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October 31, 2012
After two become one,
when the loving has gone,
and you’re left in limbo,
yet must carry on.
Just think of the good times,
before life became bleak,
when warmth under the sheets,
you both used to seek.
So fast it appeared, leaving no time to think
A love made aware by a meaningful blink
A future secured with indelible ink,
leaving one quite amazed and tickled pink.
To discover one is truly loved
is the most wonderful feeling on earth.
To know time nor distance can break that bond,
gives life such meaning and worth.
The re-affirmation of what was set in stone
takes the chill off a wintry evening, when
one sits huddled all alone.
Two clouds collided and from
the sky came rain.
Two hearts touched as one
and healed the pain.
October 24, 2012
That result will count at the end of the season
It’s the pivotal game to turn fortunes around,
and take us off the foot of the table, and bring
smiling faces back to the ground.
He was too big to challenge,
too powerful to accuse.
Everyone uneasy, yet
having too much to lose.
They weren’t competitive enough,
they had no hunger or fight.
Inside of their stomach
was no shark-like appetite.
Too laid back, they were,
even complacent, I guess.
If they’d ran a much tighter ship
they could have avoided the mess.
She is the real package,
the genuine mc’coy.
There’s no-one on earth
could bring you more joy.
She’s effervescent and zany,
unique, in her style.
When she pops into your mind
you can’t help find a smile.
She’s the one who can move you
Oh yes, and bring tears.
Like many, she’s suffered
in her former years.
She’s known heartache and tragedy,
both in equal measure,
yet battled through regardless.
She’s an absolute treasure.
Why would you hide behind closed curtains?
no-one wants to look at you
Only mushrooms thrive in darkness
Breathe some air and take in the view.
Why would you sit without a light shining?
now that dusk has turned to night.
You’ll have cockroaches come to visit
They think it’s their god given right.
Why would you lie under the canopy?
like you were in a silken tomb,
with your body as still as a corpse –
Bet you were loathe to come out of the womb?