sprawlin’ on Sunday mornin’

she’s still mostly sleep
when she feels him pull away
tightens her grip on his waist
to force him to stay

the double bed shifts
his feet hit the floor
there’s a soft snick
as he closes the bedroom door

she hugs his pillow
inhales that familiar smell
listens to the winter wind
& the sound of the first church bell

stubborn rays of sun
through closed curtains start to creep
but she’s determined
to go back to sleep

the tempting smell of coffee
wafts through the halls
she squeezes her eyes shut
& sleepily sprawls

there’s nothing she has to
do today
so she lets the next dream
pull her away

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happy

she watches the sunrise
through curtains of lace
eager for the new day
reassured of God’s grace

her jeans & t-shirts
hang on the washin’ line
doin’ their dance
in hot August sunshine

though she’s scared
of the beasties that crawl in the dirt
gardenin’ helps her heal
it soothes every hurt

unlocking the red door
each day when she returns home
lovin’ the sound of silence
that comes from bein’ alone

fresh sheets on a new mattress
a waiter smilin’ & snappy
she realizes life is short:
she’s gonna spend hers bein’ happy

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somethin’ to smile about

morning sunshine
clematis on the vine
coffee steamin’ hot
spaghetti in a pot

fish swimmin’ in their tank
a walk along the river bank
ironin’ my partner’s shirt
plungin’ my hands deep into dirt

freshly done hair
friends who show they care
knowin’ what comes next
an unexpected text

the poem that takes shape
the spider that didn’t escape
the shoes that went on sale
letters from home in the mail

Saturday mornin’ & Planet Rock
finally findin’ that missin’ sock
a bra that fits just right
Scotland’s luminescent light

in the car – away we go
Bowie on the radio
Sunday evenin’ glass of wine
your hand, always holding mine

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winter valentine

on cold nights
as in darkness they lay
before sleep arrives
snuggled together, they play

he teases her
for wanting the bed covers neat
as she jokes about the coldness
of his too-big feet

she cracks on his boxer shorts
with their pattern of gray plaid
he wonders how such a tiny thing
could let loose farts that smell so bad

each night soft giggles mingle
with her sleepy sighs
& sometimes he makes her laugh
til tears stream from her eyes

wind howling outside
sleet slapping the window pane
she curls against her lover
before she boards the night train

in the winter sky outdoors
a full moon shines high above
indoors, in bed, they cuddle
secure in each other’s love

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the tale of the little angel

there was once a little angel
who had a broken wing
sad because she could no longer fly,
she decided she’d no longer sing

so she left her heavenly home
waved farewell to the celestial choir
& wished herself down to earth,
to see if a new talent she could acquire

soon the angel found herself
on earth’s solid ground
where she wandered, open-mouthed
at all the chaos that she found

the people in the north
disliked the folks who lived east
they were denying their poorer brethren
a share in their Christmas feast

while the people of the west
scorned all those dwelling in the south
there was hatred & incivility
spewing from everybody’s mouth

& the angel was aggrieved
for God had created man for bliss
now it seemed as if all mankind,
in their greed, had forgotten this

they were worshipping money:
dollars, pounds & pence
people selling their souls for money
to the angel this made no sense

men & women in thrall to things
& the thrill of their acquisitions
wanting bigger, better, more
losing their once happy dispositions

rapes & murders & child abuse
destruction of the land
lines at food banks & homeless shelters
the poor angel didn’t understand

she’d come from a perfect place
where life was heavenly
surely this disorder
was never meant to be

so she cried unto her God,
“My Father, I feel so blue,
I’m one tiny angel whose wing is broken,
what would you have me do?”

