2011

So 2012 has a few days left...

So what's happened this year?

Well I fell in and out of love, struggled against my varying illnesses / drugs programs, spent 5 days in hospital again! My greatest friend had his civil ceremony which I missed because of being in hospital. Wrote a poem for it which went down well, but what did I achieve?

I don't know!

All I would like to do is spread love, peace and happiness and share it with someone...

Gained some new friends, especially my best mate, james' new partner JC who's a lovely guy.
And talking to a new friend, Justin, a funny likeable guy who shares a common thread that I shall not mention hehe ;)

Hopes for 2012? Love love love! Actually I've learnt that going for big goals doesn't work because they're too un achievable, so it's best to set those little goals that you can get to relatively easily. My first goal is to finally rid myself of the morphine I've been taking for way over a year. I'm already half way through that so it will happen in 2012. I shall handle other things as they come.

Things I regret in 2011?

Not getting to know someone I really liked / like properly.
Trying to take my own life by over injecting insulin.
Self harming and the constant battle with it.
Having to miss James and JC's Civil Partnership Ceremony because of another bout of pneumonia...

Let's hope 2012 turns everything around for everyone!

Love & Peace to you all <3<3<3


• All poems written by J R A Gigney unless stated.

Greeting

Maligayang Pasko!
Nadolig Llawen!
Joyeux Noël!
メリークリスマス！
Buon Natale!
¡Feliz Navidad!
Glædelig jul!
God jul!
С Рождеством Христовым!
Merry Christmas!


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The Night is Silent

The night is silent,
No snow will fall.
And near a brazier,
No cat will call.

The tree is furnished,
The presents wrapped.
Children sleep fitfully,
Their parents relaxed.

And in the morning,
The silence breaks.
All presents given,
All food Mum makes.

The Christmas pudding,
And all before.
The Turkey Stuffing,
Anyone want more?

And then it's over,
And all goes quiet.
Now January sales,
Will create a riot!

For one day only,
We give and give.
Whilst all the year,
We strive to live.


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It Can Only Get Smaller From Here

Morphine Reduction Update
22nd December 2011

HALF WAY!!!!! YEAH!!! WHOOPEE!!! WOO-HOO!!!

Started taking 20mg morning and 30mg evening.

No trouble so far.

Shortest bulletin yet hehehe :D <3


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The Light Starts to Shine!

Morphine Reduction Update

6 December 2011

Gawd it's December already!

Well folks I'm down to 60mg as of today!

It's getting slightly easier. I've noticed a cycle. For the first few days me body protests loudly and I have weird dreams, but after that things calm down and relative stability sets in until the next drop.

I don't seem to be as paranoid as I was.

So all things going well. With any luck it'll get easier as I go lower. A few months ago I couldn't even imagine being without the drug, but now I can imagine taking the last one a single 10mg yellow pill at night. Lovely <3


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A Philosophical Moment(?)

Good memories are a wonderful thing.
They're as beautiful as butterflies,
Or the iridescent colours of a rainbow.

Good memories are a comfort.
They enclose and surround us,
Like a soft, fluffy jumper,
Or a blanket wrapped around us.

Good memories can set you free.
They allow you to live,
To move forward.
Save them and share them,
For they create your legacy...


• Thanks for the inspiration, Gabriella xxx
• Dedicated to all.
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Ooh! I've set a goal!

Morphine update

24 November 2011

After last weeks flippy floppy business alternating doses day by day I've decided to stick to the single dose method. So 70mg per day for the next two weeks.

Morphine is strange stuff. As my friend Ginks (a pseudonym) told me it creates the same symptoms coming off as when going on. The time release stuff has the effect of making you slightly paranoid, jittery etc. and when pain starts to get through the dosage then it means your body needs more because it's got too used to the dose.

So I'm 8 weeks or so in. Still up and down for the first few days after reduction, but still going. Getting off of this drug is my goal now and it's achievable!!! :-D

I'm finding pain I didn't know about but that's strangely reassuring after feeling virtually no pain at all!

Onwards to victory!


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I'm sure it's got me!

Morphine Reduction
Update 17 November 2011

Still feeling dizzy and confused. I feel like I'm losing the use of my left arm and leg.

Playing games to take my mind off the pain and confusion. Even the dizziness subsides a little when I concentrate on something like that.

Very tearful too.

My left arm is bloody painful... My left hand is losing grip all the time...

The ulcer on my left big toe is back with a vengeance, and I'm stuck I'm the Village of the Dead / Damned / Doomed!

Trying to stay positive but you can tell it's difficult!

♥ ♥ ♥



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Morphine ain't what ot used to be

Morphine Reduction
14 November 2011

Made a mistake with me meds.

I feel so confused at times. Feeling sick and tired.

I guess I'd better go with it.

Oh and the dreams... All nightmares, nasty, visceral, frightening...

Not a happy bunny :(


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Medical Bulletin of the Non-Royal type

Morphine Reduction
Update: 8 November 2011:

Ugh!

My body feels like its been pummelled by the worlds worse masseur...

So I've dropped another 10mg. Not been feeling to great anyway but the jitters came in about an hour after taking the lower dose... Luckily just when I was sitting in the GP surgery waiting for the doctor. So now I'm allowed to alternate dosage to give my body a happier time. So 70mg in total today, 80mg tomorrow and 70mg on Thursday again. This will go for two weeks then I guess that 70 mg / 60 mg will alternate for the next two.

But ugh!

Onwards and sideways at the moment lol

Love you all ♥



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Morphine Reduction - A feelings Diary

Morphine Reduction Update

27th October 2011

Aaaarrrrgggghhhh!

Yup my body is protesting like f@&£ (pardon my symbolic language) and I'm so damn jittery. I'm getting pain where I didn't know I could get pain and it's hard to get my muscles going at the moment. There's some dizziness too, and if anyone moans at me today they're likely to get their head bitten off (gggrrrooowwwl).

Oh yeah I feel like crying all the time too...

Why did they give me this bloody drug? I just wish I could dump all of the stuff I take and just be a relatively abnormal human with a weird sense of humour, a lot of love to give (that's always there whatever) and useful to people. Right now I feel useless and very alone. I'm stuck in this drug induced hell with nowhere to go but up or down and right now down looks good whilst up Is a steep climb... Better try going up then...


