Me and Carole,  Carole and me

Do I love her? Yes
Does she love me ? Yes
Can we be together one day?
I remember our holiday in Malta
She looked so radiant
But oh how ill, cancer
A woman who had dealt with cancer patients all her life
She is a Catholic and so I took her to a special church on Gozo
The church of miracles
She had a special blessing there
And I think for her that was the highlight of the holiday
And then into hospital
Both ******* removed and a bit more
The times she tried to give up, she just wanted to die
I gave her abuse no normal human would have ever accepted
But deep down I like to think I kept her alive
One major problem,  she has a partner,  I have a wife
But I love Carole
I will let you my peers judge me

I didn't write this work, it was written by my dear friend Carole Hurley who has been having a problem posting

I sit on the top deck of a red London bus and view the world passing by, so much more interesting than a drive in a car.
Where are they all coming from, the people I see? Where are they going to, what do they do with their lives? These people I view.
That little old couple,  side by side holding hands. They look so content as they walk down the Strand.
The young men and women hurrying by, perhaps going to work, maybe going to buy a sandwich to eat in the park.
Tourists in their thousands viewing our London sites. I wonder where do they all go to at night.
I gaze eagerly down as we pass famous stores, their names proudly emblazoned over the doors.
I love the hustle and bustle of our London town, a wonderful mix of the old and the new, I try to absorb all the breathtaking views.
Theres Tower Bridge in her livery of gold and of blue,  her ramps held aloft as a ship passes through.
Whitehall where the soldier high on his horse so proud and so still, while tourists take photographs later to view.
Big Ben chimes as the Houses of Parliament we pass. Westminster Abbey so stately and tall, for hundreds of years overlooking it all, the laughter the sadness,  the tears and the fears.
I look at new buildings all made out of glass.  I look at it free courtesy of my free bus pass.

Very small and eighteen years old
and she's leaving me
My little black and white cat
Yes, its time to say good goodbye
My Wiggy and I have to part
I remember the time about two in the morn
When her kittens were born on my lap
How will I manage, what will I do
I'm so going to miss Wiggy cat

Broken conversations,
empty lungs,
doors half open,
hearts almost out of love.

We used to talk of how
we used to be infinite.
But now every second now feels
like a stroke against an unforgiving current.

Our conversations broke
as the flaws of our souls
fell through the cracks of this glass foundation.

These upset words that escaped you
left the air around me a little sad,
a little awake,
and with a lot of echoes.

My lungs went empty
talking you down.

I left the door open for you.
So you can walk in
and slip in quietly-
I won't say a word.

And this heart could never go empty,
not mine.
Yours,
at this point,
I know not.

Flowers never lost their color
as long as you walked this earth.

Oh dear we realy cant eat that
its past its sell by date
Well what a load of ******* crap
because its still good to use
Do you think your grandmothers lived this way?
No, they just used their nose
they knew what was good or bad,
what to keep and what to throw.
Oh dear that cheese has got some mould
lets throw it in the trash
What  a ******* idiot!
Just trim of the mould
because the mould means the cheese is at its best
Sell by dates are there to catch you in a snare
To part you from your hard earned cash

Yes I cry for this sad ******* land.
I cry because I see no justice
I cry for the weak, the starving, the dying
I cry for those who have no hope.
How many of you all so cry? How many of you really care?
I'm just one voice among millions
so what can I do?
NOTHING
You see one voice counts for nothing
in a world of corruption in high places
Put your hand on your heart, feel the beat
but for every missing beat
Another sin against humanity