They say I’ll get my body back
If I go to the gym
I’ll build up body muscle
And I’ll be looking oh so slim
I’ll have a great big six pack
The ladies will go mad
If only I’d get out of bed
I could end up muscle clad
Jpoet7
Mid morning madness
I awoke this morning,morning it’s 2 A .M. Wham ,bam ,slam ,this is who I am. Words swill within my brain Like a runaway train. Am I insane ? I think not. Can I unravel as I travel ? ,as I sit here wide awake fearing that I may wake my wife and hear ” for goodness sake “. How can she understand. There’s nothing wrong, it wasn’t planned , nothing concrete springs to mind, no poem or major novel do I find, maybe I Am going out of my mind. I will return to sleep of a kind, and wake refreshed in the morning.
Jpoet7
Thirsty thoughts
- I drink a glass of fresh morning air
- And wish in my heart That I was there
- And quench the thirst that lingers.
- I feel the black and frothy stout
- Inching down my now parched throat
- Right down to my fingers.
- Then ready for another mile
- I walk along in single file
- With silly thoughts and a silly smile
- Jpoet7
My wife
A good wife is hard to find
I am lucky I’ve found mine
Her eyes light up every day
Her heart is good in every way
Her smile and laughter her giddy ways
Just blow my blues out far away
Her inner kindness just warms my heart
I miss her greatly when we’re apart
The shoe shop
- I sat there with a frown
- She picked yet another pair
- I looked on with disdain
- I knew it wasn’t fair
- I think she has too many
- But then who am I to say
- No matter what I utter
- She’ll always get her way
- Jpoet7
Lonliness
Lonliness 
The feral pigeons fly overhead
Searching out for crumbs of bread
Old People sit in the park below
In heat and cold and rain and snow.
Others curse the vermin birds
And shout at them with cruel words
Why can’t they just understand
That for the poor and not so grande
They are just a lifeline that is close at hand
Jpoet7
A Morning Stroll ( to whom if any it may concern )
This morning my walk took me up the quays left across the Liffey and into old Dublin. I walked up Thomas street past alpha bargains ( a name familiar from my youth)and a host of small stores, not a sign of a department store, tea rooms and the pubs open for coffee. I stepped into St. Catherines, a cup of tea and a short talk on the Liberties. Then as you do, into Adam and Eve’s for a short prayer. As I walked on through the narrow streets it’s terrible to say that I wasn’t at all surprised when On the corner I came upon two males shooting up in broad daylight, it is residential area where children play outside. I understand that addiction is a sickness but there are limits to what the residents should have to put up with. I walked back down past the architecturally new civic buildings which now sit I think nicely into the Christ church area. Back across the bridge and into the Four Courts area which was now alive with solicitors and barristers laden down with case files ready for another profitable day in court. I’m glad now that I ventured out and looked forward to tomorrow.
Hidden Gems
I just stepped out from the car
My lungs filled up with air
I just knew within my heart
I was meant to be right there
The sunlight on the headland
The cattle all out grazing
The goats and sheep o’er in the hills
It was utterly amazing
That evening I strolled along Keel beach
Cool waters lapping ’round my ankles
In the distance seabirds could be heard
For such memories to be thankful
My time spent out in the west
Too short but to be savoured
From Westport out to Achill
A touch of heaven just a flavour
A morning stroll
Sun glinting on the landscape
Cool breezes split the air
Seagulls swaying overhead
I wander, without care.
Some People pass by silently
With their minds on other things
And the traffic in the distance
What a different tune it sings.
I walk along reflectively
These lyrics come to mind
My heart beats all that faster
Another maze of words defined
NEW BEGINNINGS
She remembers her wedding day well,everybody told her how beautiful she had looked and how lucky she was to be marrying such a fine specimen of a man. She was so happy back then.They had moved into a bungalow on a quiet street, John ,her husband was well respected by his friends and peers. They had gone out together socially in the first year, and although he drank a little too much at times she could handle his mood swings. That was until the first child arrived, she had found it hard to cope and got depressed. John had started going to the pub alone, staying out longer, he didn’t seem to understand . Things got tense between them. He started to get angry, and then he hit her , for the first time, he apologised of course, they made love , he went to work and all looked good…
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