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The Oramorph Strikes Back

Lucy in the sky with diamonds,
Sitting on a rudder made of cheese.
Never ever ever looking backwards,
Cigarettes are making her a-wheeze.

Mary Mary quite contrary,
Was the lamb you ate called "Peas"?
Was that a fart that I detected,
Floating lightly up upon the breeze...?

Little Boy Blue have you got a horn,
On which to play your favourite jazz.
Have you been crying? Those are red eyes I see,
Or have you just been out on the razz?

Rock-A-Bye-Baby up in a tree,
Will all the blackbirds mind?
Or are they in pies and now not free,
Oh quiet baby do be kind!

• Poem updated by J R A Gigney 24 October 2011

Morphine Reduction Update, 24 October 2011

Trying not to sound like a Royal Bulletin here. Right the next drop of dose is nigh. Tomorrow (25 October) I drop to 80mg per day (40mg morning, 40mg evening). I'm apprehensive because this was as far as I got the last time I tried to do a reduction of dosage.

Well we shall see!


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Cat Food

Why is some cat food so horribly smelly?
This is the thing they don't say on the telly!
You open the pouch and the smell hits your nose.
I challenge you your stomach contents not to dispose...


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Morphine Reduction: Friday 14 October 2011

I'm stiff all over, bloody emotional and to make matters worse my dad ran over one of our cats' hind left leg/foot and he disappeared before I could catch him. I can't find him. I feel so down right now :(

Decided to keep people up to date just in case they have to go through this.

Didn't get much slerp the past two nights either and three piles of console games in their boxes fell on my legs two nights ago so I'm in a bit of pain. Well when I say bit I mean a lot, but no breaks, just aching. Surprisingly there's no bruising. Don't get that.

My left arm feels worse :(

Feel very jittery, very jittery...

I hope that by doing this I help someone...


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Morphine reduction plan

Morphine reduction plan: reduce morphine dose from 100mg per day to at least 10mg per day (or zero) by reducing the dose by 10mg every two weeks.

Starting dosage: 50mg twice a day (100mg total)

Current dose: 40mg morning, 50mg evening

Okay feeling a little strange, a bit jittery and a bit achey... My left shoulder is killing me, but that's a separate issue and I'm gonna get physio on that anyway. Also I'm gonna get physio on the ankle that locks at inappropriate times. I'm worried about what the reduction plan is gonna do to my mood, so apologies if I get a bit narky at times. Last time I tried this I went all stiff by the second reduction... I'm wondering whether a 3 week interval may be better, but I gotta go back to the docs every two weeks so I'll persevere.

Thought I'd better explain to everyone :) <3


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The James Challenge Poem

What you need in your life today,
Is mobile Internet all the way.
With mobile Internet it's win, win, win!
So get your iPhone,
Charge it up,
Then dive in!

Just touch and click on your chosen page,
If there's no 3G it takes an age.
If you're on wifi then so much the better.
Surf not in the rain you just get wetter!
Thousands of websites at a touch.
A quick in and out before it gets too much.

Your e-mail downloaded with a click.
Now slow it down before it gets too quick...
Info, trivia at your fingertips.
Just make sure your finger never slips.

And if you'd like something more stable,
Then use the laptop or MacBook on your table!

Do you really want a life always in touch?
Then put that mobile away before it gets much to much!



• challenge accepted!
• challenge completed!

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• written 8 October 2011 at 18:45

Forgive the one you love,
No matter their mistakes.
Trust them to make amends,
No matter what it takes.

Help the one you love,
To see that they get through.
Keep on loving them,
As they keep on loving you.
__________

Lifted on the wings of love,
I look into your eyes.
I see your pupils dilate,
And know you're on the wings of desire.
___________

Here we stand,
Here we fall,
Do we know,
What we are at all?
__________

Find him.
Meet him.
Hold him.
Love him.
Trust him.
__________

I trust you with my heart,
I trust you with my things.
I trust you with my life,
Our love is borne on wings.

I trust you to forgive,
I trust your pure heart.
I trust you ev'ry day,
Our love is like a dart.





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• Written: 8 October 2011.

To Two Special People...

Never change the way you are inside.
Learn by all means,
But don't let it change the essential you.
Your nature is beautiful,
You care for those who surround you,
And for that they love you more.
So never change the way you are,
Because you've no need to change.
You're special...


Dedicated to two very special friends :)

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One Day It Will Happen...

One day it will happen.
I'll fall in love again.
I'll find the right man for me,
And save my sanity,
For without love I'm nothing.

One day it will happen,
I'll have someone to hold.
I'll be happy in someone's arms,
And comfortable with my life,
For with love I am complete.

Love is the best painkiller.
It's great for losing weight.
It's something that's enlightening.
It makes us thrive,
It gives us peace...

Yes, one day it will happen.
I'll be in love again.
I'll find that really special man,
The one to love,
For with love I am complete


(25/09/2011)

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Writers block

Er...

Hahaha

Brains gone again!


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Bring...

Bring peace,
Bring harmony,
Bring love.

Bring light,
Bring warmth,
Bring love.

Bring food,
Bring wine,
Bring things divine,

Bring hugs,
Bring you,
Bring love...

(>•_•)> <(^_^<)


(22 September 2011)

• Dedicated to all my friends xxx
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Four bits of silly

The squidgy pink pig,
Ne'er does a jig,
And it don't wear a wig,
Plus it don't drive a rig,
But it might eat a fig,
Cause it wants to get big,
Does the squidgy pink pig.
____________________

Don't go into politics,
Because you'll lose your brain.
They'll store it in a freezer,
And ne'er give it to you again...
____________________

Never name your body parts,
It can get confusin'.
Especially when you forget,
Which part that you've been usin'!
____________________

Yippee-Keye-eh!
Was all he could say.
So they took him away,
The very same day!


Dedicated to Auntie Ginks and Auntie Sharon xxx


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For My Friends - Love is...

Love is,
The beam of sunshine falling on the floor of a forest glade.

Love is,
The breeze that caresses your face on a summer’s day.

Love is,
The thing that you find when you least expect it but most deserve it.

Love is,
The force that breaks barriers and can conquer all.

Define love and you’re unable.
You just know it’s there.

Try to capture it through guile,
And you will ne’er succeed.

