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Dirty Washing

Why hang your dirty washing out
And put it all online
Dressed in limelights that let all know
The grot and rot and grime
Airing the foul and not so nice
For do you not just see
That some things are best sorted out
In private sanctuaries
Where behind doors with openness
Amidst the folk you know
You work your differences through
In ways that help you grow
And move forward resolved and more
Intent to act upon
The lessons leant with no baggage
Freed up to carry on

Rain

Once upon a long lost time
I used to puddle jump
With macintosh and rubber boots
Into the shallow pools
And splatter droplets, laugh and yelp
With giggles and with glee
As water swelled and burst its skin
To soak both you and me

I’d run and leap and land into
The rain-filled basins that
Amalgamated post the storm
And splish and splosh and splash
And fun was had, excitement seen
As small child ran into
The puddles on the pavements edge
From clouds and mist and dew

Yet now when torrents tumble down
From darkened skies above
And water gushes down the street
And gullies overflow
As pools of water fill to brim
From sharpened watery spears
That lash from heavens open wide
I try to hide my tears

And run against this weather’s tide
The damp and misery
Fighting against the drizzle and
The wetness that abounds
A battle twixt the will to stay
Inside the warm and dry
Less memories from childhood days
When rains fell from the sky

A Lost Summer’s Dream

They said it was summer
No word of a lie
As the heavens opened up
And rain fell from the sky
In torrents; in downpours
Day after day
Fabulous for ducks
Or if Noah came to stay
But in truth it was horrid
Miserable and soggy
As hour after hour
It drizzled constantly
With no let-up; no blue skies
No bright clear sunshine
Whilst the forecasters promised
It would be dry and be fine
But their words washed away
Down the street in a stream
Of flood water drowning
A lost summer’s dream

Mo Jo (Motivation)

Mo Jo’s packed his bags and gone
He’s walked out in a huff
Said “Do you know I’m so fed up
And have had quite enough
I’ve battled through the thick and thin
I’ve stuck it out this long
But seriously, how do you think
We now can get along?
If you are not prepared to work
Won’t pull your weight at all
So now I’m going; I’ll not be back
Don’t even try and call
Cos after everything I’ve done
You’ve really worn me out!”
And with a sigh, he turned his back
He didn’t hang about

And that was the last that I saw
Of Mo Jo as he left
For he never came back again
And left me quite bereft
For only when he’d gone did I
Realise the good that he
Did day on day and night on night
Whilst motivating me
The little niggle deep within
The comforter, the friend,
The gentle kick up ass to prompt
And always comprehend
Persuasion, drive and fortitude
Working with focused might
The smallest thing to galvanise
Impel, egg on, excite.

But strangely over time I’ve learnt
That though I miss him so
I can ignite a drive in me
To replicate the flow
Of motivation through these veins
And light a fire to roar
Fervently with perseverance
That won’t go out for sure
Cos though Mo Jo was my buddy
My wing man way back then
There’s something more creative
And re-li-able when
Self dependence and inner drive
Triggers the ‘go go get’
Attitude that I need in me
To reach the goals I’ve set!

People Watching

They walk along the pavement
Some short, some tall
Some thin, some fat
Some inbetween
Old, young, middle aged
Boys, girls, women, men
Blond, brunette, ginger, grey
Quickly, slowly,
Energised, weary
Rushing, dawdling
Stopping, starting
Chatting, in silence
Together, separately
And yet ….
Not one smiles
Why is that?

Pickled Positivity

Keep a bottle always handy
So your glass remains half full
Or better still topped to the brink
Ensuring that the pull
Is a creed of opportunity
The can do, will do way
That sees a path through everything
For bright positive days

Dedicated to a good friend and my number one fan and fellow OU buddy.  Have a great day:)

St George

Come celebrate the saint, Saint George
The knight who dragon slay
Upholding his faith to the end
To walk the Christian way
The man whose legend goes beyond
A story to a realm
A kingdom that unites all else
To stand right at the helm
The land who green and pleasant lands
Have paved through history
A reason to shout out about
My England; great country!

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