Hanging off the third rung from the bottom of the ladder I take my time.
An icy tundra windswept with ice rock and snow I see and feel inside.
I feel good for a change and rather than beat, I dream of Xbox 360.
My diet is going well and except for temperature its mighty toasty.
Elliptical exercise and Bobs your uncle, podium finish, get a posy.
This and that is all coming off, things are definitely looking rosy.
Trappers hat on and my ears and head is nice and cosy.
Time for a brew,
Watch the bag stew,
and wonder ‘Do I have enough milk’.
Back to my laptop and time for some writing.
This time, it’s easy and I carry on typing,
and the sentences come, one after the other.
And rhymes that come in right time that give me no bother.
And in the still pool of mercury, I can see my reflection
And if I poke in a finger I get a hint of recollection
Of times gone by in a haze and I see the product of my days
less glory than a toaster not as tasty as a roaster.
How we spend out time as the sand flows down
If you get like this often don’t worry I’ll still see you around
if we lean on each other like a sister and a brother at the end of the day
and in another way what’s Yours is yours and mine are mine
And we can pool if you like.
My TV is broken can I borrow your’s bruvver
My head is listing can you give me some cover
and the back streets are empty
and the cupboards are bare.
I say hello
And then I just stare
The heartbeat quickens and my breathing slickens
past the attitude and worry and the composite story
of how we came to be here in this room
apart and together forever and ever. perhaps…No!
Oh No I fell in love again! No offense! Lest you take me the wrong way
Honestly, I meant to harm just a brief romance
passed in and out of my conscience.
Now we are friends we can do it with meaning
and there’s no embarrassed moments if we get a little feeling
of familiarity, of knowing you and me, in a moment in a day
Today, tomorrow and yesterday.
I don’t know what’s happening with this poem
It’s getting longer and longer and longer and longer
What is the definition of Stronger?
Better than before
Take a breather Mr. Geezer You are clearly looking tired
Have a seat, sit down and take the weight off a while
I thought I thought I knew you from my life but now I don’t know
Either way, we both get to see the show
of life unfolding.
This poem is in need of an ending
My patience is thinning, my patience is bending.
Did I hook in you in with Rhythm and rhyme
Did it help you pass some wasted time
If it did then I grateful to you dear reader. And remember
Allways be loving, never be hateful.