the purpose or is it the
journey? Enjoy both
A Clock Is Reset
Ceremonies to arrange,
large boots to be filled.The words of an anthem to change
the picture on stamps too!
Roles now different - titles have changed.
Christmas day messages delivered by someone new,
a change of guard at the changing of the guard!
Newspaper headlines agree.
A clock is reset.
What Am I To Do
My emotion
washing over me like the ocean
waking me up in a commotion
Doctor give me a potion
I need your devotion
what am I to do?
Wave upon wave
I'm buried as if in a grave
disturbing my sleep like a rave
waking me up won't behave
making me into its slave
What am I to do?
Have I been had
maybe I'm going mad
'ordered a happy meal but I am sad
one number short on the keypad
makes me a deadbeat dad
What am I to do?
Cold now and frightened
stomach muscles tightened
senses alerted and heightened
is it black or is it white and -
every day and every night and -
is this to be my plight and -
my god it shines so bright and -
can I ever turn off this light and -
overcome it; try as I might and -
I'm not sure I can fight it
here as I write it
but what am I to do?
With my emotions
washing over me like the ocean
waking me up in a commotion
Doctor give me a potion.
I need your devotion
what am I to do?
September
September means it's meteorological autumn.
September has many observations,
astronomical
astrological
calendars old and new
events and occurrences.
September means I'll have completed one more trip round the sun.
September brings back memories of summer holidays ending all too soon
having to return to school
with new uniforms
oversized blazers and undersized haircuts.
uncomfortable new shoes and the latest regulation school bag.
September means wonderfully coloured leaves tumbling from trees and painting the ground
shorter days and even darker evenings
wind and rain
and getting your winter coat out from the back of the wardrobe.
September is the month of Virgos - if you believe
or preparing your inner-self for the dark months ahead,
or,
well whatever your religion dictates.
For me,
September comes and once again I have to fight the urge to write another poem about
Autumn
...but then I write one anyway!
I Was Only Thinking
(Chorus)
I was only thinking'bout summer days - chatting; drinking
the forever sun - unblinking
not a cloud in the sky.
(Verse 1)
It seemed like endless Sundays
soaking up - the suns rays
all our perfect holidays
rolled into one.
(Chorus)
(Verse 2)
We - the pretty young things
living life with - no strings
soaring high on spread wings
will take on the world!
(Chorus)
(Verse 3)
Now - get me an advisor!
I am older - but no wiser
pop a tranquilizer
to help get me through
(Chorus)
(Verse 4)
my mind drifts back - thinking
the summer days - chatting; drinking
the endless sun; unblinking
now so long ago!
(Chorus)
Mixed Up Sayings
Now the chickens have - come full circle
Things have - come home to roost.
Better late than - someone's leg
Pulling - never!
Birds of a feather - on the band wagon
Jumping - flock together.
We'll cross that bridge - over spilt milk
no use crying - when we get to it.
Don't put all your eggs - up the wrong tree
barking - in one basket.
I've bigger fish to - flock together
Birds of a feather - fry!
Speak of - the bullet
bite - the devil!
By the skin of - an arm and a leg
That's going to cost - your teeth!
Don't count your chickens - til the fat lady sings
It ain't over - until they hatch.
Take it - slow and steady
with a pinch of salt - wins the race.
The devil is in - the room
The elephant in - the detail.
Curiosity killed - a dead horse
No use flogging - the cat.
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