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January 2010

It Could All Be A Lot Worse. Trust Me On This.

Hello, . My goodness this week is disappearing fast. It is great to be able to go for walks and pop out to see a friend again instead of being marooned in the house by huge falls of snow and dangerous ice. . I was told yesterday, by a fellow buying meat pies in the […]

Poem:In Dangerous Waters.

In Dangerous Waters. . . Loving is dangerous, People you love have power To wreck your life with lies, Break your heart at any hour. . .

A Definate Air Of Anticipation.

Good day to you, . I hope that I find you safe, healthy, in balance….and happy! . Here at home there is a definite frisson of excitement and anticipation. . Big H finally went off to hospital to see the tropical diseases expert, in order to try and work out what on earth is wrong […]

Poem: Sentinel.

Sentinel. . . Who stands each night Beside my midnight bed. Life’s long companion, Yet so unwelcome at the start. . .

Poem: Small Print.

Small Print. . . Do not give away what you have With no real meaning of it’s worth, There will always be a buyer Persuading at the door. Don’t swap the misunderstood, Don’t think to pawn or sell. You will be grievous short Of what is wholly irreplaceable. . .

Poem: Get Over It.

Get Over it . . It is not easy to forget about it But I am struggling to get there. It has been almost a year now But I still wake up during the night With the whole business on my mind. I obsessively go over it, I don’t  know how to stop it But […]

Poem: Every Three Minutes.

Every Three Minutes. . . Men think about sex About every three minutes. I know how they feel As I am equally obsessed By my own urge for ecstasy Passion and orgasm. They are not the only ones Who feel driven by the need To gain express release, I feel the same relief For a […]

Poem: Just The One Thing.

Just The One Thing. . . Don’t you pretend That you don’t know The way our fine Romance will end, Our bedroom tussles On the hour. Don’t mean enough For spats to mend. There’s no way We can save our day ‘Cos I don’t want you As a friend. . .

Poem:Let’s Not Go There.

Let’s Not Go There. . . It’s a tricky one this, Not easy to express. It fights the hook Like a fresh caught catfish. I expect that you feel the same About those painful memories. Perhaps there are some things Much better left unsaid.

Poem: Living The Dream.

Living The Dream. . . A middle aged lady Spoke to him on the street But he did not recognise her, Plain, heavy set and very beige. Hard to see any shadow at all To match the nymph Who still casts urgent spells Within his fevered dreams. . .