April 10, 2012

 

 

 

Of all the underhand

Conniving things to do!

I can never forgive you

That’s it

You are out of my zone forever

So don’t bother trying to get

Back into my good books

Don’t give me one of those

Long soppy looks

Or those stupid grins that say

‘I know you don’t mean it’

Just take your

Coochy–coochy-coo’s elsewhere

Because this time

And I mean it

This time

You’ve had it with me.

So make your own Tea

And then sling your hook

Oh, and on your way back

Could you bring some milk

Because we’ve run out! 

 

 

 

 

 

Let him get a word in

Let him have his say

He has some good ideas

Let him see the light of day

 

 

 

 

Do you remember laughing so much that

Your sides ached, and you almost passed out

With dizziness

And you were so overwhelmed with joy

That you felt totally out of control

When fun was the only aphrodisiac you needed

And you were high on life

When your world was simple and uncomplicated

When you were the soul of the party

The clown, and one who cheered everyone up?

At what stage did the jester in you die?

 

 

 

April 7, 2012

 

 

Just like the swooping of the swifts

On late august nights

Ducking and diving

Before going on their way, and yet

Staying just long enough to make

A lasting impression

You appeared and left your mark

Indelibly implanted in our psyche

 

 

 

 

Sudden anger

An injustice remembered.

Damnation recalled.

The gift of forgiveness

As yet, not installed

 

 

 

 

What matter if you still exist on earth

If I no longer see your winning smile

Nor walk with you along the riverside

Or stare into your eyes, that did beguile!

What matter if you still exist on earth

If I, by you, will never more be kissed.

 

 

 

Push me to the limit

Make me blow my top

Wind me up incessantly

Until I cannot stop

 

Watch my temper rising

I’m shaking now with rage

Just like an untamed Lioness

Trapped within a cage

 

I just can’t be submissive

My opinion, I won’t change

I cannot help the way I feel

Though you might think it strange!

 

To chip away at me won’t work

Nor will it weaken my defence

But I do find it so wearisome

So really, what’s the sense?

 

If you don’t like the way I am

Then I suggest you go

Because this verbal battering

Just has to stop, you know.

 

 

 

 

 

I awoke today and thought of you,

I often do, and then other times

You leave my mind and I am free

To breathe, though vacant

 And less happy, than when

 you fill my world

 

 

 

 

Thank the Lord for solitude,

He thought, as he

 Closed his office door

And went over to download

‘that’ website

Like he’d done a

Thousand times before.

 

 

 

 

You must tell him to stop

Coming here after work.

He heads straight upstairs

To do big jobs on our toilet

And keeps blocking it up.

It’s not the ‘done thing’ you know!

Ee, whatever do you see in him?

You could do much better.

Your Dad’s not keen either.

Last week when he came

He left muddy footprints

All over our new hall carpet and

I only just managed to clean it up

Before Auntie Edith arrived –

And you know how fussy she is!

 

 

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