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August 27, 2012
The heavens opened and in seconds
puddles flooded the streets.
My heart opened and in seconds
tears flooded my cheeks.
Run along the garden wall,
and tip-toe over the fence.
Then return tomorrow for another crumb,
if indeed you’ve any sense.
We bond and break with monotony.
We search to find in others, qualities we lack.
We test and cajole so mischievously.
But once we leave, there’s no turning back.
Don’t give the evil-doers any airtime
It’ll make them martyrs and that’s their aim.
Don’t glorify any wrong doings
Never again mention their name.
August 23, 2012
Some sparkling razzmatazz is due.
A change of mind-set a must.
Go forward now and don’t look back.
And in your own judgement trust.
It was only a trickle,
but the lemon pickle
made all the difference
to the dish.
It was only a mutter,
but the overheard utter
made all the difference
to the wish.
Close the book, the story’s told.
Why re-live the agony?
Why shoulder all the blame?
If you read the book a thousand times,
the ending would be the same.
You’ve got two seconds to say yes or no.
The answer we need to be clear.
Don’t shilly-shally up Quaver Street.
The taxpayer needs to hear.
In just one sentence tell us the facts.
Is it true, what we already fear?
Don’t babble about on Helium Street.
Are things as bad as they seem to appear?
Courtship with all its frilly bits,
like wining and dining in style.
Reality with all its chilly bits,
ironically, you just have to smile.
Acceptance of the situation
is the way to battle through.
Satisfaction at the end of each day,
will help start tomorrow anew.