For love flows among us and through us,
It touches us with its radiant beauty.
It reveals to us the colour and the meaning of our lives,
Embraces us with its infinite warmth.

Love is,
The Butterfly that flits from flower to flower.

Love is,
The gleam of joy in your eye.

Love is,
The sweet honey from the beehive.

Love is,
The thing that makes it so great to be alive.

　

(J R A Gigney 9 August 2011)

Written for my friends James & JC on the occasion of their Civil Partnership Ceremony on September 3rd, 2011


Congratulations my friends. All my love to you now and forever.

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Scared

I'm scared...
Scared that I've been given too much to do,
Scared that I'm gonna let people down,
Scared my mental health can't handle things.

I love people for wanting to include me,
But now I'm worried that I'll fail.
So worry returns to haunt,
Thoughts of rivulets of searing red,
Running from flesh to drip into oblivion...

Too much to think of,
Too much to savour,
Too much to hold and let slip away.

Hands that won't hold.
Legs that won't move.
A racing pounding heart,
Pain as movement is tried.
Searing pain when trying to stand.

Yet
Blood pressure "normal"
Blood O2 level "fine"
Pulse "Racing"
Breath sounds "okay"

I'M NOT IMAGINING THE PAIN!!!

It's there and it bloody hurts.

I'm scared
Will no-one listen?
Will no-one believe me?
I'm scared...


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Location:Green Trees Ave,,United Kingdom

4 Line Muse

Kittens on coat racks,
A-sleeping on mittens.


In other strange places,
They lay on their faces.


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The Oramorph Strikes I.i

Lucy in the sky with diamonds,
Sitting on a rudder made of cheese.
Never ever ever looking backwards,
Cigarettes are making her a-wheeze.

Mary Mary quite contrary,
Was the lamb you ate called "Peas"?
Was that a fart that I detected,
Floating lightly up upon the breeze...?


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The Request

I've been asked to write a poem,
For the Civil Partnership of my friends,
And I hope to make them happy,
Thats all I want to do in the end.

So I get down to the writing,
And my friend he does phone up.
We talk about so many things,
And then right at the end he says,
"In the poem that you're writing,
In your lovely poem,
There's just one thing you mustn't do,
Don't mention God!"

Gobsmacked was I,
Atheist that I am,
That the deity is not allowed on board.
No mention of that place which may,
Or may not be in the sky,
Or anything angelic,
That may sort of wander by.
Even that bloke who's down below,
May not get a mention,
But then of course in writing it,
That would not be my intention.

So I'm limited to what I write
But maybe I'll achieve it,
Actually I've written two,
If you can believe it.

Now I'm looking forward,
To the "wedding" of the year.
I'm nearly ready for it,
And my invitation's here.

I'll be nervous when I'm reading,
And I hope my voice won't crack.
Coz my love I have for my two friends,
Will never ever lack...


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Location:Green Trees Ave,,United Kingdom

Two poems 1 meaning

(1)

I miss you,
Coz you're not there.
I miss you,
Because I care.
I miss you,
Because you're miles away.
Babes, I miss you,
Each and every day.
I miss you...
______________________

(2)

I miss you,
Coz you're no longer there.
I miss you,
Because I care.
I miss you,
Coz you've gone away.
I miss you, Mum,
More than words can say.
I miss you...


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Stand up

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Er

I apologise for the recent lack of posts. This is due to cracked brain! Abnormal service will be resumed as soon as possible!


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Will I have succeeded?

Will I have succeeded,

If I free a soul in torment 'fore I die?
If I've managed to out-tweet Stephen Fry?
If I'd have taken one all step upon the moon?
if I'd sung the National Anthem and in tune?

Would it be so very much if I should ask,
That at least I succeed in some minor task?
Would I regain some extra confidence,
And no longer remain sitting on the fence?

I shall do my utmost to be loving and to care,
About how I can best distribute peace and love to share.
If it means that I can listen like a pro,
Then I'll do it in life and everywhere I go.

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Wolf Fish

Poor little wolf fish,
It's ugly enough,
But it spends it's time in darkness,
So nothing sees it much!





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The Pirate of Cold Norton

The Pirate of Cold Norton,
Runs a very lonely ship.
With no eye patch and no parrot,
He is rather in a dip.

He has no swash to buckle,
No cutlass in his belt.
No treasure map with X on,
And he isn't very svelte.

So the Pirate Of Cold Norton,
Is just a little lost.
So he sits in front of his TV,
Watching A Touch of Frost.


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Location:Green Trees Ave,,United Kingdom

The Babel Lizard

The Babel Lizard

Adamsanis Douglasidii - the only other creature in the known universe to be able to translate simultaneously using it's tongue to connect to the human neural system. It feeds off earwax and dead skin...

Very useful and extremely rare!


Well it's better than the real explanation... ;-)

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A Status Report

all is well in the Parish of Nold Corton and other strange villages. (Population: Zero, it having been determined that most of the people are actually either figments of a deranged imagination and/or are cows disguised as people pretending to be cows disguised as vicars)

The slightly strange smell comes from that little known area known as Stadwell Brower Pation and other electrical devices...

Roads 1
Buses 0

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Try

Try to make your life a breeze.
Try to do your best.
Try to live within your means.
Try to get things off your chest.



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Noah Today

In the year 2011, the Lord came unto Noah, who was now living in England and said: "Once again, the Earth has become wicked and I see the end of all flesh before me."

"Build another Ark and save 2 of every living thing
Along with a few good humans."

He gave Noah the blueprints, saying:
"You have 6 months to build the Ark before I will
Start the unending rain for 40 days and 40 nights."

Six months later, the Lord looked down and saw Noah weeping in his yard - but no Ark.

"Noah!," He roared, "I'm about to start the rain! Where is the Ark?"

"Forgive me, Lord," begged Noah, "but things have changed."

"I needed a Building Permit."

"I've been arguing with the Boat Inspector about the need for a sprinkler system."

"My neighbors claim that I've violated the Neighbourhood By-Laws by building the Ark in my back garden and exceeding the height limitations. We had to go to the Local Planning Committee for a decision."

"Then the Local Council and the Electricity Company demanded a shed load of money for the future costs of moving power lines and other overhead obstructions, to clear the passage for the Ark's move to the sea. I told them that the sea would be coming to us, but they would hear nothing of it."

