March 28, 2012

 

The country set

The cheshire set

The clubs where folk belong

 

 

The horsey set

The jet set

Let’s fly off to Hong Kong

 

 

The golf set

The church set

Let’s sing that tuneful song

 

 

The ‘In’ set

The tennis set

Life’s just a game of ping-pong!

 

 

March 27, 2012

 

Love is addictive

A lifetime disease

 

It can break hearts in two

With relative ease

 

Love is obsessive

A feeling quite rare

 

Love is a killer

So one must beware

 

Love rots the mind

It’s a real life condition

 

It imprisons ones thoughts

Without any remission

 

Love is so hurtful

A pain to endure

 

Love is simplistic

And yet also so pure.

 

 

 

March 26, 2012

 

Keep things in proportion

Have realistic dreams

For greed and over confidence

Can ruin the smartest schemes

 

 

 

That fickle hair doesn’t have a care

It’s wayward, an outcast

A persistent nuisance

Dancing wildly across the eyes

Impossible to catch

It’s out of control

A confounded pest

It’s a loner, a straggler

A rebel

An unwanted guest

Separated from the rest

Immune to lotions or spray

It’s a distraction

A show off

It demands centre stage

Fills the owner with rage

It’s mind boggling

A monster

Wafting to and fro

The blighter must go

There, it’s cut off in it’s prime

Ah, but wait

It has sisters and brothers

Silently queuing

Just waiting their chance

To break free from the others

And onto ones forehead prance

That single strand of hair

Is a nightmare

That can never be resolved

 

 

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.

 

 

 

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