Oy Vey!

Been and gone and done it today.

And freaking ever so slightly, if I may.

Maybe more than a bit. Well, hey

Flying by the seat of my pants. A chancer, some say.

The brave, the bold and the helluva cheeky.

Taking a chance anyway.

What the feck! What the hell, eh?

Might mean I have to shut up a bit here in some days.

Sorry, what was that? How very dare you! I say.

And it’s not even gonna be poetry, Oy Vey!

 

Neither was this right enough…

Might sicken your happiness though and just come on to bug you now and again. 🙂

 

Is it possible to shit a brick? Just wonderin’, as is my way.

 

 

Remember

I cannot look

At photographs

That haunt or chill

My thoughts.

Seeing pictures,

Reading words

Hurt too much,

And so they ought.

 

Depicting something

Lost but loved,

Someone,

Who had to part,

Who held me in

A soft embrace,

Tender tended

To my heart.

 

Dead to life,

To earthly plain,

Another’s grief, a

Punished pain.

Remembrance all

In mindful mourning.

November looms,

The day is dawning.