September 9, 2012

 

 

They married young,

a  family  followed.

It was tough at first,

they fought and hollered.

But with bitter pills and

hard times swallowed.

They battled through and

in love wallowed.

 

 

September 6, 2012

 

 

The triangle of destiny,

the percussion of life.

With it’s lightest of touches,

can scar like a knife.

 

 

 

 

 

Doing nothing isn’t advisable.

Something won’t just appear out of the blue.

The input you contribute will be immeasurable.

Go forth and develop pastures new.

 

 

 

 

Their demons did  ‘em in the end.

All the help in the world failed

to pull them out of the mire.

They were hell bent on destruction.

No common sense could they acquire.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The park is full of doo-dah

from pooches large and small.

Lamp-posts too are minging, and

where there’s none, they’ve used the wall!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

When power becomes personal

and not for the good of the team,

the whole damn lot comes tumbling down,

for the sake of one man and his dream.

 

 

 

September 5, 2012

 

 

 

 

 

He’s an independent creature

who really knows his mind.

He is cautious around strangers

until they prove that they are kind.

 

He moves with stealth and arrogance,

ever watchful all the while.

Never missing to see any chance

through those eyes, that beguile.

 

He uses us at times

but we love him and that’s that.

I’m speaking of our friend,

the great domestic cat.

 

 

 

 

As I walked over the bridge today

I looked down and saw a large carp

motionless in the river. It lay on its

side, cushioned by the water lillies.

It was complete in every part,

but I knew it to be dead.

It looked at peace with god and man.

I walked on, but couldn’t help thinking

‘how short had been it’s life span’.

 

 

 

 

It’s all about balance

and not falling over.

From birth to the grave

in a line, we must walk.

 

It’s all about trusting

and not calling others.

From when thoughts

into words, we must talk.

 

 

 

 

When asked what she was thinking

about, she would always reply ‘nothing’.

But it was apparent that this ‘nothing’ had

taken over her heart and mind.

For the more she thought about ‘nothing’

it seemed the truth she was hiding behind,

and that someone, lost in her past, she

constantly thought about and pined.

 

 

 

 

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