Saturday, 15 December 2018

Night and Day

The dripping faucet
counts the night
drop after drop
of acid blight
to wash
the pain
drip drip dripping
mocking refrain


Monday, 3 December 2018


If that is what love is
I'll have none

The slide-glide glance
The snivelly beggary
For a second chance

The dark nights alone
Cradling and comforting
Wishing for a heart of stone

If that is what love is
Then I'll have none.

Second-guessing his pleasure
Groveling for approval
Thinking each thin smile a treasure

Not to boast, but I think
I'd rather stay home
Read a book
Watch a chick flick
Write a story,
Paint a smear
Of laughter on canvas

I think I might skip the wine
Though, or darkling midnight
Might find me lost
And weeping,
French-kissing a ghost.


Friday, 31 August 2018

They Feared Lions And Tigers And Bears But The Big Bad Monster Lived Downstairs.

Once upon a time, a happy child lived in a shiny tower by the sea.

Outside was a dark forest full of lions and tigers and bears,

But in the tower there was no fear, and no danger and no pain.

The child lived with her Mommy and Daddy in the top floor of the tower,

And downstairs near the garden lived her Grandpa and her Grandma.

Her Mommy had a new baby, and her Daddy worked day and night

So the child wandered from room to room and took down magic books from the shelves and learned the secret of words.

You must not think she was lonely, because her Grandpa loved her very much.

He’d sit her on his lap and tell her how pretty she was, and how much she was loved.

And tell her wonderful stories

One day a strange and terrible thing happened.

Underneath her Grandpa’s face a Monster appeared and opened its jaws.

 And the Monster said: "Little girl let me touch you."

But the child knew a secret word from the magic books and she said “NO”

And the Monster screamed with rage but he could not touch her

That night she did not sleep, afraid of the Monster

But the next day, when she came down to the garden, the Monster was gone

And her Grandpa was just as nice as he was before.

“I have banished the Monster with the magic," she thought, "or it was never there.”

 For a long time all was well, then the Monster-Grandpa said again: “Little girl let me touch you”

And again she said “NO”, and it could not reach past her power.

From then on, she never knew who’d be waiting in the garden:

Her nice Grandpa telling stories or the Monster with the poison words.

One day she said to the Monster: “Begone, or I shall tell the world you are a Monster who made a nest inside my lovely Grandpa"

But the Monster laughed and said: “No one will ever believe you, because they don't want to."

So she told her Mommy and her Mommy pretended not to understand.

And she told her Grandma, but her Grandma looked away.

So she told the Wizard who taught magic words...

And the Knight in shining armor...

And the Lady who made get-well potions...

And they listened, and they heard her.

So the Knight and the Wizard and the Lady took the Grandpa away so they could take out the Monster.

And the child knew that when a Monster makes a nest inside the heart of someone who should be your friend you must shout "NO!"

And if someone - ANYONE - tells you not to tell, you MUST tell!

And tell, and tell and tell...Until someone believes you, because silence makes Monsters stronger.

But true words makes them go away forever, and set the children free.

Wednesday, 23 May 2018

Missing my dearest friend

ME: Did u know according to the stories once a gentile woman came to him begging a miracle for her children and he said "I am the feast set by the Lord for his Chosen People, I am not come for you, or yours." and the woman said to him " Rabbi, even dogs scrabble for scraps under the richest table"

IVAN: True

ME: He healed the children

IVAN; I am not surprised they killed him exclusivity is always precious to the pious

ME: Me neither and yu know they still behave the same now

IVAN: yes always. the enlightened are seldom welcomed. Yu must write ok

ME: what?

IVAN: write, always write. Just write

ME: yes

IVAN: Good

ME: but it hurts

IVAN: Its a gift, supposed to hurt

Me: ok. What u having for breakfast?

IVAN; im thinking now maybe kippers

ME: cool

Saturday, 17 March 2018


You just came in
Smelling of gin
Reeking of sin
Shirt half tucked in
And from that grin
That stumbling walk
I know where you've been

Do you remember when we met?
Your heart was soured by regret
I thought my love would make you forget,
You haven't yet.

I was the clown
Who vowed
To turn that frown
Upside down,
Believing your love
Was a treasure
You'd trade for pleasure

I thought you'd be grateful
Or at the least faithful
I thought my love would make you forget,
You haven't yet.

Why can't I be
The one you need
Why can't you love me instead

I just keep waiting
For you to want me, to my regret,
You haven't yet.


Sunday, 18 February 2018


Would it matter if I lied
And told you
I've said goodbye
To a hundred men before?

Would it matter if I cried
Whispered promises,
And gave myself
To you once more?

Would it matter if I sighed
Every time you passed me by?
Would it matter to you at all?

It's over you said
On that sour bed
Rumpled sheets,
Where my heart bled

It's over you said
And cast me aside,
Trampled my pride
And left me for dead.

Would it matter if I did
All the wrong things:
Ran to your wife,
Ruined your life?

Would it make you return
Would it change your mind
Would it make you mine?


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