Tolerance

My head
Is in close proximity
To my Heart

Where they enjoy a mutually beneficial relationship
Of constant supply, and persistent demand.

Good Neighbours

Who have learned to ignore each other`s advice in all aspects.

Which results in chaotic bliss

Live and let love.

Certainly

If my eyes open in the morning
I will search for you in the sunrise
Scouring the slipping clouds for your face

The early birds will sing a melody of messages
And in the breeze, your soft golden touch
Will leave hints of your smiling heart



And I will think of you
Missing you
As sure as day follows night.

Bottomed Out

Spent a lovely lively evening
With a friendly homely lass
For I spied her inner beauty
Through the bottom of the glass

I`ve seen men of feigned integrity
Distinctly working class
Transformed to Landed gentry
Through the bottom of the glass

And those trials and tribulations
I thought would never pass
Becoming ever distant
Through the bottom of the glass

I have wandered through my history
Pondered life`s great mystery
Experiencing happiness
The tragedy of loss

Apparently , I`m born of interplanetary gas

I see blowing on the breezes

Through the bottom of the glass.

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

Fear of Flying

This fear of flying
Is not in the dying....

But the horror of knowing you`re going.

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.

An argument may sometimes be preferred
To the violence of a stifling silent air
Or replies consisting chiefly of one word
Designed to drive the daggers of despair.

Dress Sense

I love you in silk

I love you in cotton

Don`t care what you wear

I fancy you rotten

Evil Intent

Oh my love

You have smitten me

But then you went camping in Brittany

Leaving behind this tearful clown


I hope your fucking tent falls down !

Write......right !

In the absence of a rattling good read
I may strive to entertain you with a rhyme
Though I`m unaware of what it is you need
To ensure you have a scintillating time

Now the pen is skipping lively on the page
A sincere attempt at filling up the void
Living on the brink of writer`s rage
Deciding on the means to be employed

Unfortunately, it cannot be resolved
I`m off to make a cup of tea instead
And hope the squabbling players so involved
Resist playing mental football in my head.

Willow

Outside my window
Willows weep
While night provides respite
And sleep

A land of dreams to set me free
My weeping Willow
Weeps for me

And if your heart is hurting too

I pray a Willow weeps for you.

Clean Break

A long lost earring
A forgotten scarf
A kingsize bed , with an empty half
A bathroom towel , with a lingering scent .


You could have done the washing

Before you went !

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.....................

If loving you is wrong...

If loving you is wrong
Show me how to do it right
Be not patient with me
I am a fast learner


Do you seek more control
Of the frantic race ?
More laid back
Or a steadier build.

Maybe an extra thirty quid ?

Guns

When it comes to the question of guns
There is always a damn silly answer
We`ve seen it before
The trumpets of war
Find many a gullible dancer.

Faces of Death

At the Funeral
I could tell at a glance

They were secretly mourning themselves

In advance.

Come Summer

Its dark in the park without you
The sky is not so blue
Its true

Colours less bright
The picture incomplete
Is it my eyes fading ?

You are the breath of summer

Blessed Be

Blessed are the meek
For we can push past them in queues
And generally abuse
Them

Blessed are the believers
Who take it all in
While we rake it all in

Blessed are the peacemakers
Who supply the time
For a plan of attack

Nature Fights Back