Over to you!
Lin
xx

August is here what can I say
Only that time seems to go astray
Does not seem so long ago
Youthful life was a go slow

Now I realise how precious time is
Not a rehearsal so go and live
Your life to the full
And enjoy every day
Because you never know what's coming your way

This is the hand that we have been dealt
Parkinson's has been our awful fate
One day a cure I truly hope
Knowing for us it's all to late

I will embrace everyday that I awake
And cherish my time and never forsake
The loved ones in my life I hold so close
Just getting on with MY life and making the most
Regrets,yes but they will simply fade.
As memories I know will of been made.

PB X

Never say die that is the phrase,
I think those words often - nowadays!
I am proud of myself – to be sitting right here,
It takes me some time to get into my gear.
I know I ain’t pretty, still in nightie at eight,
But I’ve had a good wash, body odour I hate!
My perfume sprayed on, I smell like a rose,
So I should not offend anyone’s delicate nose!
Done all by myself though it took me so long,
Mike is still snoring as if nothing is wrong.
Bless him to bits, he has a hard life,
He has to put up with me for a wife!
Good morning to Yorkshire, it's our special day,
So here I am ready, what do you have to say?
Welcome to August from Posh Bird and me,
Who Is the one to become number three?

Lin
xx

on the metal fence
a small dull bird
gestured rudely
with his tail

incensed, another
bounced along the rail
a dull but randy
ball of fluff

but i was wrong
these were the hens
for in between appeared
a living jewel

no lazuli
nor saphire
spanish sky or
carib sea

can stand
comparison to:
the ice-fire
cobalt fairy wren

Nice ones, all. Welcome to August.

August is with us now,
A venerable month it's true,
Named after the emperor,
Our strength it must renew.
Our weakness is subdued
As we march on in with pride,
Victory is for all to see
As forward some do ride.
No obstacle is too great
To overcome this time,
When we all band together
And fight this thing in rhyme.

THE MAN IN THE BUS

Who was that man, the man in the bus
He could be my dad, it came in a rush
The recognition
That he had children, a wife
Another life,
Not just driving a bus.

I'd been combing the streets all through town,
Searching for answers, looking all round
To discover the embodiment
Of the voices
Pursuing me
Goading me relentlessly.

The traffic continued to flow on by,
Horns peeped, sirens wailed,
But why
Why was I here
Chasing my tail
Only to fail.

Who was that man, the man in the bus,
Who silenced the voices, temporarily of course,
And forced me to stop
To stop in my track.
To see what was real-
Not go under the wheel.

How can it be that it's August again
Perhaps someone could possibly explain
What happened to the intervening year
For to me it is certainly not clear

We have all had our up times and our downs
Many a smile and many a frown
Let's hope that next August we will retain
Our hope, our humour and emerge still sane

With thanks to all for your support
This little corner gives me pause for thought
It can be silly, obscure or quite clear
But always here for a listening ear

the winter grass was dead
but still too long
and so the mower was
awakened from its
hibernation

but hidden in the growth
poor arnold lay
still chilled and slow
before the sun had
warmed his frozen blood

the mower made its swathe
through gentle grass
until we crunched a twig or peg
but no, an awful sight
a reptile still as stone

was it a snake? alas
it was dear arnold
not half the man he was
undone, unzipped
a gross mistake

his black eye stared
accusing, deep as hell
'why did you come here'
it seemed to say, 'before the
metal before the fire

we ruled this land of sun and frost
where giant wombats
thundered oer the plain'
'well hard luck mate
its our place now.'

'but for how long'
the black eye asked again
'for I have seen
the ebb and tide of fate
and one day you'll be gone

'but you've gone first'
and into the green wheeliebin
he slipped to be recycled
as a rose or cauliflower
the ultimate disgrace

GOOD NEIGHBOURS

Blessed am I to have such good neighbours
Who live next door at number 21
Looking out for me they really care
Retired folk with plenty of time to spare
I never have to worry about my lawn
As it always looks so neat
Cut regular, by my neighbour Pete

Pete always puts my bin out
Each week early on Wednesday morn
He carefully puts the bins all in a line
As he sits by the window, watching the time
Dustcart arrives right on the dot
And out Pete comes like a shot
Has a chat with the men, to pass the time
Then wheels the bins back starting with mine

A brilliant neighbour who fixed my fence
One of the few left, a true Gent
So any jobs that you need to be done
Just ask Pete my neighbour, from Number 21


PB X

PB please send Pete
Upon the next ferry
He'll get a welcome greet
When he arrives in Mayo