Sunday School

You know what they say

Doesn’t ring true

Yet upon it

You are told to rely

All those stories

Retelling past glories

But you’re not allowed to question why

What I’ve always wondered

Is who decided

Which one

Was the most hallowed

For I know

I needn’t look

To a fictional book

To guide me on moral code


False Gods

Will
it
always
be like
this

She
said

Don’t
I deserve
a reprieve?

That all
depends
on the
book

He
said

In
which
you
choose
to believe

(Originally Posted 01.10.2020)

I Haven’t Got It In Me

I doubt I’d manage a short story these days

Never mind anything more

Writing three or four lines

Is a struggle at times

So a novel seems too much to hope for


Small Minds

One
day
I will
write
novels

All
about
you
and
me

Of
how
we left
those
hovels

And
found
our
sanctuary

(Originally Posted 13.09.20)

Vive L’Hobbo!

Our dearest Hobbo

It’s impossible to show

Just how much we’ll surely miss thee

But until when

We may meet again

We’ll have the ever ebullient Brie!

😊🖤


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‘So We Go Inside And We Gravely Read The Stones…’

This is it

Where she now lies

The lonely widow

Who always cried

If only she

Had married again

Perhaps she may

Have forgotten her pain


Lovers Reunited

If I
can’t have
the one
that’s gone
then I’ll
just wait
out here,
alone,
until there’s
an end
to all
this pain
and our
hearts can
beat together
again

(Originally Posted 31.08.2019)

Both Grinning And Bearing It

Yet I didn’t slip away

Quietly

I remained

And caused a fuss

I got my head down

And stuck around

To tell the story

Of us


‘Slip Away, Quietly’

All
happiness
is fleeting

All
sadness
is depleting

I am
no longer
competing

As from
sanity
I am
retreating

(Originally Posted 14.08.2019)

Aye, Right

Perhaps I could find a story

He said

That proves all the stars align

I fear that for that one

She said

I’d wait a long fucking time


Story Books

Read
to me
some
more

She
said

I
swoon
to the
sound
of your
voice

Tell
me
what
you
want
to
hear

He
said

You
know
it’s
always
your
choice

(Originally Posted 12.08.2020)

Like It Was Yesterday

Someone asked me

The other day

How it was that we met

It felt so easy

In a strange way

To recite our own vignette


Cambuslang

All
those
days we
stayed
in bed

They
rattle
around
inside
my head

Until
the tears
run from
my eyes

As the
love we
shared
slowly
dies

Xxx

(Originally Posted 07.05.2020)

Bricks And Mortar

It isn’t really home anymore

It’s merely just a dwelling

Yet if these four walls

Could speak my friend

By God they’d do some telling

Protective

How can I stop you feeling so sad

He said

Please,

Just tell me and I’ll do it

I don’t know where to start

She said

And if I did,

I wouldn’t put you through it

‘Sing Well’

Come on then

Don’t keep us waiting

We want to see you bleed

To see others suffer

For their art

Is the validation we need

An Honour

I’ve never met anyone else

Who could spin a tale like you

Who tied people in knots with laughter

Who turned the air so cheekily blue

You were a master of your trade

The likes of which there’ll only ever be one

I’ll never forget your stories

Even now you’re gone

You’ll always be my hero

And a treasure to many more

I hope one day we’ll meet again

My Glaswegian raconteur

Xxx

False Gods

Will
it
always
be like
this

She
said

Don’t
I deserve
a reprieve?

That
all
depends
on the
book

He
said

In
which
you
choose
to believe

Small Minds

One
day
I will
write
novels

All
about
you
and
me

Of
how
we left
those
hovels

And
found
our
sanctuary

Story Books

Read
to me
some
more

She
said

I
swoon
to the
sound
of your
voice

Tell
me
what
you
want
to
hear

He
said

You
know
it’s
always
your
choice

Drinking

I fear I’ve
had one too
many a drink
tonight…

Perhaps now
is not the
time my story
to write…

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