August 7, 2012

 

 

Until this world stops turning

I will go on yearning

to see you again once more.

I need to see how you’ve blossomed

and how you’ve coped alone,

in this jungle of existence,

where we spurn our very own.

 

 

 

 

 

During her soul searching days

she listened to what people didn’t say.

She saw in their eyes all she needed to see, and

knew in her heart, what the remedy should be.

 

 

 

 

 

All the data we could ever need

is now only a tap, tap away.

With technology so far advanced,

our brains are redundant and in decay.

 

 

 

 

They said she was social climbing,

but of her, he was very fond.

So much so, that he gave up his throne

for that gal across the pond.

 

 

August 3, 2012

 

 

Forget-me-not, little petal.

Don’t marry for gold, my bright bluebell.

Cast not aside your nasturtiums

The thorn of a rose can sting like hell.

 

 

 

 

 

It’s over

Just go, don’t linger.

We’re no longer an item.

It’s over

Be off, don’t look back.

We gave it our best shot.

No point in living a lie.

Vamoosh

 

 

 

 

 

His knowledge was vast

but he gave nothing away.

He was cunning and watchful

when selecting his prey.

 

 

 

 

 

 

They joined bodies without

thought of tomorrow

when their normal lives

they would resume.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reforming from her wayward past

and turning her back on high society

She hung up her suspender belt

in favour of a life of sobriety.

 

 

July 31, 2012

 

 

I’m bottom of the pile at our house,
way down on the ‘pecking’ list.
When the ‘soaps’ come on, I take the dog out,
and I’m very rarely missed.

I walk in through the door unnoticed
wanting comfort after a hard days grind.
And pass my wife going to her fitness class
saying ‘There’s beans on toast, do you mind?’

The cat is a source of comfort
and seems able to read my mind.
But then I realise he just wants feeding.
Life can be such a bind!

There’s music screaming from three bedrooms,
and I can’t even get into a loo.
So I clear off to the pub once more
Well really, what else can I do?

‘Has your Dad gone out again?’ my wife asks,
when she eventually comes back in.
But her question is never answered.
She can’t be heard over all the din.

So she settles down to watch a late film,
and I return saying ‘I’m off to bed’
I daren’t try to have a conversation
If I disturbed her, she’d take off my head!

 

 

 

 

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