2, 2013

 

 

Pitiful Percoughalees decided

to cool things down, and give

Mendotta some space.

His reason being, that Mendotta

might miss him, and he’d then

be back in the race.

 

He also needed time to upstage

Unkonkey – an arrogant Admiral

indeed – who Percoughalees thought

behind his uniform, was probably a

beach bum on speed!

 

 

 

 

There was an undercurrent

that needed raising, before

the Sultana went out of her

mind.

All the dried fruit stored in the

cupboard, had disappeared

along with the sugar, which

of course, was refined.

She could hardly berate the

kind servants, as she knew the

Sultan with his sweet tooth,

would prove to be the culprit,

though he’d swear blind he

was telling the truth.

 

 

 

December 31, 2012

 

 

The torturous agony

of the uncemented wall,

that at any second,

in clouds of dust,

could fall.

 

 

 

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