Bad Blood

I remember "bragger" Jones. 
At school he had almost every girl
in the fourth form behind the bicycle shed

He's quiet now though, considering.

He used to be the most popular lad in our class
all the girls adored him. 
Now he's got no-one,
lives alone

If only he used a condom he’d still be blest ?
words spoken in hope
climb up from watery depths
wishing well well well
Who cares?

What’s going on in the playground 
The kids are out late and they’re so
indciplined nowadays, secretive.

Won’t say where they’re going to,
who with,
nor where they've been
or
what they’ve done

And there’s so much adverse influence.
Easy access to drink,
drugs,
the violent media
family indifference too. 

Makes you wonder, 

its not like the mischief you and I knew?

Published
by
N West Disabled Writers Group
&
Write-Away Online Magazine
Terrorist Attack On USA
11 - 09 - 2001



Missing

Where are you

we’re all bewildered

Without a body its hard to grieve

Do we mourn or hold on and hope for the best?

No news is good news as the saying goes

our minds fraught with every scenario

the whole gamut of love and rage

a mixed bag of emotions

sleepless in turmoil

concerned


(You are a star)


Publishe by poetic voices


Modern Relationships

Modern relationships
you in your bed and me in mine
miles apart.

When did we last make love?

Have we ever made love or is the love we make not really love at all
but lust?

Do we take each-other like dogs nowadays?



Published
by
N West Disabled Writers Group
Marbury Hall And Country Park


any way we could find a way 
we went in through the cellar
in through broken windows
up fire escape and drainpipe
through roof and loft space
and finally in with a demolition ball

despite the local legend

we never once found the "recurring bloodstain."
nor the ghosts alleged to walk
the house and it's grounds
though often we were sure
we could smell them
thereabouts
                 Echoes In Crystal Form


                                        words
                                           like lives

                                                       snowflake
                                                     and
                              
                                                           fallen
                                                            leaf
     
                                                           yellow   
                                                              and
                                                        
                                                                     softly        
                                                                       
                                                                        flutter
                                                                      away                                       
       
                                                                in
                                                                   
                                                          time
                                                        and
                                                    distance
                                                                            
                           whereas love and memories last forever  




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