August 9, 2012

 

 

Hoards of people rushing nowhere,

spending dosh they haven’t got

on the latest ‘must have’ gizmo

that they think is hot, hot, hot.

 

Crashing shoulders with each other,

to the Sales, they run amok,

in hope of saving a small fortune

on the latest ‘Westwood’ frock.

 

Heading with the kids towards ‘Hamleys’

to grab games running out of stock,

that will be played just once at Christmas

then on a shelf, stored and forgot.

 

When at last the ‘hit’ is over,

back amongst the crowds they run

to the nearest proverbial coffee bar

for a latte and a bun.

 

Then with parcels at the ready

and feet about to howl,

they rush back along the street

to get home in time for Simon Cowell.

 

 

 

August 7, 2012

 

 

 

There was a scootercophony of sound

as he roared off on his Lambretta.

 

 

 

 

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.

 

 

 

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