“Just a fling,

didn’t mean anything”

family in ruins

you sing the same tunes

Not the first time

you committed this crime

this crime of passion

downtrodden my new fashion

I’ve met someone new

haven’t told you

but then it’s

“Just a fling,

doesn’t mean anything”

The old dear across the road
always looks like she’s carrying a load
moans and grumbles all day long
waving her walking stick as she limps along

She talks to herself continuously
I’ve never seen anyone losing
an argument with themselves before
not that she’s keeping score

I was afraid to approach
on her territory to encroach
But she smiles at me
it transformed her whole demeanour

She had tears in her eyes
and a look of delighted surprise
She called me “John” and kissed my cheek
and said I hadn’t visited all week

She bought me home and made me tea
hadn’t a biccie to give me
I didn’t know who John was
and she often talks without a pause

My name is Steven
now, once a week i visit
always greeted with a kiss on the cheek
for that day I’m “John”
her one and only beloved son

You hurt my heart

tore it apart

shredded my dreams

ignored my screams

shattered my soul

its broken, not whole

released my strength

lesson learnt

Thank You

Your

the one

I can’t forget

the one

I wish I’d never met

the one

who made my pillow wet

the one

who kissed me for a bet

I saw a magpie today
standing there solitary
fear of childhood nursery
a rhyme drummed into me

‘One for Sorrow’

Checking no-one was near
Compelled by fear
I whisper
“Good morning, Mr. Magpie
How’s the wife and family”

I’m feeling absolutely silly
and then my heart leaped with joy
along came Mrs. Magpie

Saved by superstition
rhymes truth came to fruition

‘One for sorrow, two for joy’
I happily wave them both goodbye

I don't know what a sonnet is
A quatrain
Are you insane?
Someone mentioned a haiku
this one is quiet fun to do
I'm trying to at the moment to do something called free verse
its not something I can rehearse
I like being funny
I can do the rhyming
now I need to find the comic timing
people seem to get my humour
or maybe that’s just a rumour
I'm enjoying trying
if I said it wasn't fun, I'd be lying

If he could see himself through my eyes

his head wouldn’t fit through the door

If it’s the size I see it as

his **** would be hitting the floor

If we did it as much as I want

I wouldn’t be able to walk no more

If he cares half as much as I do

being together will never be a chore

I write as I think

swim or sink

good days and bad

happy or sad

I write when I can’t talk

when I wanna run, but can’t walk

releases inner pressure

a cossetted treasure

I write when I want to cry

On my soul I pry

my pen speaks its feeling

I’m often left reeling

I write because I have to

especially when feeling blue

It’s a salve to my being

provides emotional healing

You can put a book down

it won’t cry

You can put it on a shelf

it doesn’t feel lonely

You can share it with friends

it doesn’t feel abused

If you laugh at what’s inside

it won’t feel used

A book no matter how long closed

can always be reopened

Don’t judge them by their cover

some are better than a lover

My feelings faded from my grasp

I released my heart’s clasp

when I say your name I rasp

when I see you I gasp

this is no momentary lapse

but a permanent relapse

I missed you today

Even though your not gone away

You sit there in your chair

oblivious to my stare

when you used to play with my hair

What happened to us

When did we get on that bus

the bus to ‘nowhereville’

It’s sad

Because I love you still

You said you loved me
you lied
You slammed the door
I cried
To make you happy
I’ve tried
Something deep inside
has died

Perfectly chosen smile

practiced in the mirror

ways that beguile

inside quivering with fear

Eyes that shine bright

special drops to create

constantly flowing at night

in herself, no faith

Abused when a mere child

a friendly face on show

her feelings she learnt how to hide

the true her, you’ll never know

Oh, how I want this moment to last
must I consign it to my past
Can I savour its mystery
before it becomes history

I’m holding it tight in my brain
replaying it again and again

I’ll have to let it go
a nice memory, I know
It is with sadness
I let this moment pass

You can’t fix

what you refuse to face

Without a good mix

life would be a boring place

Everything’s a risk

but not everything’s worth the chase

todays antics

a memory you can trace

I’m a living tomb

my baby has died in my womb

I have to let nature take its course

Can’t bear this, what could be worse?

I’m still getting many a smile

people don’t know my turmoil

My baby has died

I still haven’t cried

the sadness buried inside