"Getting the wood was another problem. There's a ban on cutting local trees in order to save the Greater Spotted Barn Owl."

"I tried to convince the environmentalists that I needed the wood to save the owls - but no go!"

"When I started gathering the animals the RSPCA took me to court. They insisted that I was confining wild animals against their will. They argued the accommodations were too restrictive, and it was cruel and inhumane to put so many animals in a confined space."

"Then the Environmental Agency ruled that I couldn't build the Ark until they'd conducted an environmental impact study on your proposed flood."

"I'm still trying to resolve a complaint with the Human Rights Commission on how many minorities I'm supposed to hire for my building crew."

"Immigration are checking the Visa status of most of the people who want to work."

"The trades unions say I can't use my sons. They insist I have to hire only Union workers with Ark-building experience."

"To make matters worse, the Inland Revenue seized all my assets, claiming I'm trying to leave the country illegally with endangered species."

"So, forgive me, Lord, but it would take at least 10 Years for me to finish this Ark."

"Suddenly the skies cleared, the sun began to shine, and a rainbow stretched across the sky."

Noah looked up in wonder and asked,
"You mean you're not going to destroy the world?"

"No," said the Lord.
"The Government beat me to it."


This was sent to me by my friend Auntie G. from a friend of hers. Thanks Auntie G.
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The Return Of Little Finger

Little Finger wended his way,
Through the wildy woods.
He'd been on his own all of the day,
So he was in a good mood.

He'd stuck in the air that morning,
And put on his blue mortar board hat.
Then without care and no warning,
He went out the door just like that!

Little Finger was happy right now,
That he'd passed his finger diploma.
And he liked to relate just how,
He had passed without falling over.

Little Finger was wending his way,
Back to the rest of his hand.
Now that he'd won the day,
From his hand he was no longer banned!









• Dedicated to Amber the Dog

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It's the little things...

Some people don't realise,
That not everyone is good,
At doing the little things.

The little things that matter.
The hugs, the wishes, the greetings.
Some don't know how or when.

No one is perfect
No one can do everything.
Not knowing how or when to do the little things,
Doesn't mean they don't care...


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Now now now!

Now now now!

When you're a wee bit hypertensive,
Take it as easy as you can.
Don't do anything health expensive,
Try to have a hypertension ban.

When you got some naughty fluid,
Hidden where it shouldn't be.
Make out as if you're a Druid,
Now be a very good human b!


• Dedicated to Auntie G and Auntie S...
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Muse

I’ll watch you sleep,
To keep you safe.
To stop those who want to harm you.
The only thing I ask,
Is a kiss to show you care…


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I kissed a boy

I kissed a boy and I liked it.
I kissed him on the lips.
He didn't moan so he wanted me to,
So I did it again.

I kissed a boy and I liked it.
Then he kissed me back.
Now that I've been out with him,
He wants to get in the sack!



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Barbie's Baby

Barbie's baby
Pull her belly off
Baby comes prepackaged
Born without a cough!

Should've made it much more real
So Barbie has to push
But is our Barbie Just too posh?
Well Ken he was a lush!

I'm not a Barbie girl
I'm not a Barbie Boy
But after all is said and done
Barbie's just a toy...



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Incommunicado

Brian McCludget,
Young man of the world,
Into the river,
His cellphone had hurled.
Fed up,
With being in touch all the time.
Texting, e-mailing,
Were no longer sublime.
All that he wanted,
Some peace and quiet,
Now all the voicemail,
Was off of the diet.
But away from the calling,
He could not get.
With his landline caterwauling,
His nerves were upset.
And so his solution,
Which is not for all,
Was become a recluse,
Hide behind a wall!


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• Dedicated to Me

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Location:Green Trees Ave,,United Kingdom

Essex Boy

I'm a broken hearted Essex Boy,
Who's got lots of love to give.
Who doesn't now know what to do,
Not even sure how I can live!

I'm a broken hearted Essex Boy,
Who just needs to have some love.
I know from where I'd like it,
But that hand may be in another's glove.

I'm a broken hearted Essex Boy,
Who knows not what to do.
I'm a broken hearted man,
Whose life's begun to unglue...

Location:Green Trees Ave,,United Kingdom

My Love

My love is total.
My heart is pure.
But I get hurt easy,
Though my love is sure...


• Dedicated to Ronaldo

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Kingfisher

• Dedicated to Twitchers

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The Repeat Prescription

Amlodipine 10mg
Once a day
Oh woe is me!

Aspirin 75mg
Dispersible in water
So you see.

BD microfine+ needles
Fit them to the insulin pen
Enough to cure the weebles!

(Weebles wobble but they don't fall down!)

Citalopram 40mg
Just once a day
To keep me sane you see.

E45 cream 500g
Slap it on me plates
To moisturise the skin for me.

Freestyle Lancets
Tiny little knives
Not needles for your Dansettes
But blood letting for your lives.

Freestyle Lite Test Strips
For the testing of the blood
That the Lancets from your body rips...

Glucogel 40%
For stopping hypos
Not paying the rent!

Humalog 100units/ml solution
3ml glass cartridges
For sugar dissolution...

Levemir 100units/ml solution
More insulin
Slow acting no pollution!

Losartan 100mg
A hypertension tablet
Blood pressure to be lowered you see...

Oramorph Solution
Squirt it in yer gob
Takes away the extra pain
So you don't have to sob.

Paracetamol 500mg
Soluble so drink it up
Tastes nasty but no pain pain for me!

Perondipril Arginine 5mg
Also laced with indapamide
One point two five M G!

(Blood pressure is a comin' down!)

Pravastatin 40mg
Cholesterol reduction
Is never a guarantee...

Movicol a laxative
Lemon flavoured
Make with water
Drink! Oh EXPLETIVE!

Zomorph 10 and 30mg
Morphine in time release capsule form.
One 30 two 10 so 50mg
Every twelve hours
To be totally pain free!

(Still some gets through!)

Please note it helps if you pronounce "mg" as Em Gee when you read this poem.







• Dedicated to Pill Takers Everywhere

• All poems written by J R A Gigney unless stated.

Location:Green Trees Ave,,United Kingdom

Art

Museum Art of the Day: MOCA’s “Art in the Streets” — the first major US museum exhibition dedicated to street art — opens to the public this Sunday, and will remain open through August 8.

