FAMILY TWISTS

Orlando was my uncle’s brother,
Who for some time dated my mother,
Which is not the same as my dad,
He married the wife mum’s brother had.

Happiness

Once I longed for happiness,
But now I digress…….

DEJA YOU

Again, for the first time,
When shifts in the timeline,
Are sensed in heart and mind,
Challenging present day reality’s suture,
Deeply grounded – yet heady,
Awakening – unsteady,
It feels I’ve already met you,
In the future.

KISS ME

Kiss me
When I least expect it
When I’ve no chance to deflect it
Someplace
Where no one can detect it
Not on the forehead or the chin
But on the mouth
And deep within
Kiss me freely
Nothing pending
Kiss me like
It’s never ending
Kiss me.

Expat love thoughts

I met you there
You brought me here
We are each other’s
Souvenir
Memories of a time
When the choice seemed clear
I couldn’t stay there,
When you were here.

RESOLUTIONS

Resolutions?
I’d rather not say.
“Smoking? Weight loss?
Training? New boss?
Old problems – new solutions?
Straight talk – no convolutions?
Hmmm, something that I missed?
Maybe trim your Facebook list?”
I’ll not say, you need not guess,
They’re private, but I will confess,
The approach that I prefer,
Next year I’ll tell you what they were.

GAY IRONY

Here’s a bit of irony,
I thought about today,
Homosexuals must struggle,
For the right to be that way,
Whilst many straight men with women think,
“God, I wish that I were gay!”

Winter Walking

Winter walking,
Sort of kind of in a hurry,
It’s cold, there’s been a little flurry,
Still, I’m trying not to scurry,
But then it happens,
The slippery sole,
My feet start to lose control,
For a moment I think the slip will pass,
In a millisecond I’m on my ass,
But before I ascertain my fitness,
I check to see if there’s a witness,
And only then, when I’m alone,
Do I check for bruise and broken bone,
And finding none I’m off the floor,
Although a little stiff and sore,
My arm hurts, but is in its socket,
Just wish my work keys weren’t in my pocket.

The Difference

There are people out there doing amazing things,
Who just won’t allow anyone to clip their wings,
They instead put their problems to different uses,
They become challenges, instead of excuses.

FACES

(picture by Loïc Viatte)

Where do we find ourselves
When we look
When we really look
Thinking our humanness
Has spilled out around
Personifications abound
Because a new way of seeing
Shows not that our being
Has morphed into
Objects and machinery
Our ego infiltrating
Industrial scenery
No instead we see traces
Of our own faces
Everywhere to remind us
That you can find us
Intricately woven
In ever part of this sphere
Because what we do here
Is not separate, interjected
But instead is connected
In discreet symmetry
To show that we
Are not overlords or seers
But part of the gears
Of the pulse and the flow
The planetary glow
Is not provided by us
But we’re of it.