Night Lights

For Jo & Glen

Shades,
I need,
This short-lifted
Mission:
Escape from
Winter’s
Cold derision:

Flickered
Flight-lights,
In darkened sky,
Remind me that,
We’re not designed
To fly.

Glen and Jo,
Perfection,
As all those coupled,
Ensure my landing
Is flat,
Untroubled.

Taxi, terminal-ease,
Through Ashdown Forest,
We return to Uckfield,
Sun-loved,
Refurnished.

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Jeremy Hunt, No Cockney Implied

I don’t think I’ve penned
Verse,
’bout Jeremy Hunt,

Possibly,
It would be,
Couplet-affront:

Offending word-use,
Rhyming a poem,

I can hear the rune,
‘Hunt’, then going..

The distaste such doggerel
Could inflict on your ears:

Perhaps our doctors
Can suture my fears:

Stitch the Hunt tight,
Allow nothing to pass,

Then he will truly
Talk out of his arse.

Sleep, Removed

I can stand all night
At my hip-high desk
Tapping this keyboard
Facebook requests
Whilst my family slumbers
Under duvet-sleep
And I will wonder
Why sleep is a treat

This disease removes
My covered requests
To bury my dreams
In the double-bed rest
Settled, sleep, chase
If I could, I would,
Forgive me my wife
For sleep removed.

Music:

Severin (Severin) / CC BY-NC 3.0

Saturday Shopping

Saturday-shopping
I dreaded when young,
Dragged, another lashing
Off mother’s tongue!

Then into my teens,
And shopping alone,
Woking by bus,
Woolies, Smiths,
(slow route home).

I always bought enough
Note books to be,
Responsible for one
Rain forest tree.

Back then, in web-less
Nineteen eighty-five,
The Amazon, green,
Was hugely alive:

But ‘Amazon’ now
Is a rack of shelves:
Redundancy due
for Santa’s elves.

A Black Friday,
discounted, marathon;
Queue up now,
Cheaper trees @Amazon.