July 31, 2012

 

 

Out of the mouths of babes

the truth will often fall.

Their simple, logical approach

in a sentence can say it all.

 

We shake our heads

and smile in wonder.

Their solutions

we can’t cast asunder.

 

To them, it’s as easy as A B C –

It’s just a piece of cake!

So let’s listen to what the children say,

after all – what sense they make!

 

 

 

 

July 27, 2012

 

 

We ear yer goin’ overt’hill,

A wek on Sunday, ay but still.

We ope fer yer sake yer don’t see rain,

and that young Jack, he don’t complain!

Ow did ‘is holiday in Portugal go?

Ow was flyin’ – did he let yer know?

Our sen, we plan to go to 429,

next Sunday cumin, if it’s fine…

We’ll squeeze it in, our diary’s full,

yer know fer uzz life’s owt but dull!

More’s the pity, more’s the pain,

That on the lavvy we both now strain!

We’ve matchin piles, now ain’t that cute!

Well it is til pain gets quite acute!

Ear, I must tell thee before I forgeet,

I’m in a poets society, yeh, that’s reet!

Yer don’t avt’ live int’ neighbourhood,

Yer’ve just got t’send in poems a bit good.

Thi like em best wi’ a Lancashire theme.

Prap’s you being overt’hill is a bit extreme!

Tha could bi sen as t’enemy, tha knows!

Tha might av a bit of a Pennines glow!

Yer cannot foo these Lancashire men,

Yer’d bi sen as t’traitor –  now der yer ken?

Yer might av bin born whert red rose grows,

But tha lives whert white rose surrendered tha knows!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hiya, Sweetie, thanks for the note,

as usual, hand delivered!

You took the time to go outside,

when most of England shivered.

 

I got to thinking, that’s it’s been some time

since my poetic mind awoke!

We’ve been running hither and thither,

and inundated with folk.

 

Now that can be a blessing,

as I’m sure you know that’s true!

But in this crazy, madcap world,

there’s no time for what we want to do!

 

Everyone’s so heavily committed,

to trying to make a buck.

But after working flat out,

the rest is down to luck.

 

So at times when we go missing,

or retreat to staying in bed.

It’s simply because we’re knackered,

that word just popped into my head!

 

The luncheon was quite splendid,

and the ladies found you charming.

But when one asked you if you drove,

I did find that alarming.

 

Was she looking for a set of wheels,

to ferry her about?

She doesn’t know you’re 90,

of that, I have no doubt.

 

The speaker was very human

And in good ‘nick’ for his age.

His wife is nineteen years younger,

but to go into that – I’d need another page!

 

 

 

July 26, 2012

 

 

It was his choice to be

remote and unreliable.

He preferred to remain

uncontactable, depriving

the world of his wisdom

and energy.

He felt almost duty bound

to exist in an all encompassing

cocoon of ideology.

His complexity made him all

the more fascinating.

He was master of his artistry.

A deep and passionate thinker.

A beautiful person locked

within his own universe.

 

 

 

 

When told by the doctor

the results of her tests

she stood there defiant

as ever, and simply said

‘Damn it’,  before allowing

one solitary tear to fall upon

her cheek, rendering us all

numb and unable to speak.

 

 

July 24, 2012

 

 

Grab life by the balls

and squeeze hard.

 

 

 

 

 

Write your number

on the back of my hand,

and soon I will take you

to the promised land.

 

 

 

 

 

The truth, what matter the truth?

A little white lie here and there,

an exaggeration, an impressive tweak.

Elaboration abounds, when glory we seek.

 

 

 

 

She’d supported him through his lunacy,

and was his ‘get out of jail’ card.

But enough was enough.

Life had made her hard.

She’d at last smelt the coffee

and was now on her guard.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

When young  go wild and free

for old age would be dull indeed

without memories of reckless times

to thrive on.

 

 

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