where my head should be.
I looked in the mirror
and was shocked at what confronted me.
My head was as bald as my boot.
My wife screamed, “We’ll have none of that! ”
She then started combing like mad
our poor old cat.
“I’m going to make you a toupee.”
Now whenever my hair gets wet
I start smelling like something
that popped out of a smelly old dustbin.
She never did say which end the hair came from,
the front or the rear.
I’ll leave you to guess that little bit of fun.
23 May 2008
My life has become a puzzleand there are pieces I cannot find.Each becomes more a mysteryas I travel my journey through.This memory I keep tripping overis not an unpleasant one,but why does my mindalways replay just that one scene.Is there something that I am missing,something I should have seenand my mind wants me to rememberthat…
leave a gulf within our lives,nothing can refill.Their loss brings sorrow,which hurts our very soul,it fills our eyes with tears,and our heart with pain,that nothing in our liveswill ever feel the same.Although they are gone,they are never far away.Their memories live within us,until our dying day.
Something someone’s heardWhat is the meaningIs it large or smallOr doesn’t anyone knowHow to describe it at allWhat is loveIs it a gentle kissA tender embraceOr is it someoneYou could never replaceWhat is love(date written unknown)
Faces appear in a dream stateas the past flickers by.Each face holds angelic beautyof when the loves were young,never growing old in my mindas they belong to a different time.Now sometimes I wishthose days were back againwith their smiles and laughterthat flowed like fine red wine.Back again to capture my soul,away from the beckoning dark…
I stood there hypnotised,and then came the crackling laughterthat echoed in my earsand seem to come from everywhere.It stopped and a voice shoutedif you know what’s good for youyou’ll get out of here.The laughter returned closer than before.My heart thumped loudlyas I groped in the darkness searching for the doorthrough spider’s webs and endoplasmic gooI…
sometimes we find a small pocketof happiness that carries us throughuntil the next one comes along.Sometimes we find turmoilof which there is little escape from.Our direction gets mixed signals there.The next daywe are back on the road again.The one leading usto our final destinationin the future somewhere.We all need sadnessto show us how goodhappiness can…
