DILEMMA

 

WANDERING IN THE WILDERNESS FAR AND WIDE

YEARS OF NO DIRECTION AND VERY LITTLE PRIDE

TORTURED MIND WITH NO HELP, OR CARE

TRAPPED INSIDE THIS CHAOTIC LAIR

WHAT IS THE ANSWER FOR FREEDOM TO COME

THE COFFERS ARE BARE, TOO MUCH OF A COSTLY SUM

MY BOOMERANG HAS BEEN LAUNCHED INTO THE ABYSS

A THOUSAND SUNS SHINE AND MAKES A WISH

MAGNETIC FORCES PLAY A PART

TO RETURN MY BOOMERANG BACK TO MY HEART

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Mind Matters

CEREBRAL FRAGILITY

 

She gathers up the washing in her trembling hands

Fingering her children’s dirty clothes

Oblivious to her own madness, in her confusion, she stands

Make some tea, or maybe butter a scone

Her good life is a mystery; she has no recall

Her emotions and sense of ‘being’ had long since gone

Lionel watches his stricken wife – as she dances across the floor

Perhaps a day of clarity, rare, but, a possibility

Or improbability

They used to waltz together, sometimes very slow

Expected to grow old into their dotage

Aah…sweet memories seem such a long time ago

Her offspring are in denial of her delicate state

Protecting themselves from her terrible fate

 

HAUNTED: WRITTEN FOR INK WELL WRITERS’ GROUP

African Woman

 

 

Legend has it that Black Aggie haunts the London Underground

Her ghostly figure floats up and down from Baker Street to Westminster

Commuters have seen her and screamed with fear, without a sound from their wide open mouths

Terrified they run and hide and wail with fear

She is seen hovering in mid-air at the Station Clock

Who is she waiting for, and why here?

Fables from time gone by say she was the mistress

Of an eminent English Lord who scorned her for a white Beauty

In 15th Century Africa the curse of an abandoned Sorceress would be the demise

Of any would-be Lothario or Debauchee

Her black Magic spell was cast as he paraded at the station with his new love

Just beneath the station clock she watched him fall

Her laugh echoed across ancient lands

The Goddess of hell fire – will forever haunt THAT DEAR OLD LORD…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Soldier Boy

KILLING FIELDS

Bombs rain down from a hidden sky
Mortars flying over a blanket of vast terrain
The people are running to find a safe cocoon
NOTHING! Nowhere to hide
Shamal winds shower this desert land
Forecast over Al Jazeerer radio waves
The enemy lines are encroaching on our soldiers to kill, but, the parade of
Elitist service personnel are equipped by far to shoot em dead
Limbs, blood and gore are spread like strawberry jam – the toast is quietly taking its last breath
Silence now – their corpses still
Smell of fear lingers in the air
Army vehicles convoy back to base
Head count in – all safely home
Just doing their job for Queen and Country
Job done!
I see in his eyes he’s brave and proud
A gentle soldier with the love of mankind
Just doing his job
Of the worst kind…

FRIGIDITY

ICE MAIDEN

His burning desire to de-flower his new bride
Longing like a lost name
Thrust aside your disgust my chosen one
Allow this male domain exploding with testosterone into the warmth
Of your empty vessel
Enflamed passion is bursting like Dante’s hell
That no tongue has learnt to tell
Cast aside your fear my love, I will be as gentle as a Mother’s love
Jurassic pebbles large or small
Will keep our secret to eternity
Just like the moon and stars – they will not tell either
Be free to explore our nakedness and wild desire
The promise you made was to love me, not just from your head and heart
Your body, so beautiful, nubile and pure
Will melt our love into a silent pool of passion
Dovetailed, we will go on through the universe, not riddled with the smell of fear or calamity
But, my love, we will dance like new budding flowers
The colour of true love and joy

CEREBRAL FRAGILITY

CEREBRAL FRAGILITY

She gathers up the washing in her trembling hands
Fingering her children’s dirty clothes
Oblivious to her own madness, in her confusion, she stands
Make some tea, or maybe butter a scone
Her good life is a mystery; she has no recall
Today her emotions and sense of ‘being’ have long since gone
Lionel watches his stricken wife – as she dances across the floor
Perhaps a day of clarity, rare, but, a possibility
Or improbability
They used to waltz together, sometimes very slow
Expected to grow old into their dotage
Aah…sweet memories seems such a long time ago
Her offspring are in denial of her delicate state
Protecting her for always from a terrible fate

Toyboy

Will he notice my double chin?
I haven’t told him my age oh what a sin
Will he check my passport for my date of birth?
Or, shall I tell him regardless of age I have some worth
My grey hair may give me away
No time to dye it – what will he say
My saggy bum has fallen beyond repair
Oh Sod it if he doesn’t like it he can go elsewhere
We met some time back and got on well
He didn’t ask my age, that’s pretty swell
I defy science with my looks I am told
If only he knew I’m really very old
Wrinkles are showing in the morning light
If he stays over he will get such a fright
My hands are a give- away Oh the ravages of time
They resemble a train track I’m sure they’re not mine
Our date tonight is exciting and scary
I’m just in the fridge making a Bloody Mary
I’m drunk now and feeling quite woozy
Maybe I’ll invite him into my Jacuzzi
He’s here now I have to go
I’ll try to take things very slow
If he heads for the hills when he knows our age is no match
His loss, as I am a very good catch!