Among the familiar pieces stretching all the way back to the dawn of graffiti-based vandalism are new and original pieces from the likes of Os Gemeos and Banksy (above).

My Modern Met took some photos during yesterday’s press opening which you can see here.

I'm an atheist but like most atheists I love religious art. This is beautiful :-)

• Dedicated to Stained Glass

• All poems written by J R A Gigney unless stated.

Location:Green Trees Ave,,United Kingdom

Besides Formspring, what websites do you check the most often?

Twitter, Facebook

Ask me anything

Which TV Programme would you most like to axe?

Which TV Programme would you most like to axe?

Answer here

Spasmodic

Spasmodic
Frasmodic

Colonic
Moronic

Grave
Brave

Down
Town

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Tired? Time to log-out and go to bed then...:-)

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Guardian angel

• Dedicated to Anyone who wants to drool.

• All poems written by J R A Gigney unless stated.

Paper Mill Lock, Little Baddow, Essex

• Dedicated to Lovers of Locks!

• All poems written by J R A Gigney unless stated.

Sleep My Love

Sleep my love,
And dream of me.
For I shall sleep,
And dream of thee.

Lay your head,
Upon my chest,
And I'll protect you,
As you rest.

Sleep my love,
In my embrace.
And we shall stay,
In this warm place.

Sleep my love,
And dream of me.
For I shall sleep,
And dream of thee...




• Dedicated to Ronaldo.

• All poems written by J R A Gigney unless stated.

Jim / Jemima

A little cat of my acquaintance,
Turns out to be a little girl.
So little Jim has changed his sex,
And his name's now little Jemima as well!

Strange Side Of The Force

Proof that Vader has a soft side to his force!




Stormtrooper Sight Tests


• Dedicated to Jedi and Sith Everywhere...

• All poems written by J R A Gigney unless stated.

A Mum

What's a Mum?
A Cook
A Carer
A Teacher
A Bringer Of Hugs
A Protector
A Counsellor
An Advisor
A Cleaner
A Comedian
A Storyteller
A Listener
A shoulder on which to cry
Our Rock.
And when she's gone?
She's there in our hearts.
We still talk to her.
We miss her.
We still love her.
She'll always be Mum.
So she's never really gone.
Take good care of her memory.
Be mindful of her legacy.
Love and cherish her forever.


• Dedicated to All who've lost their Mum

• All poems written by J R A Gigney unless stated.

Location:Green Trees Ave,,United Kingdom

Dandy

Who's the Dandy in the hat,

Baggy trouser suit,

And dandy spats?

Wheres the Dandy gone right now?

Is he at home,

Or on the prowl?

Come on all Dandies in funny hats!

Come out into the broad daylight

And show us your fancy spats...

Cut Away

A small knife.
A lancet.
A tiny blade to prick a finger;
To rip skin;
To let crimson blood flow.

A primal urge.
More pain to cover pain.
Rivulets of dark red.
The colour of life;
The transporter of oxygen.

Why cut?
Why not?
An uncontrollable force,
Within me.
Driving the lancet home.
Tearing, splitting...
Why can't I stop?


• Dedicated to Anyone.

• All poems written by J R A Gigney unless stated.

Location:Green Trees Ave,,United Kingdom

Hold me

Hold me.
I need you to hold me.
But you're so far away!



• Dedicated to Ronaldo.

• All poems written by J R A Gigney unless stated in the title.

Too Far

You're words lull us,
Into a false sense of security.
You make sure,
That you soothe our souls.
Then you dig.
You twist the words,
To make the true seem false,
And the false seem true.
You undermine any confidence,
We may have had.
You attack our work,
Try to block it from others.
But you take it too far,
When you attack a relationship,
However subtly you do it.
Time to concentrate on yourself.
Time to live your life,
And stop trying to make anothers life hell.
Did they do anything to upset you?
No!
So why do you think,
That you have the right to interfere?
It's time for it to end.
Time for the prodding,
Undermining, nasty business to stop.
Just leave us alone,
Before you cause something that you may regret...


• Dedicated to Tormentors Everywhere.

• All poems written by J R A Gigney unless stated in the title.

Visa Cat

The Cat Owner's Worst Nightmare

Little People

The Little People,
Don't run away.
When things go wrong,
They always stay.

The Little People,
Like their food.
And all kinds of things,
When they're in the mood.

The Little People,
Like to sing.
Their favourite song,
Is "My Ding-A-Ling"

The Little People,
Like to sleep.
And if they can't,
They all count sheep.


• Dedicated to Auntie G. & Auntie S.

• All poems written by J R A Gigney unless stated in the title.

What a Lot of Nonsense!

No sense is nonsense,
Not sensical either.
The words come out sdrawkcab,
And frontwards but neither.

All is so jumbuled,
And scrumbuled outside,
That the pogscroodling hornswaggle,
Is left by the side.
_______________________________
Squiggly Piggy in the middle,
Squadgy Podgy up the flue.
Silly Billy down the centre,
Gobble Wobble follows too...
_______________________________
In the dark of the night,
With no moon to give light,
The Scrimblings come out to play.
They flitter about,
With no noise or a shout,
The Scrimblings go on their way.

They are small and quite round,
No legs can be found.
The Scrimblings don't need to wear shoes.
Their wings are quite small,
But they do have a ball,
When their Scrimblets are watching the news.

At the end of the night,
And after a fight,
The Scrimblings fly home to their nests.
Then during the day,
They doze in the hay,
While the Scrimbmales are washing their vests!



• Dedicated to Auntie Gillian.

• All poems written by J R A Gigney unless stated in the title.

The Pogscroodler's Ball

Are you feeling sort of lonely?
Are you feeling kind of blue?
Do you want to go a-dancing,
Around a floor or two?

Come on into the ballroom!
Come one and then come all!
Proclaim the dance night coming!
Cheer for The Pogscroodler's Ball!

All of you who pogscroodle,
Or have pogscroodled once or twice,
Come with all your finery,
Come even if you look quite nice.

All ye merry pogscroodlers,
And all ye merry gerplonks.
Come within the dancing house,
Before the band rezonks!

Dance away pogscroodlers.
Dance all night ye monks.
Dance until your toes fall off,
And your legs make some kersplonks!

