September 13, 2012

 

 

 

Enter the protagonist

The formula soon to splatter.

They’d almost put the deal to bed, now

anarchy reigns and air waves shatter.

 

 

 

 

The late night prancer

The single girls dream

The compulsive chancer

The cat that got the cream

The married romancer

Go home, you fool – redeem.

 

 

 

 

 

 

It’s true that opposites attract

and open up avenues to each other.

But when the differences are too great,

sometimes the effort isn’t worth the bother.

 

 

 

 

Papa once said

‘I like all flavours of ice cream, I do’,

causing the family to look at each other

and fall about laughing.

Those words hung around his neck like

a banner and were repeated whenever

ice cream was seen or mentioned.

 

 

 

 

 

The cockatiels became his only form

of emotional support after Clarissa died.

They too, missing her presence and 

understanding his heartache,  shared in

the grieving process. 

Without his beloved birds those first difficult

months would have been intolerable.

 

 

September 9, 2012

 

 

 

Of course, I can only tell you how I see it,

and try to advise you for the best.

Though I have a familiar feeling, you’ll

do it your way, now it’s off your chest.

 

 

 

 

Heaven was in the back seat of his limousine,

until a late night voyeur appeared on the scene.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Allow the fledglings freedom

to rise and fall at will.

Be there if they should need you,

but in the background stay until ……

 

 

 

 

Some see it as an untimely hic-cup,

a blip, a diversion, a niggling pain.

Others see it as a lucky opportunity,

a rainbow, a chance to showcase and

attain.

 

 

 

 

 

 

He spent years sat on the Tube

in the midst of life, yet speaking

to no-one.

Now decades later, he sits in a

Care Home doing exactly the

same.

 

 

« Older Posts — Newer Posts »