35 was my lucky number:

Maybe it was time to go back, She knew he would be there waiting for her, But then she remembered his emotional betrayal, She hadn’t rekindled their connection for that! She was trying to improve her life, Not to take a step back.   There are silent battles and steep hills, But she’s spread-eagled on more

She Sleeps With The Light On…

. . . Just in case, The night is still, There’s not a sound, Except the rumbling of a distant truck, Which propels her into a memory; It was of the time when she had her babies, A marriage bed full of passion, youth & hope, It was a time long before these lean times. more

Of Ponds & Balmy Nights:

He approves of almost everything about her,

And enjoys being her hero,

So when she says she needs time,

To concentrate on her relationship with her,

He holds her so tightly that it almost hurts,

She knows he’ll always be there if she changes her mind,

“Don’t sit by the pond without me, particularly on those balmy nights!”

He will anyway,

She knows it.

 

When God Doesn’t Exist:

Hedonists will reason, Hedonists will talk, They’ll let you know, You’re not the thing, If you exercise or walk.   They’ll try to get you drunk, And they’ll try to drug your drink, They don’t have children of their own, But they’ll tell you what they think.   The first to point out all your more

Little Boy Lost:

My little brother, Lost at sea, My little brother, Come back to me, Where could he have gone? Where could he be? He’s knocked out with amnesia, All these years; ten and three, (and not eaten by sharks after all), Or faked his own death maybe, Swim little brother, Swim home to me! Or maybe more

The song of the Plovers:

A song for this poem: Youth by Daughter from the film A Long Way Down   Everything was tender now, everything, The song of the night time Plovers, Kicked things up an extra notch, She noted the heightened sense of awareness, “Ah, I’m almost dead now,” she reassures herself, She’s so sure of it, She more

Life inside a hurricane:

Rowdy, little children, Running all about, Too many fathers, Who never pay but only shout.   Take the little beggars, While time’s still on your side, Or you’ll have your health destroyed, By this hell, his constant fight.   Deliver us from evil, We know not what we do, When she finally works it out, more