Gluteus Maximus
That Gladiator of Rome
Got into such a rage
That his mouth did foam,
He cursed and snarled
And snarled and cursed,
Yet things didn’t improve
They got much worse;
His fists beat the ground
And he spat into the air,
No one dare come close
When his temper did flare.
Furiously struggling
To undo a knot so big
It wasn’t his strong point,
He couldn’t give a fig!
Unable to get to grips
With his **** leather laces
Those sandals caused such scowls
And grotesque grimaces...
So, aren’t you grateful
That he isn’t alive today?
That bad tempered warrior
Your life he would slay
Just with one of his black looks
Or a growl at your face,
You’d probably explode
With only a trace
Of smoke and shoes
Left where you did stand,
Nothing but grey ashes
On the Coliseum’s red sand!

Today, I will love you
Come sun or rainy weather,
Don’t think I will leave you,
No,our lives none can sever.

Tomorrow, I will love you
As long as you hold my hand;
My heart for you I’ll write each day
Although waves wash away the sand.

Forever, I will love you
Don’t doubt, it is the truth,
Each day we spend together
Keeps me in perpetual youth.

Slap a padlock on my mind
If you can only but try;
My thoughts cannot be confined,
My freedom you won’t deny.

Am I so small, so fragile a Bird,
Unnoticed, with a broken wing?
So weak to utter a noble word,
Unable to sweetly sing?

No! There’s so much to learn,
Inside there’s a tender heart;
Passion’s deep within do burn,
Just haven’t had chance to start.

Don’t think you can control
My life in every way,
I am a patient, but strong soul
Just waiting for the day

When retribution will call,
Then release, as from a cage
And freedom to walk so tall
With no more seething rage.

He or she who can put pen to paper
And write words for all to cherish and savour,
Who can touch the heart and fire the mind
And make us see things as if we were blind;
Who paints word pictures, again and again
With the swiftest strokes of a fountain pen,
Awakening feelings of wonder and awe
That, perhaps haven’t been sensed before;
Who makes heavy hearts feel at ease
As easily as warm winds bend willow trees;
Truly, on that Poet’s words we should feed
For surely they’re worthy of praise indeed.

JANUARY
Delightful display
Snowdrops bowing pure white heads
To the sun’s glory.

FEBRUARY
Fresh green buds appear
Indicating spring will soon
Energise us all.

MARCH
Lambs gambol in fields
Frisky with the joys of life
Bleating happily.

APRIL
Bluebells stand so proud
Beneath trees now sparsely dressed
Fresh green leaves unfold.

MAY
Much awaited sound
Echoes heard amid dense trees
Cuckoo has arrived.

JUNE
Parks and gardens burst
With sounds and vibrant colours
Perfect harmony.

JULY
Beaches become full
Of families having fun
In sand and big waves.

AUGUST
Ripe golden harvest
Burning sun in azure skies
Labours rewarded.

SEPTEMBER
Swallows congregate
On telephone wires ready
To migrate down south.

OCTOBER
Red and gold leaves fall,
Crunchy as cornflakes beneath
Feet on a crisp morn.

NOVEMBER
Frosty webs sparkle
In the early morning sun
Brightly bejewelled.

DECEMBER
First few flakes of snow
Dust gardens like icing on
A chocolate cake.

Whenever I feel sad
And life’s troubles wear me down
I look upon her lovely face
And no longer wear a frown.

Whenever the cold rain
Pours and soaks the ground
It’s then that I sense sunshine
Each time that she’s around.

Her smile makes me smile
And I feel so pleased to be
In the same room as her,
In her close proximity.

Her smile makes me smile
At people that pass me by;
There’s a spring in my step
And a twinkle in my eye.