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A Little Lost

A little lost, is the term i would say,
Just another hour , just another day.
It will get better tell the folk all around,
I'm seeing, I'm listening, I'm not hearing a sound.

A numbness encircles me , stupid , I know,
It's been a while now, I should really let go.
I miss him so much, A huge hole in my heart,
I can't seem to move on without him being part.
.
All those years, all those fights, all those drinks at the bar,
Through my kids, through my cries he was never too far.
My heart knows he is here, he'll make sure I'm just fine.
My Protector, My Friend, That Brother of mine.

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Strong Child of Mine

Been blessed with a girl, so perfect, so small
then she says her first words in no time at all

pull up your socks theres a new world called school
her teachers complain, She's acting the fool

a boy's caught her eye, she's now on cloud nine
but I,m only sixteen, don't be scared, we'll be fine!

the hurt and the pain as the baby stays sleeping
not meant to be, I say as I'm weeping

times a great healer as she soon bounces back
three grandchildren later, she's now got the knack

now in wedded bliss, and studying hard
she never looks back, there's no sympathy card

life toughens you up in the harshest of ways
and my love is all yours till the end of my days

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Off To Aunty Millie's

school broke up and summers here
shipped off, a long bus ride
every holiday off I'd go
to my aunts house by the sea side

she opened the door, gave a monster hug
this lady seemed immense
the first thing to hit me was the smell
musty lavender, quite intense

she eyed me up and down a while
a look of pure distaste
now come child go unpack your bag
ran up the stairs with haste

the room I had was idyllic
clean bedding a lamp and a flower
looked outside to see the view
the bright light on Blackpool tower

aunty Millie gave me a shout
come down and help me cook
side by side we peeled the veg
in her eyes I dare not look

white collar buttoned to her chin
black skirt did sway below
grey hair tied in the tightest bun
not a strand allowed to flow

we sat around a table to eat
such a thing I'd never known
she asked of school and other things
her interest always shown

a home, a real life living home
for this childhood I would yearn
a small girl I was allowed to be
secure, friendly, but stern

three meals a day, every one home cooked
never afraid, no hand was raised
and best of all, when I was good
I was hugged and I was praised

my aunty Millie I loved her so
never wanted to go home
we said goodbye and off I'd go
once again withdrawn and alone

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The Death of a Lancashire Lad

I bet he's up there, his nag astride, 
Ferret in sack, terrier by side.
I bet he's up there charming a lass, 
Ciggy in gob and mild in glass.
I bet he's up there seeing united win, 
Hollering and swearing " get it in".
I bet he's up there happy at last, 
No pain no shame no regrets of the past.
I bet he's up there smirking at us, 
Ye silly buggers whats all this fuss.

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Heroin Aka Brown Lady

Horse's, goat's ,the herb's and the hen's, 
A picture of the idyllic blend.
A handsome chap at this stage was he,
A prouder man there could not be.

Though strong and wise she found his chink,
The brown lady came and gave him a wink.
Euphoria soaked him to the skin,
Just once more say's he, I'm not weakening.

Brown lady engulfed him from every side,
His life now not his,  leaves only his pride.
It's only a blip I can sort this he'd shout,
As he sells his last hen and his family walk out.

He held down a job with his head still up high,
A struggle each day with a tear in his eye
The creases get deeper, the strange hue of his skin.
There now was a void where a person had been.

Thirty years he clung on as he carried this sin,
His daily routine, find a vein left within,
Valentines day he did give up the fight,
The brown lady won.  Finally taken her flight.

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Fairfield Horseshoe (Cumbria)

Three hours of grassy scramble
attain Fairfield horseshoe
enveloped by immense landscape
an awe inspiring view
gentle glow upon my cheek
expelled from summer's ray
the timid breeze encircles me
this wondrous month of may
twirl to ambitiously consume
breathtaking panorama
the vastness of the rambling fells
create pure natural drama
I rest upon Saint Sundays crag
a scene which saturates
Helvellyn rises in the distance
cirrus cloud it infiltrates
brown, gold and red of heather below
amid gullys and facets sharp
inhale the flawless air around
I discover the windy harp

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Windermere (Cumbria)

I gently stroll along the shores
of stunning Windermere
twenty swans are gathered round
the old ramshackle pier
ahead the steamer gracefully glides
slight ripples in it's wake
the image of the fells around
reflect upon the lake
the vision trails for many a mile
a picture quite immense
superior panoramic view
stimulating every sense
blues and greens within the mere
glistening rays dancing upon
slight summer breeze to calm the heat
and carry the sweet bird song

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Why I'M Still Single

I think I've been left with the best of the rest,
The vague and the odd and the strange,
I can't make the effort to now look my best,
As I'm scared I'll attract the deranged.

There's the ones who just cry, the slushy, the weak,
and the ones who just use and discard,
Some can be kinky, or flaky, a freak,
and there's those who get off in the yard,

the usual ones just get right on my nerve,
and then there's the marry me now.
It seems I can always attract the reserve.
Or the ones who just want a cash-cow.

If you ask why I'm single the answer is clear,
I'm a magnet for all the crazy,
I'll get the ones on the drugs or the beer,
Or there sure to be fat and lazy.

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Voluptuous, Sensual Me

Such a powerful stride
does the male see the hips
the well rounded hips
as he's licking his lips
this is me
voluptuous, sensual me
as I sit supping tea
sway slight left curiously
does the man see my leg
my bare fleshy leg
his eyes start to beg
this is me
voluptuous, sensual  me
as I brush my way past
quite listless, not fast
does he notice my breast
my mothering breasts
his thoughts to caress
this is me 
voluptuous, sensual me
I tease with the eye
my innocent eye
will he see I have fire
could he quell my desire
he starts to perspire
this is me
voluptuous sensual me
away I now walk
no whisper, no talk
I fulfilled all my needs
my ego it feeds
a glance back, he pleads
that is me
voluptuous, sensual me

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My Jimmy Choos

a chatter and a natter as we walk past
a plain old shop window
I walk straight on, took no notice
hang on, back track I go

Oh my god sis, look at them
the world's most awesome shoes
look ordinary to me she says
your kidding, there Jimmy Choos

now this was not your average shop
words thrift above the door
the price tag still two hundred dollars
cut me to the core

my thinking cap it went straight on
ideas bouncing around
I'm going in, I have a plan
it should work out quite sound

excuse me miss I'll volunteer
I act all coy and meek
that's very nice of you my dear
you get discount in six week

I looked at Jimmy's once again
the deal I had to do
day after day I trudged along
the six week I got through

my day had come, quarter price to me
the work, the strain, the torment
as I slipped in my aching feet
it was worth every bleedin moment