March 10, 2012

The pies and the pasties

The lukewarm tea

The foul-mouthed chanting

Unfit for him at my knee

The queue for the loo

Each man desperate to pee

The cheer from the crowd

The excitement, the glee

The disallowed goal

Scored all in vain

The deafening drumbeat

Of the insane

The missed handball

The Ref’s a ‘gobbin! ’

Sing fifty thousand

Men all sobbin

The desperation

the ‘off-side’ rule

The bloody idiot

The stupid fool

The player was king

A minute ago

Now he’s sent off

for a vicious blow

Then the debut kid

Gets a yellow card

For an eager tackle

Too late by a yard

 And at the end

Time’s added on

But by then

Half of them

Have gone

Some ecstatic

Some bereft

The winning goal

Was outright theft

They rant and rave

And say ‘no more’

But come next week

Into grounds they pour

With hopes renewed

And faith restored.

 

 

 

We don’t grow up – we just grow wiser,

and give ourselves a break

We just move on – we learn some sense

For everybody’s sake

 

February 26, 2012

 

An open goalmouth

What is the lad doing?

His shot went wide

And had the crowd booing

 

 

She suddenly saw him across the room.

The man with whom she’d once had a steamy affair.

She remembered how he’d tied her to the bed,

As she abandoned every care.

 

Now wasn’t the moment to approach him,

They were both in another space and time

But their eyes locked in total memory,

Recalling what was then quite sublime.

 

Her whole body seemed to tingle,

 And her head, it felt quite light.

A bright flush of redness came to her cheeks,

As she thought of that wonderful night.

 

A few minutes later he walked to the door.

It was impossible for either to speak.

He turned back to look at her one last time,

And suddenly her knees went quite weak.

 

Thank goodness that moment was over.

Thank goodness that the sun once shone.

It is all part of life’s rich tapestry.

But she couldn’t help wonder where he’d gone!

 

 

He is the butterfly that

Flutters by the tree

He is the songbird

Who chirps with glee

He is in the eyes of

 the child at your knee

He’s there beside you

And forever will be

 

 

Oh what fun it is

Chasing the chaste!

But once in her web

-I retreat – post haste

 

 

It doesn’t really matter

if the job is not quite done!

We can finish it tomorrow

At our leisure in the sun

 

 

The geese are going to warmer places

-Sensing it’s time to go

They don’t require tickets and cases

-They travel lightly – you know

 

 

Why be anxious and anticipate

Why not just relax and wait

 

The outcome won’t be what you think

So let your mind go on the blink

 

Do not judge or indeed foresee

Just think ‘What will be – will be’

 

You cannot change a forgone conclusion

So just imagine it’s an illusion

 

Most times anxiety is unfounded

So let your feet stay firmly grounded

 

No way  can the past  you change

Or the future re-arrange

 

So just accept what’s going on

This time tomorrow, it will be gone

 

Time doesn’t wait, it never did

So on anxiety…put the lid

 

 

Show me a tissue

Soaked in tears

From a grief stricken Mum

Who realised her fears.

 

She felt on the day

Her son left with his pack

He was gone forever

and wouldn’t be back.

 

Intuition had told her

Not to let her son go

But he was living his dream

His face had a glow

 

Inside, her heart ached

As only a mother’s can

His dad said ‘Be proud,

He’ll come back a man.

 

Brave though he was,

And courageous and strong

She soon got the call

That proved her right all along

 

Alas, no-one listened

For she couldn’t speak

And she now mops the tears

That fall to her cheek.

 

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