June 12, 2012

 

 

With the question of why, never answered

Endless conclusions all seem too real

As fact and fiction merge into each other

The Press, out of it, make a meal.

 

 

 

 

 

Sorry, did you just say sorry?

Well that makes two of us, in actual fact.

Worried, did you just say worried?

No, only one of us, with pain is racked.

 

 

 

 

When flesh is no longer touchable,

and air kisses have blown out to sea.

The memory of you will still linger,

forever in the heart of me.

 

 

 

 

In the end it did manifest itself.

Like a gurgling zit, out came the puss.

Until they reached the core of the matter

Then put behind them, the terrible fuss.

 

 

 

 

Bit’s and bob’s of nothingness

arranged daintily around the plate.

Microscopic innuendo,

can SO infuriate.

 

 

 

Signals missed

Knowledge withheld.

A lethal combination.

Then with tears, eyes welled.

 

 

 

June 10, 2012

 

 

She wanted a staddle stone

for a head stone.

She was barmy

Hated anything smarmy!

 

And there it was-

A stone mushroom.

It looked bizarre

Hurrah

Her way of saying tarah.

 

It stood covered in moss,

near to a black granite cross.

So weird

So feared

 

Ungodly, unnatural,

but ‘so her’ to the end.

Never one to pretend.

She was a hell of a friend.

 

 

June 8, 2012

We daren’t sit Joe

next to Auntie Flo.

She does his ‘head in’.

He’ll get drunk, you know!

 

And we can’t sit Lynda

next to cousin Pete.

They once had a fling,

and might still be on heat

 

And we mustn’t let Stella know

that Wilbur’s been invited.

They haven’t spoken since Uncle Martin

was unexpectantly knighted!

 

Auntie Minnie once hit Fanny

over the head.

So we’ll keep them well apart

or it’ll upset dear old Fred.

 

Stanley will not come,

though he might drop Nellie off.

He never did like our lot

and he has a bronchial cough

 

I know darling dearest

that this is our day.

But we have to invite my family,

come what may.

 

Grandma James, as you know,

is a bit of a prude?

She doesn’t like swear words

or anything rude.

 

So tell your best man

to tone down his act

Or out of her will, you will be,

that’s a fact!

 

 We have to invite Dads

second cousin Maude,

and her idle husband,

they call ‘Shiftless Claude’.

 

But we’ll keep them far away

from Jenny and Larry.

Who still live ‘in sin’

and choose not to marry.

 

We must make sure Uncle Bert

is at the end of a table.

Or he’ll ‘touch up’ young ladies

and infuriate Mabel.

 

Uncle Giles is getting old now,

but he’s still bringing Auntie Pru.

So best sit them near an exit,

as they always needs the loo.

 

All this must seem a nightmare

right now, for you, I know.

But me marrying you at all,

to my parents, is a blow?

 

It’s not that they don’t like you

They just prefer my ex!

I don’t suppose that you’d consider

inviting poor old Rex?

 

Well, that’s my side sorted,

and we’re up to seventy three.

So keep your numbers to a minimum,

or a riot there will be.

 

 

 

June 7, 2012

 

 

She always was quite different.

Her mind was so untamed.

From the womb she came screaming,

‘freedom’

Or, so her Mother claimed!

 

She always was so carefree.

Nothing really fazed her, ever.

She always had the solution.

In fact she was very clever.

 

She was on another planet,

to her normal fellow man.

She loved her moments of solitude,

which not many say they can.

 

You could never tie her down,

her heart, it was on loan.

She was generous to a fault,

but her time, it was her own.

 

I don’t know where she is now.

One day she just blew away.

But I’m better off for knowing her,

she makes me smile on a gloomy day.

 

 

 

 

I might be eighty five my child,

but in my heart I’m still twenty one.

It’s just my body that’s deteriorating,

as the years tick swiftly on.

 

 

 

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