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August 7, 2012
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!
It’s on days like today Mother dear,
that we long to see you again.
But alas, all we have are memories,
a mixture of smiles and sorrow and pain.
It’s on days like today we remember
the good times and many there were.
When, so complete as a family,
we lived life without a care.
It’s on days like today we are grateful,
that through fairness, you kept us as one.
There was no sibling rivalry ever
and that matters so much now you’re gone.
It’s on days like today, more than others
we give thanks Mum, in so many ways
For the fine example you set us, and
your encouragement and your praise.
It’s on days like today you are with us,
Still around and making us smile.
And so it will be forever, you know
Each and every step of life’s mile
I just can’t seem to get on today,
I just can’t get ahead.
I’m still sorting yesterday’s queries
and promising leads that now seem dead.
I just can’t raise my energy level.
My morale, It’s very low.
Where’s that boost of adrenaline gone?
I had it last week, I know.
Our monthly figures are way out,
there must be a hidden agenda!
My secretary’s gone on her holiday
and left me a ‘temp’ called Brenda.
She doesn’t know how I operate
and she makes really lousy tea.
And she has an annoying giggle,
that is really getting to me.
The children are driving my wife mad,
they are on their school holiday.
On top of which my in-laws have come,
and are here for a fortnight’s stay!
I think that I’m losing my marbles.
Roll on autumn for goodness sake,
when we all can get back to normality
after the long summer break.
What’s the sense in reacting
to a situation you cannot change?
Try to put it behind you,
for in worrying, no hope will you gain
It’s something that cannot be solved,
and it’s here that you’ve got to remain.
So what’s the sense in reacting?
Life is simply a daisy chain