Meanings sought to clear
lifes prying minds. Step back! Rest!
Remember to live!
And If
If I hadn't met her that night at the pub
and if we hadn't hit it off
and if we hadn't seen each other a lot
and if we hadn't moved to Brighton together
and if we hadn't got a flat
and if we hadn't settled down
and if we hadn't got married
and if we hadn't had a child
and if we didn't hit a rocky patch
and if it hadn't all become too much for us
and if we hadn't decided to move back to Devon
and if we hadn't decided to live at her parents place
and if all that hadn't eventually split us up
and if I hadn't moved back to Exeter into the flat at Dads place
and if I hadn't found myself on a course with a job attached and some training
and if that job wasn't in Axminster
meaning I had to catch a train most mornings
and if the station I caught it hadn't been Central Station, Exeter
and if the train hadn't been the 8am one
and if I hadn't chosen to sit on that particular bench
and if someone else had to catch that particular train
and if I hadn't got on with this certain someone
and if I hadn't got to like her
and if I hadn't looked forward to seeing her most mornings
and if I hadn't seen that same person one day in my local shop
and if that person hadn't lived four doors down from me
and if we hadn't got on so well
and if we hadn't moved in together
and if we hadn't have ridden the lumps and bumps of life
and if we hadn't decided to get married
and if we hadn't decided to buy a house
and if we hadn't decided to have a child
and if we hadn't decided move out to a village in East Devon
and if we hadn't had the twins
and if we hadn't worked so hard to keep it going to put food on the table
and if we hadn't had the support of each other and the love and the bond we found...
and if just one of these things hadn't happened
we wouldn't have been together for over 33 years
and I wouldn't be the person you see today!
Three Poems in One For Ukraine
(3 poems in one. Read through the emboldened lines together, or read through the italic lines together, or read the whole thing)
*The warmth of spring finally touches my face.
The stench of a woman's body left rotting in the street
partially covered with a blood soaked coat - lyes abandoned.
*In the hedgerows; buds are bursting
the noisy birds are building nests!
Colours and smells abound.
The red of her blood covers the ruble which was once a building - her home
no more can the chill of winter heighten this terrible war for her - it is already hell anyway!
*Daffodils now colour the verge
fires lit by survivors; light the early morning
*blossom covers trees
the smell of wild garlic fills the air - as does the bird song
the gin clear skies are streaked with rocket trails
*across the beautiful sky
the roar of a missile
and suddenly another explosion!
*Colour screams out from an orchard
followed by the sound of screaming voices coming from nearby - that was a close call!
*Sheep in a field enjoy the lush green grass as I walk passed.
Not my turn this time!
Dear Lord (Fixing The Holes)
Dear Lord forgive our tardiness
attending your sacred house today
the day of rest which you 'laid on'
so we mere mortals might come and pray
The cat was sick on mothers hymn book
Dear Lord forgive her choice of phrase
no such language have I heard
Indeed I learnt a brand new word
lucky that her words were slurred
on the floor in a drunken haze!
Dear Lord forgive our tardiness
attending your sacred house today
the car wouldn't start; it's rather old
the suspension's shot and might give-way!
And but a mere mortal I
Dear Lord to get her our the door
would test a saint of that I'm sure
a sherry glass smashed on the floor
So if we're late - then you know why
Dear Lord forgive our tardiness
attending your sacred house today
we're on the way but running late
Mothers now on the 'Beaujolais'
Dear Lord please forgive her drunken state
please provide a miracle
of burning proof empirical
make her fruity words sound lyrical
and hurry Lord - this can't wait!
Dear Lord forgive our tardiness
but we've made it here today!
and forgive our odd appearance
oh and another word - if I may?
The church lane's surface has been attacked by moles
mothers dentures are who knows where
her bra-straps let go, through wear and tear
and their contents have taken to the air.
...Dear Lord you might be good at saving souls
but please give some thought to fixing those holes
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