You Can Choose Your Friends…

A guilty plea

Judgement passed

Off virtually Scott free

The law is an ass!

12 month conditional

discharge – that’s all!

And a lifetime of hell 

Is what we’ve endured 

In addition to that

Family politics explode

Brats with big mouths

Add to the load

No respect

For the victim’s plight

Just one-upmanship

Jealousy and strife 

With relatives like these

Blood ties are severed

Who needs enemies?

When you’re kicked down in bad weather?

The lack of support

And empathy beggars belief

No wonder I live down south

What a blessed relief

I occasionally wonder 

Why I left them all behind

Bar four there’s nothing left

For me here to bind

So I’ll return to the smoke

When morning comes

Harbouring a refugee

Until she’s rehomed

And get on with my life

Cause Lord knows it’s tough enough

To exist in a world

At times so devoid of love.

For Lucas 

Dearest Lucas

You bundle of scrum

It’s darling to meet you

I hope we’ll be chums

You’re all soft and squidgy

And minuscule 

You smell like buttermilk

And make us all drool

I held you tonight

And fell in love

You melted my heart

And made it thud

My first GREAT nephew 

Offspring of Mush

The initial nephew 

Who was also cute and lush

Just in time for Christmas 

Oh what a gift

A gurgling, bouncing baby 

Who could resist?

The charm of ‘Little Legs’

And what he’ll become

As he embarks on his life 

Guided by his Dad and Mum

I think you are awesome 

So welcome to the fold

Even if it makes me

Feel really old

I’m still glad you’re here

And that is a fact

So much love and snuggles

Your Great Aunt Rach 😘

Lost At Sea?

My ship is sinking

Going down

Trouble and strife

Me surrounds

I stand alone

As water floods in

My bow is breaking

The waves are too big

Is it self destruction

Or being a victim of circumstance?

What does it matter?

I’ll soon be sank

Food for the fishes

Lying on the sea bed

In my watery grave

Yay, perhaps better off when dead

I surrender to the tide

Can’t fight this anymore

Been treading water for way too long

Now tired drown I for sure

So long my friends

And lovers past

Au revoir family

Guess I wasn’t built to last

I’d say it’s been a hoot

But right now I feel defeat

Maybe on the day of reckoning

I’ll see it differently

Until then I shall close my eyes

Inhale the salt water in

Praying that I rest in peace

When in my liquid coffin.

Flower Power

It’s Poppy Day

We commemorate the bloodshed 

Tides of crimson petals 

A nod to the many dead

100 years

Since the First World War

And what have we learnt?

What was it all for?

For we did it all again
In 1939

And I see no glory in either 

Just a massive waste of life 

War is not the answer

I believe in peace

Sending innocent people off to die

Should be a crime I feel

How can murder

be justified?

And on such an enormous scale?

Where is the honour in that?

For me words almost fail

If we refuse to be used in this way

Refuse to pick up arms 

Who would fight the politician’s wars?

Who would come to harm?

Surely if we stand together

The many would outnumber the few

We shouldn’t be made to fight

If we don’t want to

My heart goes out to the fallen

And, yes, we should remember their names

For they paid the ultimate price

For being lured into someone else’s sick game

But I will not wear a poppy

The symbol of a bullet wound

I do not wish to appear as if shot 

Blood gushing as I meet my doom

I cannot abide violence

In any shape or form

So I choose not to wear this flower on this day

Or a hypocrite I’d become.