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The Tree (it’s starting to look a lot like…)

The Tree…

 

So December arrives

What does it mean?

We count down the days

Oh yes, we’re really keen

 

The garden centre beckons

Another arduous trip

Never mind the madding crowds

But watch the ice, in case you slip

 

You view fifty trees

They all look the same

In frustration you pick the first one

It’s the annual run around game

 

Now into the car

You bend, twist, and shove

Eating needles you hadn’t planned on

Once in, you raise your eyes up above

 

With ease you bring it home

Stand back –  look at your icon with pride

Until you notice something is missing

You now want to run away and hide

 

Never mind, a job is done

The family will be pleased

No concern about the lopsided tree

Or being continually teased and teased…

 

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Christmas MEAT (ING)…

Stuff the Turkey

Roast the Chicken

Goose fat ‘tatoes are murky

Tasty though, they’re finger lickin’

 

Luscious leg of Lamb

Georgous side of Gammon

Sausages wrapped in ham

Oh, and don’t forget the freshly caught Salmon

 

Pluck the Pheasant, Goose or Duck

Tantalise taste buds with some wine based jus

Order now, or be out of luck

Supplant the potatoes  with Cous Cous?

 

Not just meat, we all need greens

Broccoli and Brussels light up our plate

The earth will be a better place to be seen

In the global food climate debate

 

Add some carrots, roast parsnips too

Compliment the diet with a variety in types of sauce

A tender cut of beautiful Beef wont make you moo

Just make sure that your’e not eating horse…

 

Complete your prep, with a sweet tooth in mind

Cream, pastry, chocolate are on the festive menu

Look hard enough and I’m sure you’ll find

Some of us searching for the loo!

 

Christmas is now around the bend

Prepare well, include plenty of seating

Seek out the tablets to put you on the mend

As you partake in your chosen Christmas MEAT (ing)!

 

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The Journey (the 4th in the Tube Traveller Diaries)

 

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Where I arrive and leave…

 

Where to start

maybe at the beginning

Train was late

Left my head spinning

 

worried about the underground

headache on the way

change of plans in effect

Taxi – is now the order of the day

 

missed the rocking and rolling

the warm stuffy atmosphere

missed the close proximity

of not being on board there

 

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exit St. Pancras

waiting ages for mr. black cab

we debated the scrouge of Mr Uber

the conversation was anything but drab

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heading for a Brunei owned park lane hotel

I only do upmarket you see

the doorman open my taxi door

there I was, out stepped, little old me

 

the deed was done

the return was now planned

Green Park Tube was calling me

for today however; the tube was banned

green park

The name actually makes sense…parks are usually green…

maybe on another day

me and my TFL travellers will unite

enjoying the flexible JOURNEY

that operates any day and any night..

 

All together now?

Are we really?

Doesn’t seem like it any more

Words cannot express how;

To save your life you play dead on the floor

 

Are these events last week Paris

The tipping point in this thousand years war

The undercurrent simmering like a now erupting volcano

For which we’d better find an ice cold cure

 

Are we really all that different

Aren’t we blood, veins, muscle and sinew?

Do we vent like Andrew Neil

In an verbal attempt to not let this madness continue

 

Are we preventing rather than cure

Getting to the root, planting the right seeds

A careful, meticulous response is a possible thrust

In hopes of developing non-violent, religious agnostic deed

 

Are we the last generation to consume

Such vociferous, rabid disdain and utter hate

The mind boggles at the inhumanity displayed

There’s nothing we want to eat now that’s on our plate

 

Are we going to find answers in; bombs; bullets; diplomacy?

Whatever shape or form they might be

Look to the US, UK, China, Russia, France, the UN etal

The eyes of the world have been opened for all to see

 

Are we to view the horizon with genuine hope

A conglomeration of the best minds, tactics and strategy

Getting to very heart of a fiercely religious, dedicated group

A solution lies in educating the youngest of babies

 

So are we really all together?

This HAS to be resolved in the time to come

Every facet of human existence must be exhausted

We all deserve to walk freely and not have to run

 

Are we there yet?

There is much strength and endurance in a feather

A whisper in the right ear can be heard across the globe

It’s message rings out loud ‘We are ALL together’

 

 

 

Dream Girl

Out of the blue it seemed

I saw a beautiful girl, or was it a dream

If this is real I cannot wait

Must pluck up courage, ask her out on a date

Plan my attack, plan what to say

Time is short, I only have one day

The time will come, and come soon

I’ll ask her to meet me at Benzaro’s at noon

As the tension began to build,

I couldn’t hold it much longer

Emotions increasing,

Getting ever stronger

There she was as gorgeous as can be

It was only a dream, and i needed a wee!!

 

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T.O.W.N (The Overt Winter Night)

What does it mean when the temperature falls?

What does it mean when you are cold?

What does it mean

To the man

                              In the hall?

                              Does it mean

                              He is bold?

                              What does it

                              take to find

                              Heat. What

                              Does it take

                             To have flight.

                             What does it

                             Take to admit

                             Defeat. All it

                             Takes is an

                             Overt Winters

                             Night.

A Taste for Life

To Love, to Leave, to never Forgive

The Taste, the Chase, the Forever to live

My Rock, my Thread, my ultimate Saviour

Your Mine, your Fine, your my only flavour

The Flight of Dance

Eyes transfixed, looking from the top down

Mesmerised as bodies intertwined

His with hers, hers with his

They were only of one mind

                   An expectant audience drew breath

                     As her head hurtled towards the dance-floor

A safe pair of arms and hands

Could not deny her aura anymore

Two turns, bodies completely in sync

Her hypnotic sweet odour consumed

For him to never let her go

As though they were the only two people in the room

She slid furtively across his back

He spun on his toes to face

Inches apart, hearts beating

They drew closer, ready for their embrace

Intensely their fingers interlock

Gripped by unbridled emotions

She leaps like a gazelle

It was poetry in motion

The final curtain call arrives

Finely balanced like a bird on a beam

Did time fly palpably so fast?

And was this dance just another dream…

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The Faceless Crowd

They seek to be seen

          Invisibility is their shroud, their cloak

Oh do not our eyes deceive?

          The throat of a hand, the hand on the throat?

Who can touch what is not there

 Can you mingle in their midst?

The soft of shoe move stealthily minus a jingle

And steals the gifts, by giving  gifts to steal

The fight to be recognised goes on and on

Anonymity can reign supreme

Stand up, get noticed, let them see the whites of you eyes

If we can see you, that you can certainly see me

EARTH Mother, LOVETH Other

Spiritual holiness does she emit

Patient, comforting forgiveness pours out

Oh how blessed is her radiation that atomises us

Powerful, uncompromising tenacity imbues the mind to turn away from the pit

Righteous discipline, voices quietly, without

Alas, through biblical motherly love we are saved, thus