Lunch

It is my Mother’s birthday – this is written to thank her for me being here and enjoying life – Happy Birthday Mum!  with love, Andy xox

I looked across at Rodney’s lunch –
Cream Bun, all sweet and sugary,
A dusting of white sugar powder.
I licked my lips –
I’d love a bight of that.

In my lap, there sat a box;
Fresh, bright red Tupperware.
Inside, a package of neatly folded
Brown paper waited.
The sauce from the crust-free baked bean sandwich held within
couldn’t escape the careful,
Double wrap, which protected my
Two Iced Vovo biscuits from
Serious sauce contamination.
I love all of my lunch.

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Your eyes

Your lips

Your décolletage

 

They see – me

They say things – to me

It is revealed – for me

 

They know

They arouse

They heave

 

My heart

My love

My life

Me ‘n’ Jools

Tanka (autumn)

 

silver moonlight slants

bathing autumns fallen leaves

sleepless feet wander

through memories of summer

the vixen wears a new coat

Haiku (the cardinal)

Springtime visitor

fragrant blossoms stand

the cardinal sips nectar

spring’s sermon begins

Never rush a chocolate milkshake

Her heart was a double chocolate,

Two scoops of ice cream,

Extra malt milkshake.

I leapt right in

And gulped it down –

My chest, cold cramped in pain.

Ice-cream freeze burned

the passion networks in my brain.

I’ll say this again –

Never rush a chocolate milkshake.

That Morning Song

You know ‘that song’, it’s in your head when you wake up?  You start singing it in the shower, and you wonder where it came from.  You haven’t heard it in years and suddenly you are smiling – this poem is about ‘that song’ 🙂

It came in true sunrise colour,

flavouring the start of my day

like a rich tempura batter.

Transporting me to a time far away.

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This was always our song, back

when air-conditioned meant

you let the window down a crack, and

our love was velvet wrapped cement.

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The words weren’t deep it’s true

Just, boom sha la la la la la la

But the tune just drove away the blue

And made me skip in time la la la la.

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So on my way to work this day

A smile as wide as sunrise, is

Upon my face and will not go away.

‘Cos that’s what music does –

It makes life fizz.

Haiku (unfaithful)

springs’ warm light reveals

cold indiscretions, laid bare –

waxing fireside love