July 9, 2012

 

 

Familiar accents

bring a tear to the eye,

for hometown yearnings

and times gone by.

 

True northern warmth,

never diluted by rain.

The place of one’s birth,

with love, floods the brain.

 

 

July 5, 2012

 

 

People scurrying for the Tube,

during a working day.

Going about their business,

in their normal kind of way.

 

Rich and poor alike they weaved,

through the bowels of the city.

Never knowing their fate that day.

Oh God, it was a pity.

 

Innocent folks from far and wide,

it could have been you or me.

But we cannot walk on eggshells,

nor into the minds of killers, see.

 

To read about it in the papers,

brought sadness to our souls.

And to happen so soon after ‘Live8’,

hampered our world peace goals.

 

We went from ecstasy into agony,

as we celebrated our Olympic bid.

It brought us back to reality.

Of terror – will we ever be rid?

 

But those precious family members,

lost on the bus and the Underground.

Will never be forgotten,

whilst there’s so much love still around.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Try it, you might just like it

Give it your best shot

Surprise yourself

Attempt the unimaginable

Enter freefall

Enough said!

 

 

July 1, 2012

 

 

Trust no-one but yourself

Follow your intuition

Believe in your wildest schemes

With hope, they can come to fruition.

 

 

 

 

Please don’t swear,

I find it offensive.

Speak with a civil tongue.

 

Express yourself in a

manner that’s acceptable.

Surely you know right from wrong.

 

 

 

June 29, 2012

 

 

Suffice it to say,

there’s been enough said.

So we’ll lick our wounds,

and lightly tread.

We’ll agree to differ,

and hold our tongues.

No point in chanting

those archaic songs.

Life must go on,

the cat must be fed.

Let’s call it a day,

and retreat to bed

 

 

 

 

 

I am beginning another chapter.

I am turning over a second hand leaf.

I’m engrossed in books I found at the Tip,

and keeping out of frivolous mischief!

 

I couldn’t get into Evelyn Waugh,

and his book about ‘The early years’.

I much preferred poems by Rupert Brooke,

and some of his contemporary peers

 

I placed some of the books on a shelf,

and then piled others on various tables.

Whilst the rest are sitting on the stairwell,

one of which, is Aesops Fables!

 

I want to thank whoever dumped them,

for a varied and interesting read.

I bought five metres of black chiffon today,

as six would have been indulgent greed!

 

 

 

 

 

Lust is an impetuous friend.

He presses the button marked GO,

And say’s ‘You’re onto a winner, my son –

get in quick, before she says NO.

 

 

June 28, 2012

 

 

 

The things I have to do,

before I can do the things

I have to do.

 

 

June 27, 2012

 

 

 

He’s nothing but a villain, Ref.

His attitude’s all wrong.

In the air he’s just plain physical,

and his ‘throw in’s‘ take too long

 

 

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