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With you

Lying close
Warmth seeps through
Heating my soul
A sleepy smile
Dreams will be happy tonight.

Insomnia.

Time ticking

Darkness spreading

Sleep evading.

Hips aching

Pain spreading

Sleep evading.

Chest on fire

White hot burning

Sleep evading.

Time passing

Eyes heavy

Sleep evading.

4am passing

Still thinking

Sleep evading.

Joints burning

Eyes stinging

Sleep evading.

Light peeking

Almost morning

Sleep evading.

Eventual respite

All too early

Alarm beeping.

Re-start.

At last I’ve got my name back

It’s been returned to me

I’ve suffered from a dreadful case

Of stolen identity.

 

Finally we’re reunited

My maiden name and I

We’ve been apart for seven years

That time did not fly by.

 

It’s been a long time coming

This reunification

We almost floundered, lost our way

Buckled under the frustration.

 

The thief has tried to break me

Made some days a living hell

But I have won, I’m having fun

And I’ve got my name as well.

 

My life has been rebuilt now

With love that will not break

But getting my old name back

Is the icing on the cake.

 

Oh yes, we’re back in business

Let there be no remorse

Just stand and cheer, for all to hear

And celebrate divorce.

Inspire me.

Dense brain fog reflects

Misty autumn atmosphere …

Colours clarify.

New life.

New Life

Growing

Moving

Breathing

Heart Beating.

The future

Exciting

Unnerving

Expecting

New beginning.

My family

Expanding

Evolving

Nurturing

And Loving.

Big Brother

Smiling

Playing

Teaching

But not sharing.

New baby

We’re hoping

You’ll always

Be happy.

Time.

Last night we slept with hands entwined

We’d found our peaceful state of mind.

From weeks of absence, strain and stress

We found the time to reassess

We found some time to simply be

To hold each other, lovingly

To laugh, to hug, to kiss, to talk

To hold hands on an autumn walk

Some time to think, to meditate

Some time spent with a true soul mate

Last night we slept with hands entwined

We are each other’s peace of mind.

An unwelcome surprise.

A spider crawled onto my pencil.

Said spider got thrown on the desk.

My heart it now feels hyper tensile.

Personally I find spiders grotesque.

 

A colleague he came in to save me.

The spider it hid neath my phone.

I ran out wailing loud like a banshee.

Whilst he caught the beast in a cone.

 

I told him to squish it and squash it.

He said, “No way, they eat flies!”

He took it outside and released it.

That was this morning’s unwelcome surprise.

Hungry Britain.

People going hungry

They’re starving in our streets

A civilised society

Run by ignorant elites.

 

They say there is no problem

That our country is replete

With food and drink and groceries

So everyone can eat.

 

Tell that to the people

Those making up the ranks

Trying to feed their children

With donations from food banks.

 

As a so-called first world country

We should feel a depth of shame

That this crisis goes unrecognised

That no-one accepts blame.

 

We all can help to solve it

We could lobby politicians

It’s down to our esteemed government

To improve these bad conditions.

 

In a country where we throw away

Tonnes of food each week

People shouldn’t have to starve

As a nation we must speak.

 

On a more personal level

You can give the gift of food

You can help dispel the hunger

Of a family, come unglued.

 

So if you are a lucky one

If you have some food to spare

Take it to a food bank

Show those in strife that people care.

Eyes wide shut.

Post lunch sleepiness

Warm sun falls on soft closed eyes …

Work can wait a while.

A thoroughly British quirk.

Too hot to rhyme

Too hot to write

But given time

To write, I might.

 

The sun still shines

There’s no respite

The cloud declines

To block the light.

 

A British wave

Of humid heat

Makes mortals crave

For snow and sleet.

 

Inspiration

Withered and dried

Imagination

Defunct and fried.

 

We pray for rain

It does not come

The flowers strain

The grass looks glum.

 

Though we bemoan

Our chilly clime

We should not groan

For it’s sublime.

 

To feel the rain

Upon my skin

Would please my brain

And draw a grin.

 

I can’t survive

This heat much longer

I need cool to thrive

To make me stronger.

 

A national grumble

Our flippant weather

But we don’t crumble

It links us together.

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