March 24, 2012

 

 

When eastern winds blow across the mind

And the dream of happiness for all mankind

Seems a distant possibility and yet one finds

In that nanosecond when all eyes

Are opened that once were blind

And all creed and colour at one table dine

Where broken hearts no longer pine

And solace the salvation from daily grind

When earthly love we leave behind

As we pass the angels all neatly lined

To welcome us home, when to death

We’re resigned

 

 

 

 

The mandarins were so juicy

Far sweeter than any tangerine

I ate four of them

One after the other

Before filling the washing machine

 

 

March 22, 2012

 

Black so sombre,

Black so strong.

Black so solid,

Black belongs.

 

 Black is power,

Black is strength.

Black is smart

At any length.

 

Black’s a suit,

Black’s a tie.

Speak out of turn

And black’s an eye.

 

Black stands out,

Black is loud.

And when it rains

Black’s a cloud.

 

March 20, 2012

 

 

The game was over

Without delay.

Chances were missed

Goals went astray

When just one more

Would have won the day

It all came down

To toil and sweat

A long hard season

But let’s not forget

That we’re in the ‘Play-off’

And hope still reigns

The double header still remains

Though we look no further

At this stage

Let’s not tempt fate

That mighty Sage

Who holds our future

Who unfolds each page

If we miss out now

We’ll be filled with rage

In extra time, we stood alone

When the final whistle

Too soon was blown

Losing vital minutes

That contentious bone

A top three place could

Have been our own.

 

 

 

She’s gone to Curlybobs for a blow up

Grandad said when I rang today.

So I said that I’d call her back later,

Well, really – what more could I say?

 

 

 

When emotions are running high,

And logic has gone out of the window.

When all sense of hope is gone

And life is but a faint glow.

 

When all we can do is take stock

And somehow try to get through.

We still can manage a smile

And even a joke or two!

 

Try to keep each day normal,

Said some very meaningful friend.

Try to just love each other,

Until life’s sweet, bitter end.

 

When emotions are still running high

And each day sees a new destination,

With yet another hill to climb

All that’s left is determination.

 

Then finally, acceptance sets in.

And we’re in the cul-de-sac of  ‘No Hope’,

We wander in utter disbelief

No more straws are there now left to grope.

 

It’s now that we feel reflective,

And relive in our minds the good times.

As we gaze up at the old church clock,

As on the hour, he once again chimes.

 

That was it then, that was OUR book

And what a good read it made.

For one thing I’m ever grateful

We never lived life in the shade.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Oriental gentleness

A touch beyond compare.

A trip back into fantasy

To a place no longer there

 

Naked, daring

A tour of delight.

A secret visit,

To a splendid site

 

A cultural passage,

With satin walls.

Where velvet carpets line

Magnificent halls.

 

Ostrich feathers,

Old fashioned lace

That silky feeling

Around your face.

 

She whispers  ‘Come to me,

I’ll make you whole.

My uplifted body

Will soothe your soul’

 

 

 

We are the leaves of autumn

Falling from the trees

We clung tightly to the branches

But we couldn’t beat the breeze

 

 

 

I heard tell,  just the other day

A story which no-one believes

It was about elves and goblins

Who live amongst  the nettle leaves.

 

They stay there because they feel protected

 From the hazards of the countryside

 And at nightime they are joined by the fairies

 Who pop in to chat and use the leaves as a slide.

 

They sometimes get a visit from a young rabbit

 Who’s got lost going back to his warren

 As he tries to escape the farmyard dog

 Named McTavish, as he has a white sporran.

 

I don’t think I can tell you the story

It was told to me in strict confidence

By a goblin’s second cousin, once removed

Who lives on the other side of the fence.

 

The story caused much hilarity

Though it seemed too far fetched to me

 But the sight of them falling over with mirth

 Even had the pixies laughing with glee.

 

 

 

Bloomin’ men

With their oversized ego’s

Who’d have them?

Who’d feed them?

Who’d need them?

Give me a dog any day

 

Bloomin’ men

With their untidy ways

Who’d want them?

Who’d keep them?

Who’d kiss them?

Give me a cat any day

 

Bloomin’ men

With their bits and bobs

So demanding

So childlike

So frustrating

Give me some chocolate any day

 

Bloomin’ men

With their horrible habits

So idle

So helpless

So endearing

Give me mine back any day

 

 

 

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