Yearning Curves

I am discerning

In my yearning

Not just anyone will do.

I desire the unattainable...

It might as well be you.

Eye Catching

I am over stretched
Trying to catch your eye

To lull you with my lullaby

If I pull the right faces
Laugh in the right places

Could you invest in me.....
Be my destiny....

I expect you get a lot of this
A cupid`s arrow fated to miss

But my tooth is long, and my time is short

You rolled your eyes

And they can`t be caught.

Mirror

There`s a badly lit corner
Where all my demons fly
In the blackness of the reflection
Of the reflection of my eye.

Consumed

What will it take to put me off?
My magic window displays
Sickening images of bomb blast dead

And I, need more mayonaise

The poverty stricken parading by
And yet I fail to question
The terrible news, as I peruse

The maker`s serving suggestion.

I Lack A Caddy

My hands on the wheel

Highway One

Elbow on the window

Foot down, and gone.

Respect for an elder

From all who pass

Toyota ? Volvo ?

Kiss my ass !

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Evil Intent

My God my love
You have smitten me

But then you went camping

In Brittany

Leaving behind
This tearful clown


I hope your f**king tent falls down...

Honestly

There is a moment

Prior to sleep
Upon the edge
Of slumbers deep

When all defences

Fall away

And at that moment

Should you say.........I love you.

I might believe

Is Anyone There ?

The world has gone crazy
With violence and crime
Splashed in the newspapers
Time after time
It seems the sightless
Are leading the blind
Through streets full of zombies
Who don`t seem to mind
But people are dying, it doesn`t seem fair
We ought to be trying

IS ANYONE THERE ?

A brand new philosophy
I`m alright Jack
Ride to success
On somebody`s back
A bottomless pit
For those who can`t win
Will you stamp on their fingers
And watch them fall in ?
Its a feast for the few
They`re unwilling to share
I`m talking to you.....

IS ANYONE THERE ?

OZONE BOZONE

Nature finally fights back

Sonnet

And let your light forever bathe my face
Your smile seek out each corner of my fears
At times when I may stumble from the race
Your sun filled soul to warm and dry my tears
A wishing star for building dreams upon
Glinting at the corner of my eye
Cannot eclipse the glow within my heart
Which speaks to me your name and bids me fly
Lovelorn I am wandering in a maze
Searching for a love and guiding hand
To clear away this disappointed haze
And lead me from this broken promised land
You are the only sight required by me
For every breaking dawn now left to be.

Dlorah

Harold was born back to front
And so, it was not clear
If he was on his way somewhere
Or heading back to here

Was he getting off the bus?
Or was he getting on?
Did he come to visit us
Or had he been and gone?

He`s ever such a happy chap
Who does not seem to mind

Even though he`s front to back and back to front behind.

Neve hguoht s`eh tnorf ot kcab dna kcab ot tnorf dniheb.

Regular Exercise

You use me
Like an exercise bike
Coming And going
Whenever you like.

Your lusting is disgusting

But it keeps me from rusting

The Real Piccie

Krayfish

Going to Pieces

Left hand fell off this morning
Followed by one ear
Its rather disconcerting
I live in constant fear

I went to see the Doctor
He told me not to fuss
Arriving home I realised
My butt`s still on the bus

Left leg in the bathtub
Right leg in the hall
At this rate, by tomorrow
There`ll be nothing left at all.

At least I still have one good hand so I can typ.....................

Things to come

She said she could call
On her crystal ball
To make me aware of things yet to come.

In the light of that
Overheads and VAT
Forty five quid seemed a reasonable sum.

Sod it

I am sick and sodding tired
Of sodding shops and stores
Where sodding shop assistants
No longer grace the floors

They`re in the sodding toilet
Or down the sodding Caff
Where do these sodding people
Find their sodding rotten staff ?

Eventually they surface
From their sodding scoff

and ask me, "May I help you Sir?"

And i say "No...........just browsing....................thenk yew!

Out for a spin

So, I was sitting in a five mile tailback on the M25 , purely for my own amusement you understand.
I was reflecting on the way increased fuel duty had helped to discourage the other pleasure seekers around me from their regular jaunts to and from local beauty spots.
Just imagine how much longer that tailback could have been , had the government not increased the fuel tax. It would be unbearable.
Now , with road pricing looming, things can only get better...............?

Chauffeur driven Ministerial limousines will be able to sweep through the empty streets of the capital, passing long bus queues.
Travel times will be halved. All the frivolous road blocking workers convinced at last , to stop jamming up the roads with their borderline MOT failing rust buckets.

