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Dreams of Sepia Aug 2015
We dine on Tuna & Merlot red wine
a single car's headlights shine

                                                          ­                                traveling down a road
                                                            ­                             so many stories untold
you're selling your old flat
in the Georgian house

                                                          ­                                              we all lived in
                                                              ­                 back in the colorless nineties

when the music was bad -
Westlife, Take That, Spice Girls

                                                          ­                                               & everyone
                                                        ­                             wore either black or blue
it seemed, on this Island
& your boys were still small

                                                          ­        & my family holidayed in Cornwall
                                                        ­    & I didn't yet know I could write poetry

when you move away
I shall be sorry to see you go
Bathsheba Jan 2011
Father ….

As you can see I have been coerced into presenting this eulogy to you on behalf of the family because quite frankly nobody else was prepared to do it!

It is impossible to mourn the man that you were as everyone in this church will bear witness to.

So after careful consideration, I have decided to mourn the man that you should have been.

The husband that you should have been to your wife.

The father that you should have been for your children.

The man that you should have been to the world in which we live.

YOU  failed on all three points.

How does that feel Father?

Not too good eh?

Well … That pleases me …. Yes …. Pleases me.

Now ….

Look around you …. Look at the fruit of your ***** …. Open your ******* eyes.

What do you feel?

What do you feel when you look at us?

When you look at us …. Sat here in God’s waiting room …. In our
Sunday Best and all.

Stuck for words eh Father?

What’s that ….

Well well well …. If a little bit of reality …. Isn’t finally seeping through.

It’s a start ….. I suppose!

Now ….

Let’s start with your wife.

Yes, that’s her …. The one with the look of an animal just released from captivity.

OOOOH ….. She is going to have some fun …. Now that her captor is
dead.

She could have had the look of a woman in mourning.

Distraught.

Inconsolable.

Desperate.

Why Father … Can I detect the merest hint of malice on her lips …. Hhmmm …. Interesting!

Are we just the teeniest weeniest bit concerned now that she has been unleashed?

She could have drawn comfort from the love of her children.

If only things had been different.

We would have cared for her.

Soothed her troubled soul.

Kept her safe within the warmth of the family.

But alas …. There was never any ******* warmth ….. Was there Father?

So do you know what …..

When she is caught dancing naked in the apple orchards whilst defecating on the delightful meadow daisies ….. I’ll be laughing my ******* head off as they cart her away to the nearest loony bin.

Did you really believe your pathetic suicide pact would be honoured?

You created her.

Moulded her.

Made her what you thought that she should be.

So ….. Reap the ******* benefits Father.

Now ….

Let’s look into the eyes of your children.

Oh ….. You see it too.

What a turn up eh?

Is it …..

Is it …..

Dare I say it?

Jesus ******* Christ.

CONTEMPT.

Oozing out of the pores of each and every one.

And who ….. Prey tell ….. Are all these little ones?

Why …. They are your grandchildren.

But you never got to see them …. Did you Father?

They could have mourned your passing too?

But alas yet another generation denied.

By  YOU! …

And your unhinged madness!

If only once you stopped yourself swimming against the tide and gone with the flow.

The fun that we all could have had.

Things could have been so different Father.

So different …..

LOOK ……

Can you see how close your children are?

Off course you can’t.

Because  YOU  destroyed that too!

What exactly was wrong with us getting on?

Why did it cause such fear in you?

Why was there always pleasure in pain?

Pure evil you were Father!

And you can wipe away those ******* crocodile tears because they cut no ice with me Father.

CUT   NO  ICE!

I know what you are about.

I have your score.

YOU  can never touch me.

I hold my own.

But  YOU

YOU  needed to control and conquer in order to feel like a man.

To validate your own pointless existence.

Stop ******* crying.

You worthless *******.

We could have gone to the ….. Zoo!

We could have had …. Dinner!

We could have …. Holidayed!

We could have ….. Laughed!

We could have ….. Cried!

WE COULD HAVE BEEN ******* NORMAL !!!

You stone walled every opportunity.

Now …..

Look closely at the world in which you lived.

Look carefully at the prison that you created.

No outside influences.

EVER!

No one ever knocking at the door.

Except Mr James ….. PC plod …. Lived three doors down …. He hated  YOU  too!

You refused to even work.

Such was your level of jealousy.

She wasn’t ******* the:

Milkman

Postman

Coalman

Jehovah Witnesses

She wasn’t ….

But you were ….. Remember eh Father.

Remember that gypsy girl that you took a fancy too.

*******  HYPOCRITE!

You strutted around town, fit as a fiddle, but refused to leave your wife alone.

And you wondered why folk looked down their noses at us.

You were more than capable of working.

You were fitter than men twice your age.

Such was the level of your obsessive fitness regime.

Shame on you Father!

Shame on you!

So …. Now we come to close.

And in summing up, I would like to say ….

Father …. I will miss you so much …. You have been so important to me …. You have guided me …. throughout the toils and troubles of this here life …. Always there by my side ….. I love you dearly ….. but alas …. It would all be a lie …. One great big ******* lie! ….. The truth of the matter is this ….. I hope that you rot in hell ….. and hopefully that dumb mute ***** of a wife will follow shortly …. If it’s not locked up first !

Goodbye Father  

*It's been a blast!
reed rodzinyak Jul 2011
Freedom, my fickle friend,
How nice of you to come.
Shall I take your coat?
Or will you creep furtively in the corner like last time?

Why so shy, freedom?
Your reputation precedes you.
Your triumphs trumpeted universally,
You’ve an entourage of millions.

Ah,
Freedom has a secret.

Statuesque, god-like, beautiful.
I cut you open one night,
While you holidayed in Nod.
A cat in the night, I crept inside,
Looking to unlock my door.

Instead I seizured in nocturnal vision.

Your breath notstirred.
Your blood notran.
Your heart notbeated.

Shriveled demon,
There is no hiding under the scalpel.
Your mask is torn off.
You wolf in sheep’s clothing.
You rotten peach.

Come not when you are called,
For I know already too much self-contradiction.
"God, and Godyssey!!"
"Stop fighting!!!"
"We're just about to land."
"Yes mother" said the twins
The mother turned to her partner
"They're just excited, they've never holidayed in Hell before"
"Just hope they use plenty of Factor 80" said the mothers' girlfriend Harlot
"It'll be good for them to see their father again" said Jessabelle
"Have you heard from ol' Nick lately?"
"No, he's been busy working in the Pits"
"And keeps complaining about this '**** nation'"
"Well, it does seem to be a bit of a hotspot!" said Harlot
"Right kiddo's, any misbehaving, and you'll go straight to Earth!!!!"
"Got it!"
"Yes mum. You know we don't believe in Earth" said God
"That's not the point. you misbehave..."
"And i'll make it seem like Earth, on Hell!!!"
The hovercraft landed......
by Jemia

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