Celebrate pogscroodling,
Celebrate the time.
Cheer at the band who play for you,
To make the Pogscroodler's Ball sublime.


• Dedicated to Auntie Gillian.

• All poems written by J R A Gigney unless stated in the title.

The Henge

Twas windy,
The stones stood straight,
The rain did fall
But the stones stood firm
The sun did shine
And the stones were warmed
Then something magical
To heal the World
The stones spoke
But did we listen?


• Dedicated to James & JC.

• All poems written by J R A Gigney unless stated in the title.

Nonsense

Open my mind.
Replace my mind.
Serve up my brain on a plate.
Surround it with Carrots,
And long runner beans,
Potatos and a few shallots.
______________________

Grime is as grime does.
Dirt is for the dirty.
I'll be messy if I want to be.
Oh I wish I was thirty!
______________________

Wibble wobble
Dibble dobble
Squiggly squire quiggly
Neon Napier niggly
______________________

Left
Right
Oh what a night!

Right
Wrong
Oh what a song!



• Dedicated to Ronaldo.

• All poems written by J R A Gigney unless stated in the title.

Some photos

Scared

I'm scared I'm gonna fail.
I'm scared I'm gonna lose him.
I'm scared...

Perhaps I'm too emotional,
Perhaps I'm too weak.
Maybe I've been to sheltered in life,
And in the things I seek.

I only want to be happy.
I only want to give love.
And now that I have my man,
I get shat on by a bloody dove.

Perhaps I'm far too emotional,
Perhaps I've lost my way.
To be with him is all I want.
With him I want to lay.

I'm scared that I've lost it all,
I'm scared to think like that.
And now that one more year's gone by,
I'm scared to lay down my hat...


• Dedicated to Ronaldo.

• All poems written by J R A Gigney unless stated in the title.

Hey Mr iPhone

Hey Mr iPhone,
Connect me to my honey,
I really need to talk to him,
About something funny.

Hey Mr iPhone,
Connect me to my man,
So I can tell him that I love him,
And I'll hug him when I can!

Hey Mr iPhone,
Why've I got no signal?
Perhaps I should move out this place,
And go and live in Bignall*!

Hey Mr iPhone,
Connect me to my guy,
I really want to talk to him,
If I don't I just might cry...


* I have no idea whether this place exists or is a figment of my imagination. Anyway you try rhyming with Signal! Hahaha

• Dedicated to Ronaldo.

• All poems written by J R A Gigney unless stated in the title.

Couldn't think of a title (1)

A really old Chelonian,
Did meet an old Devonian,
Upon a Cornish trail.
Said the old Devonian,
To the old Chelonian,
"What are you be doing down this way?"
Said the old Chelonian,
To the old Devonian,
"I'm down here on a holiday!"
"I started out ten years ago,
And my progress has been slow,
And I'm seventy years old today."
Then the old Chelonian,
Asked the old Devonian,
"What are you doing here pit of your way?"
Then the old Devonian,
Sighed to the old Chelonian,
"I went a-walking and I lost my way!"
Thus the old Chelonian,
And the old Devonian,
Parted and went sprightly on their way.
It took the old Chelonian,
Without the old Devonian,
Five more years to get on his holiday.


• Dedicated to Fred The Tortoise.

• All poems written by J R A Gigney unless stated in the title.

Those Simple Love Lines We All Know

You're the Cream in my coffee;
the apple of my eye;
the brightest star in the heavens;
the rainbow in the sky.

You're my ray of sunshine;
lighting up the world;
the wind that blows all over,
and keeps my flag unfurled.


(J.R.A.Gigney, breaking poetry convention and punctuation since 2011.)

• Dedicated to Ronaldo.

• All poems written by J R A Gigney unless stated in the title.

The Four Ages of Prehysteria

The Four Ages of Prehysteria

Many people believe that there are three ages of Prehysteria. There are, however, four. These are as follows:-

(1) THE BONSHUS* AGE

The age of large bulbous creatures with little legs, a few creatures called Deanosores which were mainly scaly and feathered angry things that growled alot and were squished by the Bonshii.

Also around at the time were a few people who liked to sleep with their feet tied together by Banana skins. They were known as The Stupid Na-Na people...



* The Bonshus (not to scale)


(2) THE STONED AGE

An age dedicated to the smoking of hallucinogenic substances and the odd stoning of adulterers.

Not much happened in this age, but boy they were very happy...


(3) THE BRONZED AGE

This age is mainly known for the rise and ultimate fall of the Tanning Salon people and the Orange Revolution created by the advent of cheap artificial tanning products... There was something about metal too...


(4) THE IRONING AGE

The birth of the Tefal, Rowenta and Morphy Richards Civilisations along with the invention of the ironing board which led to the creation of Extreme Ironing which virtually wiped out each of the civilisations due to the numbers of Extreme Ironing practitioners trying to iron whilst bungee jumping despite the fact that the bungee rope was not invented for at least another 2500 years.

The Romans finally caused the downfall of the civilisations when they invaded the main cities and banned Ironing Boards.

Julius Caesar is rumoured not to have actually been killed in the Senate but actually in an Extreme Ironing accident. He apparently was a fan of the now illegal activity and the accident involved a pleated toga and a pair of primitive underpants...


• Dedicated to Auntie Gillian, Auntie Sharon and Jolyon Parish.

• All poems written by J R A Gigney unless stated in the title.

Ten Ditties

One
There's a hole in my nut,
Where the thoughts leak out.
They get out so fast,
I've the memory of a trout.

Two
Rain's transparent,
The sky is too.
But because of refraction,
The sky looks blue...

Three
Pogscroodle once,
Pogscroodle twice.
Then wait a second and,
Pogscroodle thrice!

Four
Thimble nimble,
Scribble scroo.
Ibbly dibbly,
Flibble froo.

Five
Dare to be wonderful,
Dare to be new.
Dare to be loveable,
Dare to be you!

Six
Larry Lather laughing lots,
Went abroad without his shots.
Larry Lather's in the loo,
Because he ate the Octopus stew!

Seven
Do what you want.
Do what you do.
Do what you need to.
Just think of me too...

Eight
Hello World!
My old brain said.
Then it got splatted,
So now it's dead.

Nine
Speeling mistukes,
And puddy tat boots.
Umblestewed peoples,
And Elephant flutes.
Werevarks and werewolves,
In vampirish suits.
Never take morphine,
With hoppity roots!