And all for a meagre £52 per week , and 2 hours daily lurching in overcrowded unsafe cattle cars, standing around on draughty ill equipped staffless stations, waiting for trains that may or may not roll up if there happens to be a bloody squirrel on the line.

And, tubes with agressive beggars and unfriendly mad shouty people swigging from "Special Brew" cans . Insane buskers playing combs and bog roll.
Until finally ,emerging from the depths of pickpocket paradise, in time to see ...
Tessa (Lucky for some) Jowell streaking past in a 3 litre bombproof German wagon en route to snip a ribbon on a new inner city regenerating Casino.

Cinders

You all know the story of Cinderella
And how she eventually got her fella
But sadly, that was not the truth
And here, we finally uncover the proof

Its alright up to the Glass slipper bit
But then somebody altered it
For, the Prince was a local media star
Protected by his faithful PR

Cinders we know, ran ot of luck
Changing as soon as midnight struck
(Here`s the part that never broke)
In fact, she changed into a bloke

No longer was she small and thin
With designer stubble on her chin,
Bulging biceps, hairy chest
(Modesty forbids the rest)

The Fairy Godmother heard the fuss
And left town on a late night bus
But in a letter, she later swore
Her spells had never gone THAT wrong before.

The next day, slightly after four
Our Prince came knocking at the door
In search of one with beautiful eyes
(Boy, was he in for a surprise)

The ugly sisters, as we know
Pulled the slipper to and fro
But their designs were swiftly dashed
As it fell to the hard stone floor...and smashed.

The Prince now cried, "Oh where is my beauty?"
Cinders replied with "ALLO CUTIE"
Sensing this to be the last chance
Grabbed the Prince, and began to dance.

Unaccustomed to a partner so big
The Prince, he trembled in his wig
In a dance of graceful twists and twirls
They giggled and squealed like a couple of girls.

They danced through the door
And out of the gate
THE END.

(Now thats the record straight).

Sun down

If the sun
Is not getting up
Then neither am I

No squint
No glint

Sunshine................there int !

Unfinished Melody

Across the sea
I hear you calling to me

A gentle breeze
Plays out your sweet melody

My heart still yearns
For starlight kisses and wine
My mind returns
To where I first made you mine

Dancing near
Our bodies moving as one

We shed a tear
For love that could not go on............

War

It is such a little word
Trips lightly from the tongue

Especially describing events far flung

Where systematic murder and carnage obscene

Turns life to luxury

And death....

To machine.

Only Saying Goodnight

We are only saying goodnight
Not farewell

To dream of a breaking fun filled day
With a friendly sun to light the way

We are only saying goodnight
Not goodbye

And if this night should never end

I`ll search my dreams for you.......my friend

Evil Intent

My God my love, you`ve smitten me.
But then you went camping........in Brittany !!

Leaving behind this tearful clown.

I hope your f**king tent falls down.

Revenge

I rose with the lark this morning
The very first cuckold of spring
And i took my revenge
With a typist from Penge
And an Avon Lady from Tring

Then a parking attendant from Clapham
Clamped me as tight as a vice
But the kerbside robber
Leapt out of her clobber
And actually, treated me nice

A happy hairdresser from Harlow
Insisted her talents were perms
So not feeling sure
I was out of the door
I`m used to more flexible terms

Not sure if my heart has been broken
Perhaps it is just wounded pride
These things i have done
Are they evil, or fun?
I leave it to you to decide

Of course, I`m not usually vengeful
And not one to harbour a grudge
Tomorrow they say
Is another new day
Would you like me to give you a nudge?

Believe

There is that moment
Prior to sleep

Upon the edge
Of slumbers deep

When all defences fall away.

And at that moment

Should you say "I love you"

I will believe

Ring Ring

Raw persistent familiar tone
Digitalised by mobile phone

Then beamed by satellite down to me
No matter where I happen to be

Is this the conceptual dreamed of use ?

TECHNOLOGICAL ABUSE !

Something in the chimney

There is something in the chimney
Scraping gently in the black
And it goes away to somewhere
But it keeps on coming back

I hear it`s little foot falls,
See the little soot falls
Evidence is mounting near a pile of knutty slack

What is so important
That it keeps me from my sleep ?
Industriously scraping in my chimney dark and deep.

Only saying goodnight

We are only saying goodnight

Not farewell

To dream of a breaking fun filled day

With a friendly sun to light the way


We are only saying goodnight

Not goodbye

And if this night should never end

I`ll search my dreams for you.......my friend