You Handsome Dog

Handsome was the type of man who when entering a room turned heads

He was aware of this fact and his life was a series of failed relationships

He would date beautiful women and expect them to admire him

 

You was a church warden and was very happy in his calling

He felt loved by God

And was radiant in his behaviour

He cared for women greatly

But had no time to experience relationships

 

Dog was a vicars daughter

Her real name was Julie

But she had become accustomed to her cruel name

Although a beautiful person physically she was unattractive

 

She admitted Handsome from afar

But knew that he was repulsed

When he looked at her

 

For all the time he spent with beautiful women

Handsome was aware that his looks would fade

And then he would look for a life-partner

Who was not beautiful

 

At the age of forty-nine You proposed to Dog

During an outing with the choir

She accepted his proposal on the spot

It was the happiest day of her life

 

The following year she wrote a book

It was called

 

SNATCH FICTION

Every Tuesday I retire to my sister’s house for lunch

This is strictly a fiction as I do not have a sister

Pray for me

 

Post-Modern

I live in a Post-Modern house

And keep a Post-Modern cat

I have a Post-Modern wife

And three Post-Modern children

Who attend a Post-Modern school

I am a Post-Modern man

Coffee

As she rose from her seat on the train Mercy stumbled forward

She was holding a carton of station coffee

The contents splashed violently forward in the direction of a man in a grey suit

Who was due to attend an important meeting in the city

Oh I am so sorry so very sorry

Said Mercy trying to suppress a smile

The man in the suit said nothing

Trevor was standing in the vestibule unaware of the incident

I spilt my coffee and it splashed a city gent

Did it piss him off?

No he said nothing

That as nice of him

Mercy handed the almost empty carton to Trevor

Be a darling and dispose of this will you

No I will go further than that

I will find the most destitute man in this town and present him with this carton and the remains of your coffee

That is a rather cruel thing to consider

It is my greatest gift for I am The Polish Jesus Christ

Said Trevor as he adopted a mock crucifixion pose

 

Silent Poems (Winter)

 

Travelling in Paradise

In Paradise accept the winter fields

And admire the seasonal grasses

We should all caress the blind black birds

 

The Butterfly Sun  

The Butterfly Sun hangs low today

In the distance the dusk clouds are gathering

It will be dark within this hour

 

Frozen in Amber

I am digging a hole within a hole

And documenting the dream lives of angels