November 28, 2012

 

 

 

I’m truly listening, even though I’m

not looking at you, so please carry

on with your story. I’ve probably heard

it before, or at least a hundred versions

of it, but please, do continue, you have

my undivided attention, honestly.

 

 

 

 

For now, you’ll do for now,

not forever mind, but for now

is fine. You fill a void, you tend

my needs, you stem the bleed.

For now, means just until, but

with the morning light, the tree

could lose a bow, anyhow, let’s

live for now.

 

 

 

 

 

She heard his voice, and knew in  

seconds they’d be face to face.

She heard his nearing footsteps

and felt her heartbeat gather pace.

 

 

November 27, 2012

 

 

He had the delicate touch of a lump hammer.

His comments were always pile driven.

He attempted humour where angels fled.

His naivety,  not always forgiven.

 

 

 

 

A broken promise,

a scurrilous deed.

An act of treason,

based on need.

An altercation,

where handbags flew,

when she discovered

he’d slept with you.

 

 

 

 

Never knock the marriage that has

worked for them, for in sitting silently

they’ve discovered harmony and pride,

and are on course for the long term ride.

 

 

 

 

When others mock your accent,

and in it find laughter and mirth,

consider them rude and untravelled,

and not a minute of time, to be worth.

Just be proud to speak in your

motherland tongue;

be proud of the place of your birth.

 

 

November 25, 2012

 

 

You came, you saw,

you loitered with intent.

I saw, I came,

I willingly did relent.

 

 

 

 

He quietly put the key in the lock,

the hour was late and he needed affection.

But the key wouldn’t budge, for he was at

the wrong house, fast realising his

memory stick had lost it’s direction.

 

 

 

 

His influence was massive,

but their respect twofold.

Both giving strength to each other,

and when needed, truth, be told.

 

 

 

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