Ten
Look in the mirror,
You're the wrong way round.
Look through a spyhole,
For lots to be found.
Look back in the mirror,
Is that really you?
Look back through the spyhole,
To see if it's true...


• Dedicated to Auntie Gillian.

• All poems written by J R A Gigney unless stated in the title.

For my friends

A song of love,
Go sing it true,
A song so cheerful,
And never blue.

Preserve my friends,
And let their love,
Be everlasting,
Sanctioned from above.

So let us sing a madrigal,
Of things of pleasure found.
So let us sing this song for all,
And make a glorious sound.


• Dedicated to James and JC.

• All poems written by J R A Gigney unless stated in the title.

Brainache

Brainache
Go away!
Don't come back!
Just stay at bay!




• All poems written by J R A Gigney unless stated in the title.

Defying Gravity

Defying Gravity by J R A Gigney
Inspired by a good buddy & Dedicated to Ronaldo

Hey!
What are you doing up there?
I'm sure you're not supposed to walk on the ceiling!
Where did you learn to do that?
You've done it all your life?
Yes I've imagined you floating free,
But I didn't know you could.
How long have you been defying gravity?
All your life!
Why didn't you tell me,
That you could do that?
I'm amazed and surprised!
Could I do it to?
Could I defy gravity like you?
Could I defy gravity like you?




• All poems on this blog are written and belong to J. R. A. Gigney, unless otherwise stated.

Thursday

Thursday by J R A Gigney

Once upon a Thursday,
A dragon was espied.
A big green scaly reptile,
With great wings at it's sides.

The dragon lit a fire,
With it's hot hot breath.
The wood pile leapt into flames,
And burnt on until it's death.

Some knights did come to slay,
The dragon which had done no wrong.
It watched their every movement,
And then tamed them with a song.

It's voice was rich and silky,
It's song was one of peace.
It sang of milk and honey,
And the softness of a fleece.

The knights who all were grateful,
Gave the dragon some wine to sup.
It gratefully accepted,
And then gobbled them all up!

Once upon a Thursday,
A dragon was espied.
But no one does disturb it,
Since the knights they had all died...


• All poems on this blog are written and belong to J. R. A. Gigney, unless otherwise stated.

Words

Words can linger
Words can hurt
Words can express a thought.

Lexicography is important
The meanings need to be
Gathered up and written down
With other words you see.

One day you will find a word
That expresses what you think
Just use the right one at the right time
Or you'll be on the brink.

Words are clever
Words are good
Without words
You won't do what you should...

Use words carefully or you could hurt someone you adore...


• All poems on this blog are written and belong to J. R. A. Gigney, unless otherwise stated.

Zonk!

Zonk
Zonk
Plonk
Bonk
Zonk
Donk
Gonk


• All poems on this blog are written and belong to J. R. A. Gigney, unless otherwise stated.

The Fox, The Lazy Dog and All Good Men

The Fox, The Lazy Dog & All Good Men
By J R A Gigney

So! What happened,
After the quick brown fox,
Had cleared the lazy dog,
And all good men,
Had come to the aid of the party?

Did the dog yawn?
Where did the men go?
Did the fox get it's chicken?
Did the party fade out with a whimper?

Why didn't the quick brown dog,
Jump over the lazy fox?
Why did the party need aid?
Was it boring or was it Tory?

So! The dog's left asleeping,
The fox left a-creeping.
The party must be over,
And the men are all in clover.

The Quick Brown Fox jumped over the Lazy Good Men.
Now is the time for a Good Dog to come to the aid of the Party...


• All poems on this blog are written and belong to J. R. A. Gigney, unless otherwise stated.

The Only Duck In Maldon

The Only Duck In Maldon
By J R A Gigney

The only duck in Maldon came waddling up to me,
"It's lonely here,
I've got no friends,
Do you want to come round to tea?"

I was taken aback,
Surely ducks only quack!
But the offer had been true.
So I went around,
And the meal was sound,
With lots of cream cakes too.



• All poems on this blog are written and belong to J. R. A. Gigney, unless otherwise stated.

Words

Words
By J R A Gigney

Words can hurt.
Words can cause wars.
Someones rhubarb,
Is anothers blah blah blah.
And yet we make more.
Some even swallow the dictionary.
But words are just words,
They're not worth killing for,
They're not worth dying for,
Yet they cause tears,
Heartache and joy.
Words are curious.
Some use them to hurt, to hate.
Time to learn to be diplomatic,
Or you will lose the argument.


• All poems on this blog are written and belong to J. R. A. Gigney, unless otherwise stated.

Waiting

Waiting by J.R.A.Gigney

Standing on the corner of a well trod street,
Watching other people greet each other as they meet.
Keeping hands warm in pockets filled with sweets.
Waiting for something to happen.

Standing on a station til a train comes in.
Listing to announcers who make such a din.
Screens that look as though they're made out of tin.
Waiting for something to happen.


• All poems on this blog are written and belong to J. R. A. Gigney, unless otherwise stated.

What is a Tea Bag?

What is a Tea Bag?
By J.R.A.Gigney

What is a tea bag?
It's a drink in a pouch!
What's a couch potato?
But a potato on a couch!

What is a coffee bean?
It's not a bean at all.
What's in a name?
I'm not sure I can recall...

What is the ozone?
Is it a zone with ohs?
Why do I ask this?
I do it at my repose.


• All poems on this blog are written and belong to J. R. A. Gigney, unless otherwise stated.

The Microwave Meal Cafe

The Microwave Meal Cafe
By J.R.A.Gigney

Table for two, Sir?
Follow me, Sir.
Nice table here, Sir.
Menus, Sir?
Drinks to begin, Sir?
Well there's,
Lemonade,
Coke or Pepsi,
(It's your choice, Sir)
Wine from a box,
Red or White.
How about a beer?
Bitter, ale or lite?
You want some O.J?
That's okay!
Now for the food that comes your way...
Plastic meat from a plastic box,
Microwaved to perfection.
Just right for you to eat.
Plastic veg in plastic bags,
Boiled or microwaved until al dente,
And all of this for £10:20.
Plastic chicken in a basket,
Our speciality!
Plastic chilli with plastic nachos,
All of these are delicacies!
May I ask why you seem to be leaving?
It did say on the door!
You could make it at home for cheaper!
Well how on earth do you know?
Please come back I'm here to serve you,
Guide you through our wondrous meals.
Oh!
They've gone!
Now that's a shame,
And they didn't leave a tip...
Look another party's entered!
Will that be a table for six?


