The girl in the yellow jacket

The girl in the yellow jacket-20 Feb 2015

She stands with friends on the beach

Sand blasted, looking lost

Or if not lost, bemused

I wonder why she

The girl in the yellow jacket

Stands with friends

Yet seems alone

The Train

The Train

The train fills up

And off she goes

People sitting

On their way

To places

Near and far

Then she arrives

People standing

Collecting possessions

The train empties

The train fills up

And off she goes

Again.

Isn't life a funny thing?

Having been born, something none of us has any control over life seems to hinge on a series of pivot points (or forks in the road if you want to look at it that way). At these points decisions are made either by or for us which send each of us into situations which need to be enjoyed or endured until the next pivot is reached.
Looking back over the last 56 years I have identified a number of times where life has moved me onto a route down which I've sauntered, trudged, danced or struggled.

1. Failing my 11+ (look it up)
2. Going straight into work and not to uni.
3. Moving to Southend
4. Meeting and marrying wife number 1
5. Divorce from said spouse
6. Returning to the North East
7. Moving back to my home village
8. Meeting and marrying wife number 2
9. Divorce from wife number 2
10. Leaving my home village and moving to my current location.

So there you have it, 10 main events off the top of my head which have lead me to the point I'm at now. Had any one of these events not happened or had happened differently I'd probably not be sitting where I am now writing this.

Isn't life a funny thing? Peace and Love, ttfn. x

Poem

 

The Mountains

 

The mountains change colour

As the Sun crosses the sky

The New Moon sits waiting

Like a bright winking eye

To start the night shift

For a world growing dark

'til the Sun rises next morning

To brighten our lives.

Poem

Blueberries

 

Blueberries in my muffins and my pancakes plain

Two of the things that keep me sane

Myers Rum with Cola and Guinness by the pint

Two of the things that keep me tight

More poems

 

I'm not sure if I posted some of these before but here they are anyway with 2 new ones

 

 

 

 

A Poem

 

 

They call it the black dog

This depression of mine

It's a pit with no light

This depression of mine

It makes me scared

This depression of mine

It makes me fear happiness

This depression of mine

I wish it would go

This depression of mine

 

In the pub

 

Sitting in the pub

Pint of beer in hand

People all around

Such a happy band

 

Alone in the corner

A strange man to most

Separate from the others

Who make a cheerful host

 

No-one comes to join me

Still I'm all alone

Sitting in the pub

Pint of beer in hand.

 

Meat is murder

 

Some say meat is murder

I eat meat

Am I a murderer?

Or an accomplice?

I don't know

What do I know?

I know I like meat less

As time goes on

I eat less meat

Am I less of a murderer?

Or an accomplice?

I don't know

 

I bought a book

 

I bought a book last week

Writing poetry it was called

So I thought I would write a poem

About a book I bought

Called writing poetry

Here it is

The poem

About a book I bought

Last week

 

 

 

 

If at first

 

If at first you don't succeed they say

Then you must find another way

So gird your loins

And lets away

To live to fight another day.

 

Sleepy

 

I sit in my chair

Feeling sleepy

I jerk awake

I fell off the fence again

It's too soon for bed

I'll wake too early

And sit in my chair

Feeling sleepy

 

Asleep on the train (18 Nov.14)

The sudden drop

I fell off the fence

Pretend I wasn't asleep

I didn't nod off

Hope I didn't drool

The embarrassment

I hope no-one thinks I'm drunk

Best write a poem to stay awake

 

 

 

The Grass is greener

 

The grass is greener on the other side

So the saying goes

Is the grass so green beyond?

No one really knows

Since when they are on that other ground

The grass is greener on the other side.

 

Starry Night (18 Nov.14)

A starry night

The chance of frost

Thinking about the things I've lost

Hoping that life will improve soon

So I can stop feeling low.

 

Greed

 

Greed is good

Get one up on the other guy

Mock the less fortunate

Take

Take

And take

Some more

Share?

No way!

Greed is good

No!

 

 

Alone in a bar

 

Alone in a bar

Surrounded by people

Shouting and laughing they are

But me?

I'm alone in a bar

A Limerick

The old fellow called Hall

There was an old fellow called Hall

Who built up his problems quite small

He bundled them up

'til they covered him all

That silly old fellow called Hall