& God smiled down on the angel
before he replied
gently asking her,
“Did you forget how my Son died?

greatness I bestowed on you –
I blessed you with the gift of song
but you bemoan your broken wing,
you chose to forget that you are strong

mankind is flawed, but you can help them
& it’s such a simple thing
unlock that power behind your jaws, child:
I bid you open your mouth & sing”

the angel realised that her silence
had been a major blunder
as closing her eyes & opening her mouth
she sang a song more powerful than thunder

a song of redemption & forgiveness
the joys of heaven above
soothing words that offered hope,
& a reminder of God’s eternal love

as she sang her strength returned
peace suffused her soul
& the little angel’s broken wing
was again made whole

so she flew back home to God
& her beloved celestial choir
there to sing endlessly
hitting notes that were ever higher

but what happened down on earth?
well, the hostility did cease
& for the first time in a long time,
all God’s children knew His peace

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welcome home

single she is, no one’s wife,
happy with her solitary life

the rows of DVDs on shelves
old ceramic Christmas elves
memories of love displayed on tables & walls
a bed piled high with animals & dolls
fish swimming in their colourful tank
nestled by books in alphabetical rank

remotes on the coffee table in a military line
dust-free surfaces glowing in winter sunshine
window sills crammed with welcoming plants
wardrobes that house shoes, sweaters, pants
her favourite rooms have been freshly painted
& nothing in this space by hatred is tainted

middle-aged she is, no longer svelte
just handlin’ life, no matter what cards she’s dealt

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it comes with age

long ago,
when everything was new & fun
she thought of herself as the chosen one
brains
beauty
people to love
a plethora of blessings raining down from above

life intruded
like Job, times got tough
she began to doubt if she was smart enough
lies
hatred
infidelity
a landscape altered by jealousy

was the mirror dirty?
mere soap scum & grime?
eye bags
wrinkles
jowls
what looked like a liver spot
no longer would she be branded “hot”

but it’s cool
she’s reached a perfect plateau
she’s mastered goin’ with the flow
her beauty may have faded
but her brain is still there
reminding her daily of all those who care

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God’s children

we may have different colored skins
but we all commit the same tired sins
our differences can provoke a violent reaction
yet sometimes there is calm interaction

our hopes & dreams are largely the same
but when things go wrong it’s each other we blame
& though we may belong to different nations
we have the same trials & tribulations

we’re all God’s children
though we may sing a different song
we’re all God’s children
we should learn to get along

we all have families, we all work
we all have little things that drive us berserk
we all have things we’re frightened of
we all have people that we love

so it shouldn’t matter what language we speak
or be a competition between the strong & the weak
no man is an island made of granite
we gotta learn to peacefully share this planet

cause we’re all we’re all God’s children
though we may sing a different song
we’re all God’s children
it’s time for us to get along

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neutral territory

been in one battle o’ anothuh
fo’ mos’ o’ mah adult life
an’ Jesus knows I’se tired
o’ all dis bullshit strife

dunno why some folks get happy
from spewin’ bile ‘n blight
but ah cain’t get down with dat –
all ah wanna do is write

everyone has dey problems
dey got hopes ‘n dreams ‘n fears
we all got dat in common
no need ta cause each other tears

mebbe ah’m too idealistic
thinkin’ we all had a future bright
ah kin only speak fo’ me –
‘n all ah wanna do is write

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Aphrodite’s child revisited

thoughts both beautiful & obscure
a heart as dark as it is pure
the sum of everything she’s sown
is Aphrodite’s child full-grown

lost lovers like so much debris
the strong gnarled arms of her family tree
the reflection of tiny lines on her face
as she grows old in another place

without & within the doors are open
a little wiser & well used to copin’
at childhood’s demise she will not mope
yet loves & writes with childlike hope

she works / she cleans / she cooks / she eats
then dreams at night on crisp linen sheets
unspoken wishes in a brain that’s yearning
dark desires that keep her stomach churning

a woman alone without a womb
at peace in Eden’s grey & green room
where angels look down from the walls
& memory dwells in hallowed halls

she lives with the voices of the ages
& with the Magi regularly engages
no matter that her arteries harden
there is joy amongst the words in her garden

what care she for the grey in her hair –
she, who’s endured the black dog’s glare?
she’s happy with the witch doctor’s pills
& the damp embrace of the Scottish hills

there’s no fear in the mistakes she accepts
just anger & grief & ashen regrets
yet she will fight a wee bit longer
& every battle will make her stronger

rejecting the role, rejoicing in the place
her duelling done with style & grace
demons & tricksters & stealers of hearts
felled at her feet with poison-pen darts

no matter that her waist grows thick
her breasts remain firm & her mind is quick
immune to anybody’s taunts
serenely meeting her needs & wants

barely free, torn between two homes
inside her head she endlessly roams
divided mind with heart still wild
is aging Aphrodite’s child

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