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

 

 

 

 

Think the unthinkable

Break free from those chains

Try something different

Think of the gains

 

Burst your bubble

In a positive way

Don’t let inhibitions

Get in your way

 

Keep your head up

 Forge ahead with your plan

You’re just as good

As your fellow man

 

Yes, you’ll need luck

And it’s there to be had

So stick to your mission

In the end, you’ll be glad.

 

 

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People are people

The whole world over.

The poor they long for,

A four leafed clover.

 

The rich are still searching,

For they know now,

That happiness and health,

Can’t be bought anyhow.

 

 

                                           

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