Fleeting

If you get

A chance

Of happiness

You should grab it

With both hands

Take it from one

Whose time

Has gone

And so completely

Understands

Saturday

It wasn’t written 

In the stars

Or foretold through 

Your wanky cards 

It was just by chance 

We met that day 

And I wouldn’t have had it 

Any other way

Xxx

The Wrong Tree

It’s nice to see

How you are with me

Is in no way chauvinistic

But as for your chance

When it comes to romance

I wouldn’t be too optimistic

Itchy Feet

It’s not that I don’t trust

The fortuitous hands of fate

But I would just prefer it

If I didn’t have to wait

Greener Grass

Absence doesn’t make
The heart grow fonder

We just start to yearn
For what’s over yonder

And so we’re presented
With a question to ponder

Exactly which opportunity
Should we squander?

The Smoking Shelter

It’s amazing

The people

You can meet

When you’re standing

Outside

On the street

They make you

Instantly

Lose control

As, with ease,

They stare

Into your soul


Cutting Through The Bullshit

I’m
not
really
crying

She
said

Honestly
things
are
fine

You
can’t
kid a
kidder

He
said

Now,
please,
come
back
to mine

(Originally Posted 20.02.2020)

Qualms

An allegory for so much

This one

Love, life and death

Trying to capture that feeling

When you need to stop

And pause for breath


Keep The Engine Running

Shall
we go
ahead
and jump

He
asked

Now that
we’ve
come
this far?

I’m not
so sure,
anymore,

She
said

Let’s just
get back
in the
car

(Originally Posted 16.12.2019)

Feet First

In for a penny

In for a pound

Isn’t that what they say?

Well all I know is

If there are no strings

Then I’ll be there without delay


Cocktails At Dawn

Come over here

Let’s have a taste

As it would be a shame

If this went to waste

(Originally Posted 16.12.2020)

Spot On

Sometimes

When you’re trying to rhyme

You hit on something

Quite profound

I’m pretty sure

This was one of those

Where I cracked it

First time ’round


(Prick)ly

Not
the
best
at
being
loved

But
pretty
good
at
loving

Not
the
best
at
being
pushed

But
pretty
good
at
shoving

(Originally Posted 16.07.2020)

The Long Hello

I walked past your house

Every day

But never knocked the door

—–

I watched as you passed

Every day

And always hoped for more

Stroke Of Luck

I could
have
stayed
in that
day

And we
never
would
have
met

Instead
I chose
not to
go
home

A
decision
I won’t
ever
regret

Xxx

After All

You
were
here
last
time

I
clearly
remember
your
smile

Perhaps
leaving
the
house
today

Might
yet
prove
to be
worthwhile

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