Sunday 29 April 2018

To Spend A Day


To spend a day,
a day that’s real
without the need
where I can feel
no want, no greed.

Without the greed
there will be time
to breathe the air
with scents of thyme,
and time to share.

With time to share
I’ll hold your hand
we’ll touch the sky
and make a stand,
to love, then sigh.

To spend a day
to love and sigh
the only need,
just you and I,
no want, no greed.

Julian Clarke © April 2018


Tuesday 17 April 2018

The last laugh

I wonder, do we all get to a stage in life when the vocabulary of the self obsessed younger generation begins to sound ridiculous, as the lack of our comprehension and intolerance of this over empowered breed increases with our ageing days: or is it just me? 

For example: "I was like" is now used as part of their sentence construction and is, just so like out of context: the rant continues.

I was like, so angry. 
No, no, no, you were either angry or you were not angry.

Can I get a glass of wine? 
No, you can not get it, the bar tender is there to serve you.

OMG, I was so but, yeah.
What the bloody hell is that one about?


The Last Laugh

Reading a book in a trendy café
Hand wrapped around a steaming latte;
Mochas, Cappuccinos, whatever next,
Those trendy drinks can make me so vexed.

Huddled at a table some youngsters sat,
And then she said, how cool is that,
Oh my god, is that the latest smart phone
It’s so like, can I get one of my own.

To me, it often makes no sense at all,
English is becoming quite farcical,
I try to keep up with the latest fads,
When did I turn into my dear old dad?

I may be old but I can hold in a fart
And when I can’t, I’ll have the last laugh.

Julian Clarke © 2018

Sunday 8 April 2018

Dusk and Daylight

If I were a post, iron straight and upright,
If I were a post would you be my lamp?
You’d be my guide and light up the night
I would be your genie, your shining champ’.

If I were paper, a fine piece of parchment,
If I were parchment would you be my quill?
You’d write of love with a nib dipped in scent
I‘d be your wax seal of my own free will.

If I were a question, one question for you,
If I were your day, would you be my night?
You would ask me why I ask this of you. I’d
Reply, twice we’d meet, at dusk and daylight.

© Julian Clarke 2018

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