Don’t say I’m clumsy…

I’ll be the first to admit,

I’m not spatially aware

and my four separate limbs,

somehow outnumber two pair.

‘It is how I was made’,

is my line of defense.

If you deem say I’m clumsy,

well, I’ll just take offense.

I can’t shy from the truth,

there’s just too much carnage.

Nor can I sidestep the blame,

say it’s down to my lineage.

I’ve ruined vintage jackets,

burnt their tassels to a crisp,

I’ve wiped out small children,

even blown up a whisk.

The list is quite endless,

it defies every law

and how I’m still standing,

only adds to my allure.

Because despite certain failings,

I am pretty astute.

Well that’s what I’ll believe

till I’m served a lawsuit.

A poem a day…

I took up the challenge, with gusto and pride

For the next thirty days, I was set to abide

To create on the hoof, or create at my desk

A poem a day, that would be statuesque

Some days words would flow, with delight and accord

On others I would feel, like a veritable fraud

There were sandwiches prepared, that were fit for a Queen

The importance of reconciling, with all that had been

I remembered my lover, wondering where he was now

Felt the warmth of the sunshine, upon my smooth brow

I considered the advice, of what others thought best

I couldn’t sleep due to nightmares, was unable to rest

There were unconscious connections, abound between friends

And what I would do, with the global dividends

I encouraged all to wake up;  go out seize the day

To be vigilant of individuals, who get in the way

There was the woman who created, her very own demise

To live with integrity, means no compromise

Tensions were broken, and then calmness did reign

I suggested frivolity, can help you keep sane

There are friends to avoid; we all know the type…

I didn’t care, to care, and took a moment to gripe

I suspended old beliefs, within the cosmos of space

Letting life simply play out; we are not in a race

In a grand banqueting hall, was more mention of food

A reminder that we’re enough, and should all be valued

That by knowing our truth, we become our own master

And that when loneliness comes, it is not a disaster

In finding your own rhythm, you will dance to your beat

So don’t do too much thinking, or vocally excrete

So I thank you for reading, for all taking the time

For a month full of prose, of which, some did rhyme.

Opinions are like arse holes

Opinions are like arse holes

Everyone’s got a behind

Flatulent views filling spaces

Mostly unpleasant; rarely kind

 

Unsolicited advice.  Lobbed

Like grenades into the breach

Confidence the victim

Of a blood sucking leach

 

What is mankind’s impulsion

To perpetuate their own shit?

They should re-examine the horizon

From the high horse where they sit

 

Words overflow in chat rooms

Binary wants and coded lore

Hold society in a stronghold

Insisting what we need, is More

 

The television also accountable

For two-dimensional advice

Producers salivating at conflict

People’s hearts, their merchandise

 

Time to examine your reason

For hanging with this crowd

Is your true sense of worth

Really just another’s dark cloud?

 

Never ending columns of newsprint

Constrict our breathing, to produce

To take them at pure face value

Puts society’s head in the noose

My rhyming week

Had a day off on Monday

Spent the morning in bed

Huddled under the covers

Flying dreams filled my head

 

Tuesday brought action

From the sweet break of dawn

I was up and was at ’em

Before the Westies could yawn

 

On Wednesday I re-acquainted

With a face from my past

Catching up on a decade

The gossip left me aghast

 

Thursday I treasured

In my role as an Aunt

Hours playing and chatting

My nephew sure can enchant

 

Had an early start on Friday

Making me yawn by midday

Requiring several expresso’s

To keep the tiredness at bay

 

Saturday was lovely

Just pottering at home

Spent the day in pyjamas

Didn’t wash, didn’t comb

 

Very social on Sunday

Several hours in the pub

Drinking far too much wine

Accompanied by great grub

I know a young lady

I know a young lady

Who often felt scared

I don’t know why, she often felt scared?

She wasn’t prepared…

 

I know a young lady

Who used to get high

To be free of her mind, to bid it goodbye

She took the drugs, because she was scared

I don’t know why, she often felt scared?

She wasn’t prepared…

 

I know a young lady

Who used to tell lies

Her heart would die, with each telling of a lie

She told the lies, to hide the highs

She took the drugs, because she was scared

I don’t know why, she often felt scared?

She wasn’t prepared…

 

I know a young lady

Who wasn’t awake

Despite a daybreak, she wasn’t awake

She wasn’t awake, as she told the lies

She told the lies, to hide the highs

She took the drugs, because she was scared

I don’t know why, she sometimes felt scared?

She wasn’t prepared…

 

I know a young lady

Who knew there was more

She knew for sure, there had to be more

She knew there was more, as she started to awake

As she began to awake, she forgave herself the lies

Forgiving all the lies, left no need for the highs

By leaving the highs, she felt far less scared

I don’t know why, she had ever felt scared?

She’s feeling prepared…

 

I know a young lady

Who is now letting go

By going with the flow, she is learning to let go

As she lets everything go, she knows there is more

Knowing there is more, she becomes more awake

Becoming more awake, she’s learnt from the lies

Learning from the lies, there is no need for the highs

By not hiding behind the highs, she is no longer scared

I don’t know why, she had ever felt scared?

She’s totally prepared…

 

I know a young lady

Who trusts in the process

Now she’s wide awake!

Her own success!

Dinnertime

Her tummy starts rumbling

Like a clock gaining time

The resulting behaviour

A daily paradigm

 

She shifts round the room

Vying for your eye

If she catches you looking

She wimpers in reply

 

She’s starving, she woofs

Feeling faint, wobbling paws

It’s days since you’ve fed me

Her barks turn to roars

 

Reasoning with her

Is a futile task

She knows she’s engaged me

Her joy is unmasked

 

The tin is opened

The kibble mixed in

She’s dancing in circles

With a salivating grin

 

She dives into the bowl

Chomping with delight

Seconds later it’s gone

Gobbled out of sight