August 15, 2012

 

 

The judge knew it

The barrister knew it.

The solicitor knew it too.

They had lost on a technicality,

and justice, out of the window, blew.

 

 

 

 

At the core of all this madness,

there is you.

My saviour and protagonist,

my lover and my rock.

The one who shares my burden,

and helps me to take stock.

 

At the centre of my world,

there you are.

Ever present, ever stable,

and there to take the flack.

The one who’s at the front line,

to guard me from attack.

 

 

 

 

‘You’ll feel better in a while’,

they said, after he died.

But I had to grieve my own way,

and still felt him by my side.

 

‘You’ll come to terms with you loss’,

they said, as time went on.

But no different did I feel,

than when the day he’d gone.

 

‘You’ll get used to life alone’

they said, as months went by.

But with my heart broken in two,

I bade my last goodbye.

 

 

 

August 14, 2012

 

 

They always called it the ‘Doo-Fries-Dooby’ –

a word from childhood that’s stayed in her mind.

It used to live under the bed,

until they moved house and left it behind.

 

 

 

 

Forward thinking, projected planning.

Spread sheets full of hope.

Whizz kids tell us a storm is coming.

In a ‘meltdown’ will we cope?

 

 

 

 

 

Let’s stop this dilly-dallying,

and beating about the bush.

Let’s cut to the chase and do it,

whilst we feel the urgency and the rush.

 

 

 

 

Ee, you’re a numbskull,

you’ve forgotten to bring the bread.

What good’s  just ham and butter?

Have you got sawdust in your head?

 

 

 

 

 

 

I will blow kisses across the ocean.

Catch them if you can.

Open wide your eyes and see I love you,

and have, since time began.

 

 

 

 

 

 

He fed her boiled tripe butties

she swallowed them too, with ease,

until it dawned upon her,

that she’d really rather have cheese.

 

 

August 12, 2012

 

 

The forgotten Sub sits

sucking his thumb.

Passed over so often,

he has segs on his bum.

 

 

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