Tick tock it is the witching hour,

I fear they're all around,

They creep and sneak and then appear,

Without the slightest sound.

Tomorrow is the dentist,

I'm scared and that's the truth,

The last time that I had to go,

I left with just one tooth.

I took my puppy to the pub,

I'd say we have great fun,

But when it came to buying drinks,

She failed to buy me one.

When I last went out for dinner,

People were looking at me weird,

It's only when I got home late,

I saw burger in my beard.

The countdown clock is ticking,

We know it tells no lie,

From the moment we are newborn,

It counts down 'til we die.

Looking inward for an answer,

I am weakened by the the task,

A darkness just envelops me,

Yet for help I'll never ask.

A cold and frosty Monday morn',

Heads down, we look at feet,

Would not a three day weekend,

Just be an ideal treat?

Tulips standing tall and proud,

Of colours different to the crowd,

I wonder what I'm going to see,

When the tulips time is history.

Ask me all you want my friend,

Seen it and been there,

Whilst you can sit, pontificate,

I simply don't care.

My doctor said to diet,

I just looked him in the eye,

I said think about it Doctor,

Having tea after you die.

I'm too tired,

To sleep,

Devoid of energy,

Yet energised,

Fraught with worries,

Downed by despair,

I am too tired,

To sleep.

We fear the things we cannot see,

Or things we think we hear,

A moment though of clarity,

Shows all we fear, is fear.

Welcome to the weekend,

So long since you were here,

Let's all have a party,

And be full of no work cheer

My daily dose of wellness pills,

Is in a weekly container,

The sadness of filling it up,

Makes me want to take the remainder

A scent of blood,

Draws them near,

Beware the dark,

You're right to fear.

As the hour draws steadily near,
The cold chilled spine from unknown fear,
As Sunday goes, Monday appear,
The weekend's dead, we shed a tear.

I see the narcissist standing in the corner,

Rent a friend (or ten), on hand to smile, laugh,

How can so much love be reflected inwards?

In a moment of madness,

I ask him how he is,

And he begins to tell me,

A "Show and Tell" person,

Show me everything they have,

Tell me how much it cost,

Confidence,

No, that's so last week,

He is the one and only......

By next week,

He'll be the one,

And only

One.

Who cares

As curtains close and night descends,
We hide from Monday's dawn,
The duvet drawn over our eyes,
We hope to miss the morn'

I sat proudly with a biscuit,

To dunk into my tea,

But I seemed to lose my touch,

It fell in, disgustingly.

The gloom that clouds our Monday,

Cast shadows 'cross our hearts,

We toil at tasks that we despise,

Whilst our loved ones are apart.

The stale smell of the waiting room,

Embraced by walls, a dying womb.

Every night I make a promise

That tomorrow things will change,

My life it will be better,

The troubles not so strange,

Each promise is of hollow words,

Like Easter Eggs, just shells,

For though I promise better,

Each tomorrow is just Hell.

Whenever I use gadgets,

Afterwards I've often wept,

It's not that I'm emotional,

Just technically inept.

A stranger site I have not seen,

How weird can someone be,

I saw a man forking his lawn,

With a piece of cutlery

Friday is upon us, our hearts of full of glee, what wonders will the weekend hold, we'll have to wait and see

Goodnight cruel World, I've struggled through,

Another of your days,

Quite how I've survived for so long,

In adversity always.

The bumblebee it takes to wing,

A buzz, a leap and flight,

But how can the bulbous bumblebee

Fly, it seems not right.

Ghosted mist,

Free floating friend,

He'll come for you,

And it's the end.

I met a lovely butcher,

His shop was such a treat,

He joked and smiled and all the while,

Cut up some chunks of meat.

Blood clotted tissues,

Full of blood

clotted

tissue,

I find

myself

waiting,

In the

waiting room....

Again.

Tuesday mourning morning,

It's cold and wet again,

How can it be that clouds can cry,

For more and more March rain

It's Valentines and here's a gift,

To show that I love you,

I'm leaving and I won't be back,

Goodbye and toodle-ooo

My phone is always charging,

Plugged into the wall,

I wouldn't call it mobile,

In no way, not all at.

We sit,

Awake,

Await,

Mistake,

Our heads,

Look down,

A fallen,

Crown.

As frost bites the new found shoots of green,

Poking through dark soil,

Will Winter **** all chance of life,

Bright blooms too quick to spoil.

There once was an ugly offspring,

Unfortunately it was me,

As I grew old,

The more I got told,

That I was a sight to not see.

Not on food I choke,

On words,

Thoughts,

Memories,

Recalled to me,

Like a catalogue of disasters,

I choke,

Because I miss you,

Yet you never knew I cared,

I choked

I tried to tell you,

And now,

Now I choke on pills,

And you'll never know.....

Wondering about my world,

The direction in which it turns,

Why things are the way the are,

How my heart still yearns.

A moment lapsed,

The gaze was lost,

Our lives diverged,

Eternal cost

Closed at 10am,

With customers outside,

Opening at 12pm,

By then the interest's died.




*Sometimes I feel as a blogger, like a shopkeeper with no customers. It isn't that I want people to buy anything, but it would be nice to have a few folk wander in and browse for a while. We may not have free WiFi, but we could always just talk to each other.......

He is out every 30 minutes,

And puts stuff in his bin,

It's strange that he is out so much,

Just what's he putting in?

At last I see the picture,
As clouds part, the sky is clear,
The sunshine warms our inner hearts,
Finally we've found some cheer.

If you're looking for an impact,

Or an impression to make,

One trick that always worked for me,

It to present some cake.

Never been a clever talker,

Not known to hold my tongue,

Once it gets in motion,

I'm in trouble before long

I close my eyes and hope for,

A long and lasting sleep,

From which I'll never come to wake,

It's a secret that I keep

It is never about the words I use,

The order,

Disorder,

It is the tangled tapestry between lines,

Try reading it,

Don't look,

Feel,

Inherently the unwritten ink runs darker.

A sunny Sunday morning,

A lovely time of year,

As winter's cold it fades aware,

Replaced by Spring's new cheer

Didn't see it coming,

Struck down to the floor,

But in life you keep on going,

And coming back for more.