Late Love

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LATE  LOVE

Eagerly he jumped into bed
His vows to now fulfil
His lady fair sat on the bed, 
Took a little pill. 

Seductively she stripped and then
Slipped on her pink silk gown;
Opened the drawers beside the bed
She twirled and then sat down. 

Slowly she took her dentures out, 
Popped them into a box. 
Beside this she placed her spectacles, 
Her things, her rings, her rocks. 

Off came her hair, a huge blonde wig, 
Into the drawer it followed. 
A few more pills went in her mouth, 
Then these she swiftly swallowed.

Next a glass eye was taken out, 
Put in a velvet box, 
Then placed sedately in the drawer
Beside those golden locks.

She then unscrewed a wooden leg, 
Wrapped it in a napkin. 
That also went into the drawer
“What else to come?” I’m asking.

Until, she said, “At last my dear, 
Now I am all yours.”
But I was undecided, p’raps
I’d be better in those drawers.

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Before I Go

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Before  I  Go

 

Hit me, hurt me, kiss me quick, 
Time is rushing by;
I want to feel both joy and pain, 
To lust, to pant, to sigh. 

To run barefoot in morning dew
To roll in new mown grass
To drench my dreams in churning rain
Let all these come to pass

For when I sigh my final sigh
I want the world to know
I loved the life God gave to me
And await its afterglow. 

 



 

 

 

A Critical Dither

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A Critical Dither

 

Here am I standing
Awaiting a YES
Are you still not sure?
I can’t bear the stress.

Love me or leave me
Make up your mind
My heart it is racing
It’s knotting my mind

This hoping and waiting
Is making me ill
You leave me here chewing
On life’s bitter pill

The tension is high
I’m poised for that word
Don’t keep me waiting
Please don’t be absurd

You should know by now
What the answer’s to be
When I first popped the question
You said you’d agree

It’ll just take a moment
A snippet of time
To join us together
In a union sublime

Please make up your mind
Or forever they’ll say
He was left at the altar
On his wedding day.

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Now Gone the Buzz

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NOW GONE THE BUZZ

 

More lust than love
More greed than need
A risk too far
A stolen kiss
A snatch at bliss

A chance to fly
To challenge fate
Perhaps to catch
That passing star

Danger denied
And fear defeated
Replaced by want
By hunger
Longing
Oh, the need

Heedless of falling
Angst riven
Success driven
The wire so near
The fire so strong
Fingers knuckle-burnt
Dipped in greed

The risk taken
The book not played by
Rules deformed
to suit my purpose
The world being mine
To redesign

One night of passion
Now gone the buzz

Regret came later
As it does

 

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Morning Glory

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MORNING  GLORY

Let me go
Let me run in the early dew
To brush against the laurel’s leaves
Tread the cool earth’s cushion
And linger in the dampness of the silent wood.

Before the cooing of the collared bird,
The bite of the new day’s busy-ness,
Its threats and promises,
Breaks into the stillness of my morning world
And ruptures this mood of mystery
Of thrill and almost menace,
Leaving me to face another day of reality
One more acceptance of the wrenching truth.

 

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Not Nice

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Scoundrel, ruffian, thug
Villain, rogue, and gangster 
Slimeball, badass, scum,
Miscreant, knave and monster. 

He wears the habit badly
Unkempt and badly shod
His words are dark and dreadful
No asset to man or god.

Given to coarse bad mouthing, 
Selfish to the core;
No thought but for self pity;
A monumental bore. 

His paucity of language
Discourteous, full of spite, 
Repeating without caution, 
Each word is made to bite.

Disdainful, unforgiving, 
Unpleasant and uncouth. 
A nasty slice of manhood, 
A product of his youth. 

And now he’s reached adulthood
His world is black and grey. 
Unheeding those around him
He intends to have his say. 

He’ll always be remembered
As a nasty piece of work;
A blot on the horizon, 
A slob, an oaf, a birk.

A throwback Neanderthal;
I thank my lucky stars
I never really knew him, 
No page in my memoirs. 

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A Father’s Idiomatic Advice

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Advice from Father to Son
consisting of a collection of popular idiomatic phrases

 

Just gird your loins 
And grit your teeth, 
Above, below, 
Beside, beneath. 

Staunch the flow, 
Don’t quit the race. 
Don’t pinch your nose 
To spite your face. 

Scratch your back
And hold your tongue;
Never old, 
Forever young. 

Take my hand
Don’t hang your head;
Fly your kite, 
Don’t swing the lead. 

Grab that chance
To play the game;
Seize the day
And end your shame. 

Stap not your vitals, 
Sling not your hook, 
Dish not the dirt, 
Don’t spoil your looks.

Yes, kill the time, 
Then make my day. 
Play the fool, 
But make it pay. 

Crash the car,
If you must, 
But count the cost. 
All ends in dust. 

Don’t pull my leg, 
Don’t make me sick. 
Don’t twist my arm, 
No ‘Kiss Me Quick’.

Don’t dig your grave
Or cook the books. 
Just take your time 
And fill your boots. 

Life is short, 
Not what it seems,
So split those hairs
And spill those beans. 

Here today, 
Gone tomorrow. 
Good grief, goodbye, 
Beg, buy or borrow. 

Prick your conscience, 
Burst the bubble. 
Pop the question – 
Don’t ask for trouble. 

Don’t tie me up 
Don’t tie me down;
Just hold your tongue, 
Don’t act the clown. 

I hope these help, 
Tropes you should heed. 
Take them to heart, 
Wise words indeed. 

For after all
Is said and done 
You are my
One and only son.

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Reverie #5: On Birth

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I remember Birth . . .

Warm womb,
emerging
into cold January,
suckled and succoured
into the life
and death 
of a warring world.

Heedless 
of pain 
of worry,
my unconsciousness
nestled in love,
cocooned in blessings,
future undetermined
but on course for
the perdition of
being ordinary.

One more mouth
to be fed,
one more life to be led;
another census tick.
Reconstituted dust
become bone,
flesh and vital blood,
to be both burden
and blessing. 

Only now,
a life lived,
aware that it is
irrecoverable
here to be forgotten.

Until resurrected
in whatever next there may be.

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