They say blood is thicker than water
Maybe if you weighed it by the gram
Rule obeyed by every son & daughter
Ham it up when you are in your pram
A through strife of life transporter
With some families it can be a scam
Parents don’t love like they oughter
Sadly behave badly don’t give a damn
Should be your ultimate problem sorter
Even when your are in a real jam
Treat their offspring like a free porter
As your emotions they will just slam
We are just a lamb to the slaughter
As your devotions like a bull they ram
They should be your bricks & mortar
Older realise I’m in their folder of spam
Despite fact they should be a supporter
So with our friends the good times cram
Because sometimes famalam is a sham
Although it was only an April shower,
Due to climate change, it lasted an hour.
And so we sheltered beneath that tree,
No one else, just her and me.
So, thanks to the typically English weather,
It seemed that fate had thrown us together.
From the moment she spoke, it seemed just right.
I could almost believe in love at first sight.
What can I say of her hazel eyes?
If I were a poet I’d eulogise.
And I would walk for many a mile
Just to see her dazzling smile.
I made a joke and, oh that laughter,
Will live with me for ever after.
Then, before I knew it, an hour had passed
And the sun peeped through the cloud at last.
Now, though our meeting had made my day,
The time had come to walk away.
I would have loved to meet again,
But decided not to linger.
There was a baby in the pram
And a gold ring on her finger.
Appearing cold Winter
with bold steps to enter.
Snow in ivory flakes
Skating on frozen lake.
Enjoying warm milkshake.
Ice drops glistening on bare log.
Well covered guys walk with barking dog.
Jack Frost free frolic jump and jog.
No weariness even on mist and fog.
Snow drops hide themselves behind hedge.
Reindeer pulling Santa Clause’s sledge.
All cherish Christmas cake Veg or Non Veg.
All on a sudden snow storm to outrage.
Most severe to endure cold in old age.
On dazzling sunny day, under Sun
On snowy field children run.
Throwing snow balls is great fun.
Bakery selling hot bread and hot nun.
Nodding heads Chrysanthemum
In Church singing hymn beating drum.
With woollen pullover, baby in pram.
Sweet heart, I wish warmth perfect.
Please come under same blanket.
Holy guide
invite me to abide
in safe pasture grasses like a lamb,
or like a baby swaddled safely in her pram,
holy guide your beauty is a bright anagram
of love and I never have to grope
in darkness, help me cope
star of hope.
Spire insight of silence
Swotch and bind, conspiracy of mind
Conspire and self-protrude
Mindless matter of maddened hatter
Borne gall of uncongruent bladder
Reign wettened confections'n faux pas
Pram embedded bedding of public propaganda
And poised for prose 'dulted diaper thrown an' broiled'n a gutter
Homely homelessness in wake of deft arms
Freshened refreshener and wetted choke
Chugged and driven doomed deliverance
Cut of word 'cross and lost'n devious drivings of work
Ticking tenor left fear to render
These haps to fall through ungloved metal and measly meak meal, and
Coarse feel along rift ridged riverbays
Swept upon eons of words spurred affray
Sully gusts, and worry t'encrust
And collect the lost worker from astray.
Sitting in a dim room I wait
I start to hesistate
Should I leave or should I stay
I feel like I'm only going to get in the way
Suddenly the door opens
And a man smiles
It's a girl he says
It was worth the while
Im going to be a father
Why was my mind playing would I rather
I'm so glad I stayed
I look at the little bundle of joy
Tell the wife I'm glad it's a girl even though I secretly wanted a boy
We named her molly
And put her in a little pram which had a brolly
We took her to our house
She was a quiet as a little mouse
She hardly cried
Even though she sometimes tried
We was never tired
Run ragged or wired
We were proud of our molly
As she grew up
We got her a little pup
She did acting and dancing
Was award winning
In our eyes
And to our surprise
She was older and getting married
Our molly was now a proud parent to a little girl
Our hearts did a giddy whirl
For our molly and her little girl pearl
Dear Santa is in a dilemma
And we're making our way through December
His wish list is long
And he's getting things wrong
As he's finding it hard to remember.
Last year, Julie got an action man
Little Johnny got a Doll and pram
Then little Tom
Knew something was wrong
When Santa never turned up as planned.
