Little Red Riding Hood

There’s a pack of wolves

At my door

Baying dogs

Salivating and sore

Hungry for blood

Tracking my scent

Waiting to pounce

If I should relent

Circling scavengers

Starved and rabid

Set upon me

Because I was too placid

Like Little Red Riding Hood

I decided to walk

Through the woods

But didn’t want to talk

They viewed my silence

As a passive attack

But maybe I’m different

And don’t like to hit back

I simply showed restraint

Cut my losses

Didn’t get embroiled

In sniping and gossip

Headed for the hills

To a more tranquil place

To tend to my wounds

With compassion and grace

It was still a free country

Last time I checked

I am free to fraternise

With whomever I select

Free to roam

Wherever I please

And spend my time

Fulfilling my own needs

I don’t ‘belong’

To anyone

I am my own person

And my will is strong

I won’t be dictated to

Used as a prop

And I am not afraid

Of baying dogs.

Radio Gaga

Gratitude costs nothing

Appreciation doesn’t either

But you were given something

Free and showed me neither

I don’t know you at all

Nor do I wish to now

I just know that I feel robbed

Energetically cheated somehow

You shouldn’t have behaved

In such an inappropriate way

When someone showed you kindness

And with your attitude, ruined my day

If I could wind back the clock

I’d have done this differently

But I guess we live and learn

Next time will I wiser be

Seems if something doesn’t have a price

It’s deemed worthless I’m sad to say

What a sorry state of affairs

What a complete and utter dismay

Should we all be mercenary?

Out to make a profit?

You were so tight you didn’t even smile!

Let alone reach into your pocket

Well, shame on you!

I hope you’re happy

I treasured that radio

Maybe it’ll make you less snappy

Maybe the music it plays

Will iron your creases out

Raise your dreary vibrations

It did me so I have no doubt

That if you listen to it

Loud enough

It’ll make you dance

And hopefully cheer you up

So that perhaps one day

You’ll find it in your heart

To pass on the sentiment

And not be such a miserable fart!

Wednesday 13th

Wednesday 13th

What a cracking day I’ve had
Shouldn’t have got out of bed
The world’s gone bloody mad
And I’ve a jinx upon my head

First my car gets doubled ended
When I left it with the valet
Because the prat failed to put on the handbrake
To my utter flabbergastion and dismay

And then a drunken skunk
Went right up its poor arse
Sending it hurtling down the hill
Into a post and another car

Almost marmalising
An unsuspecting girl
Simply doing her job –
Welcome to Rachel’s world!

And if that wasn’t bad enough
Things didn’t much improve
When upon buying a bottle of coke
There was another terrifying interlude

When a robber tried to blatantly steal
A pack of Oreo’s and some water
From my local Co-Op garage
And royally got himself slaughtered

By the beady-eyed security guard
Who almost put him in a casket
For he caught him red-handed and was hard
Whacking him with a plastic shopping basket

Biscuits went flying through the air
Suddenly it was raining crumbs
Shattered plastic went everywhere
As I got stuck in the middle of the scrum

Traumatised, I legged it home
You just couldn’t make it up
Shaken but not stirred was I
Some might say I’ve got terrible luck

But every cloud has a silver lining
And though I can’t see it I know it’s there
My nerves may be shot to bits
But quite frankly I don’t really care

Because I’m not liable for my motor
The CCTV has seen to that
Fortunately no one died
In spite of this frightening mishap

And as for the hapless thief
I’m sure his head is literally banging
For he too didn’t get to escape
By the short and curlies is he now hanging

So eventful as this day was
I didn’t actually come to any harm
It sure as hell wasn’t boring
And it certainly passed the time!

The Beast Within

Trying to tame

The beast within

When resentment and anger

Surface again

Trying to tame

My acid tongue

When emotions boil over

And the red mist comes

Trying to sit with it

Not spew and vent

Processing so much

Afterwards feeling spent

Wrestling with the urge

To pull the trigger

Unleashing destruction

Entreating something bigger

To intervene

And take the sting away

So that I don’t just let rip

And come to regret this day

To pour soothing balm

Over what’s spitting inside

So that I may conduct myself

With dignity and pride

Refraining from unleashing

An atomic bomb

Like the old me most certainly

Would have done

Tying myself in knots

Trying to transmute

Rage into compassion

Not recklessly put in the boot

Until finally inspiration

Somehow filters through

Calming the waters

And my fever too

And thus fell they into place

This little collection of words

And my gun was instantly disarmed

And nobody did get hurt.