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talking; longing;
knowing; loving; living;
losing; hurting; mourning;
accepting.
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Judge and Jury
If I am right to write
Of things I know
And shine a light
On what I show
Who will then find
These things not wrong
But judge them kind
For my swan song
Two Too Many
Alone, I marshal my thoughts, without hindrance or distraction
Singly, I right the world’s wrongs, bringing order to chaos
Selfishly, I revel in the lack of contradiction
Separately, I pine for company
Together, I need to fit in.
The Cusp
That single point in time
Remember?
The one that defined us
Setting the course of our futures
If you could
Would you change it?
Might things have been better?
Or Just different?
If that particular sleeping dog
Was wakened
Skin Deep
When you look at me
There’s so much you can’t see
Like the roots of a tree
Or an iceberg at sea
Don’t take by mistake
The ripples on a lake
For a passing boat’s wake
But the coming earthquake
For all that I am
Much more than this sham
Now quiet as a lamb
Could burst like a dam.
Giving
As steam from a kettle
And smoke from a pyre
Like a soldier in battle
Or a voice in a choir
A raindrop that falls
In an ocean so vast
Gives itself to the whole
Forgetting its past
Furry Friend
A cat is a friend for life
Maybe more than a husband or wife
When you are low, it seems to know
Helping you smile and be rid of your strife
Just remember to treat it well
That way it may stay for a spell
But if you once treat it mean, it soon won’t be seen
It’ll find somewhere else to dwell
Desert Island Luxury
In case stranded on a small desert island
Perhaps I should make advance plans
I’ll need a way to find some fresh water
And should think now about stockpiling cans
All alone, I’ll need a good hobby
So won’t come to the end of my tether
I’ll learn how to rub sticks to make fire
And build a roof to protect from poor weather
But the luxury I must have at all costs
Isn’t clothing, so I’ve no chance to freeze
It’s a supply of what I love eating
Yes, you’ve guessed it, I’m talking of cheese
Cheshire is nice when it’s crumbly
Blue stilton packs a bit of a punch
Brie is for faint-hearted softies
Survivors eat Cheddar for lunch
The New Order
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What can make the whole world tremble?
Perhaps politicians who aren’t so gentle
Fuelling fears, not being humble
Passing edicts, quite fundamental
Childbirth
Nine months gone, labour begun
Pain and panting through gritted teeth
Pushing, urging, willing, wanting
Baby from its muscled sheath
A boy, a girl, it doesn’t matter
But let it be healthy, ready for life
Bear down now, it’s nearly here
Comforting words, from the midwife
One more push, I can see the head
Arms and shoulders make their way through
Baby’s out, crying for mummy
Wait just a second, we’ll pass him to you
A magical moment, as mum takes the child
Wrapped in a blanket, content as can be
Mother and son begin a new journey
Held to the breast, lovingly
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