November 25, 2012

 

 

When you awaken to find his

toes tickling your feet, and his

heart against your body, racing

at a speedy beat.

You know there’s just two seconds

to come up with a plan, to figure

where you are, and who, beside you,

is this man?

 

 

 

 

 

When out of the blue,

a little love bug comes calling

Flick the head of the little love bug,

and send him sprawling.

 

 

 

 

In the quietest kind of way,

he just got on with it.

He had a willing pair of hands,

and found no job too foreboding,

no task too demeaning.

From day one he was so easy

to train, and the obvious choice

to finish first, in the winning lane.

 

 

November 23, 2012

 

 

Try to find some beauty

in an ugly bluebottle fly.

It may be an ancient ancestor,

returning to earth for a second try.

 

 

 

 

Let’s be flexible,

and accepting of fools.

Let’s be pliable, and

break a few rules.

 

 

 

 

December, the month of recklessness,

with wild parties and permissible craic.

The reward for a year of slavery,

and relief from not getting the sack.

 

 

 

 

 

In a moment of rashness,

she touched a nerve,

and landed a cruel blow,

he didn’t deserve.

 

 

 

 

Why allow  empty vessels

to win out on the day.

By the time they become top cat,

their ideals will have blown away.

 

 Why  allow dreamers to

ever take ultimate charge.

They belong to the world,

and should remain at large.

 

 

November 21, 2012

 

 

She had tried to find him more than once,

but the trail had always gone cold.

With a name so common, it seemed impossible,

so her story remained untold.

 

 

 

 

The art of ‘keeping it together’,

when those around them are

falling apart, is an attribute of

a mother, that makes mothers

so very smart.

 

 

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