So Rudolph is now taking the reins
Hopefully things will certainly change
Then the girls and boys
Will receive the right toys
Rather than the other way round.
Windswept, the rows of leaves descent.
Bereft the bare of toppling dreamt.
The lamb of fluffiness gives clue.
A pram does shake with laughter coo.
The revenue of shapes and hues,
For heaven sweeps, creates such views.
Plush yards of harvest dreams full tilt.
Postcards of dawn or dusk and gilt.
I intend on escaping
Devise a plan
I cannot be kept
By my mum, in this pram
Sliding out easy
Her not knowing i can
Feeling my freedom and Joy
As i ran
sounds of my footsteps
Echo and Bang
Mum now behind me
The chase has began
Epigenetics?
I don't understand, but I wonder how come
I dream and remember things that happened
before I was born
perhaps caused when I am in my pram lay
absorbed without knowing what
the adults were talking about
my great-grandfather was a famed baker
who specialized in cakes and puddings
he had his own business, which his son my
grandfather squandered
I was drawn to the catering business
I no longer dream of my sister or my brother
they died young and have disappeared into
mythology
My mother I remember with fondness and
sadness, a hard-working woman with fierce
political opinions.
In later years, she succumbed to drinking and
took little interest in things around her
Of my father, I remember nothing
like looking into a blank wall, as my mother
once remarked I looked like my father
and she bore a secret smile.
One ominous thing is alcohol has played
and cast dark shadows through several
generations
I have myself suffered from this soul-eating
illness, I overcome by living far away and
in my writing
The addiction tendency is genetic
"Neglect is the biggest disease."
Jensen plays to the skinless drum
Ten chocolate soldiers melt down
by the campside
Platitudes of the night
crimson altar affairs preside
I have forgotten your face
wish i was a pram
under full moon
grateful to be the new born
like a newly hatched larvae
An urbane man chased by
bedraggled beagles
Forget the rest
cruelty at its own behest
treads to grey
A yummy mother with pram is walking
to west Dulwich from West Norwood
The blind lady walks under scaffold
the gyrating lumps of bolts
gerates her white stick
and your plimsole beggar man asks for a pious 50p piece
what he can buy Lord knows!
Your street preacher with only pigeons as an audience
conjures a better day
until the expected gales up lifting
the tiles as an erstwhile punishment
for repentance
It was the early days of the electric tram,
the cars could hold twenty people only;
much less when there were mothers with a pram,
often, I saw people who looked quite lonely !
I was dressed up in my new frock and hat,
the reason for this trip was my birthday;
on the bench seating mom and auntie sat,
I stood as the tram would bounce and sway !
I loved watching the downtown scenes going by,
we (Mom and Auntie) were going shopping;
on this lovely, beautiful, sunny day in July,
oh, some of the things I saw were quite eye-popping !
I seldom had a chance to go downtown,
sometimes, the tram would slow down then speed up;
when we arrived I wanted to see all the stores around,
then, we would have tea served in a fancy cup !
A man holding a cute pup was not allowed on,
and an old man was stopped who looked real poor;
I paid the three cents so the old man could come-on,
the conductor said- I was a nice girl and a real kind-doer !
How would you describe a real man
One with muscles uses bad language like damn
Well slap my knee
They sit down to pee
With his normal image of pushing a pram
Running out of road, windshield wipers are useless for tears
Close my eyes and count to… not yet! reaper hasn’t appeared
Lights flashing across the dashboard, warning indications
Speedometer reads a ton, don’t care for vindication
Stripping back life
for all to see
The lake below
reflecting me
Going over the escarpment, free falling through a cloud
Brakes I leave redundant, accelerator screams out loud
Weightless grow my memories, the rear view mirror is bleak
Exterior one’s more streamlined, if a little oblique
Dug my own hole
admission’s free
Revealed the sin
got the car key
Not much on the horizon, seen a few birds here and there
Was playing around for a long time, now she’s gone elsewhere
And our song’s on the radio, I’ll never hear it end
(Stairway to heaven) rifts in stasis, just as I transcend
Oblivion
nihility
A growing bump
delivery
Hey! who’s that smiling lady, pushing me along the street
I look out from the pram, peekaboo! my heart skips a beat…
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