segunda-feira, 16 de dezembro de 2013

                                                                                         
                                                                             
                                        
                My Christmas List (to be read quickly!)

Buy the turkey
Stuff the birdie
Mix the gravy
Don't be lazy!
Get the Cod
Give it a prod
Let it sit
For a bit
Lay the table
Fetch the ladle.
Heat the pies
Mind the flies
Christmas cake
Still to bake
Brandy butter
Kitchen clutter
Now the salad
Can be added.
Smell burning
Tummy turning
Burnt to cinders
Kind'a hinders
One's digestion.
Now a question
Where to go?
Oh, I know!
Order out
PIZZA! - No doubt!

P.S Happy Christmas everyone
Hope your list is already done!


                  

segunda-feira, 2 de setembro de 2013

Still In Mourning.


I've lost the spark to life
The spark that helps me write
I've lost the will to fight
It's automatic, it's routine - it's strife!

The pleasure I used to feel
On completing my silly rhymes
No longer exists - not even sometimes.

Is this a passing phase?
I honestly can't tell
Really don't know how long - I'm going to remain in Hell.

And everytime I crawl
Crawl out the deep black hole
Something devastating pushes - pushes back my soul.

Everyone has dark moments
I'm not a special case
Just don't know how long - I'll continue in this place.

So many things have happened
I feel old beyond my years
Oh, so tired - Oh, so many tears.

I've lost the spark to life
The spark that helps me write....

segunda-feira, 22 de julho de 2013

It's a boy!


A royal baby HURRAY!
A royal child is born today!
Ring out the bells and let's rejoice
And hope that Charlie's no longer a choice!

A royal baby HURRAY!
A royal child is born today!
Ring out the bells and let's dance
Diana's genes to enhance!

A royal baby HURRAY!
A royal child is born today!
Ring out the bells be what may
God's blessings on you today!

segunda-feira, 15 de julho de 2013

Babies!


Babies, babies everywhere,
Popping-up without a care,
Bald or hairy,
Wrinkly and red,
Small and scary,
They want to be fed!

Regurgitation and vomit,
Nappy changes are NOT cool,
Her breast....he's got it!
No biting...IT'S A RULE!

They scream all night,
They scream all day,
You become a sight...
Of complete disarray.

And yet they keep coming,
One after the other,
It's perfectly stunning,
How we all want to mother!



* I thought about the last line - "We all want to mother" I think these days the men mother too...so I left it!

quinta-feira, 13 de junho de 2013

In Memory of Kathleen. 19/11/1926 - 14/06/2012.


My Angel, My Muse

Deep in the night when you lie in your bed
wondering at shadows up over you head
and you pull those soft white sheets to your eyes
do you whisper to God and ask Him why?

Why is she gone and why did she go?
you want to know and you want Him to show
you a reason. So pray as fast as you can.
But unanswered prayers are part of the Plan.

But when you ask why and your eyes start to cry
and you feel so sad that you think you might die,
listen.Because He will tell you. And cherubs wings
hug and hold you snug as they sing

a song so sweet like sirens of lore
as you slip into dreams of what was before.

And then you will see her far away in bed
where she has the covers pulled up over her head
and she's asking God why as her eyes fill with tears
and she shakes with fears that nobody hears her
when she asks and her eyes start to cry
and she feels so lonely she thinks she might die,
she listens. And He tells her. And angels' wings
hug and hold her as they sing

a song so sweet like sirens of lore
as she slips into dreams of what was before.

And she sees the little girl far away in her bed
with the covers pulled up over her head
and she smiles through the pain
when He answers "you will be together again."

Christy Hughes.





segunda-feira, 29 de abril de 2013

Menopause I.

                                                                             
                                                                             
                                                                             
              
                                               
Some women feel hot.

Some women perspire a lot.


  Some women can't sleep.

Some women just weep.

                                         
         Some women feel pain.
                   
   Some women weight gain.


Some women sprout hair.

Some women despair.


Some women stop sex.

Some women become wrecks.


BUT


Some women are lucky,
as lucky can be...

Some women sail through,
with such irritating glee!