• All poems on this blog are written and belong to J. R. A. Gigney, unless otherwise stated.

Days Off

Days Off by J.R.A.Gigney

What does Batman do on his day off?
Does he go mad?
Does he take of his togs?
Does he leave Robin in charge?
Or does Alfred take over?
What does Batman do on his day off?


• All poems on this blog are written and belong to J. R. A. Gigney, unless otherwise stated.

Strange What You Hear

Strange What You Hear
By J.R.A.Gigney

Strange what you hear on the radio.
Golfing holidays in North Korea,
Interviews with dictators,
Friends of Oscar winners,
Reality TV blah blah blah!

University research into birds,
Hearts that grow back when damaged.
What's the implications for human life?
What is normal and what is not...

Strange what you hear on the radio.
Presenters filling in for guests who aren't there,
Laughter and fun,
Dictators blaming drugs for the protest to get rid of them.
Never seems to be their fault does it?

Strange what you hear,
Strange what you see.
Listen with your ears open,
But never with your eyes closed!


• All poems on this blog are written and belong to J. R. A. Gigney, unless otherwise stated.

Another Day, Another Dragon

Another Day, Another Dragon By J.R.A.Gigney

A Knight of Lore,
Once of lowly birth,
Wandered the paths of Albion.
The blood of many an evil doer,
Upon the now slate grey armour.

The call to arms all those years ago,
Written on his tired limbs.
His age unknown,
But no youth in his face doth show.
Weary he wanders the land.

Peace is his hope,
But peace there comes none,
Whilst the last of the lizards lives.
But this dragon he cannot find...

And then a clue,
The beast is near,
Nearer than he realises.
Is it within him?

Yet no blood of the reptile is within him.
He is just a human of low birth.
His training will give him the strength to fight,
'Til his bones lay upon the blood soaked earth.

The there it is above him,
That familiar dark shape.
It's wings stretched out in flight,
The smell of it's breath before it.

The beast lands before him,
And he readies his attack.
Another Day, Another Dragon.
This time he may not come back.

The battle rages for hours,
No quarter given and nome asked.
Yet there is no winner.
It's as if a spell has been cast.

Soon they stand infront of each other.
Both bloodied but alive.
Another Day, and this Dragon,
Last of it's kind has survived.

The Dragon bows in graceful admiration.
The Knight acknowledges the act.
They go their separate ways.
The Dragon never to come back.

The Knight returns to wandering,
Fighting for his pay.
Until his body can no longer take,
The blows that come his way.

Then one dusk in a chapel yard,
At a lowly grey gravestone stands,
A large reptilian shape flowers in claw,
To place upon the grave.

Soon after a noise of flight is heard,
The flowers left in place.
Underneath lays the Knight of Lore,
A peaceful smile on his face.


• All poems on this blog are written and belong to J. R. A. Gigney, unless otherwise stated.

Location:Henney Close,,United Kingdom

Flea

Flea By J.R.A.Gigney

What's it like to be a flea?
Not sure I want to know.
It must be great to jump so high,
And then to hide so low.

Then there is the taste for blood,
And not even a vampire,
And sleeping on a nice warm cat,
Whilst sitting by the fire.

So what's it like to be a flea?
Is it an easy life?
Bit don't forget the flea powder,
That can kill your wife!


• All poems on this blog are written and belong to J. R. A. Gigney, unless otherwise stated.

Location:Henney Close,,United Kingdom

Dragon of the East

Dragon Of The East by J.R.A.Gigney


Oh Dragon Of The East,

Come to us now.

Come give us your wisdom,

And tell us how,

To redeem our greatest sin,

Of hurting ourselves,

And to help us grow the food,

To stack on our shelves.


Oh Dragon Of The East,

Give us strength,

To defend ourselves,

At no length.

Make us have the wisdom,

To stop our fall,

And remember that our children,

Will hear your call.


• All poems on this blog are written and belong to J. R. A. Gigney, unless otherwise stated.

Location:Henney Close,,United Kingdom

Ooh I Say...

Ooh I Say... By J R A Gigney

Ooh I Say,
What's this hole?
What's it for?
I don't know!

Ooh I Say,
Look at that!
What were they thinking?
Get someone sacked!

Ooh I Say,
Who's that man?
You know the one,
The TV one!

Ooh I Say,
Don't do that!
Well not before,
I've put out the cat!


• All poems on this blog are written and belong to J. R. A. Gigney, unless otherwise stated.

Location:Green Trees Ave,,United Kingdom

Notes on a Wasted Life

Notes On A Wasted Life
By J. R. A. Gigney

A wasted life,
What went wrong?
What happened to the potential?
Was the potential ever there?
Where did the ambition go?

Run around at age of six,
Collapse heart pumping hard,
But the child goes deathly pale.
A heart murmur.
The child fed up with getting tired too easily.
Then the pills he cannot swallow,
Crushed into milk on a spoon.
Steroids to correct the murmur,
That was to correct itself naturally.
Steroids do other things and these were quite strong.

School!
Don't mention that.
A school phobic before it was recognised.
Depressed too.
Forced inside.
Pretending to be okay but quaking like crazy.
Every day until he leaves.

Work.
Self employed.
The business partner ruins things.
Unemployed,
Soon into the Civil Service.
Five years of mistakes and menopausal line managers,
And that's just the men...
What's happening?
A slide into despair.
It ends
It ends
Breakdown
Breakdown
Breakdown
Breakdown
A lover dies.
Another lover arrives but only to abuse.
Breakdown.
Yes it's wasted,
But it must be redeemed!

The life falters on wandering blindly,
Trying to do good,
Trying to help others through experience.
Yet no one listens.
No one wants to know...


• All poems on this blog are written and belong to J. R. A. Gigney, unless otherwise stated.

Location:Green Trees Ave,,United Kingdom

I found

I Found... By J. R. A. Gigney

I fired a rocket in the air,
It exploded with much flair.
And it caused the crowd to cheer,
I wish that my love had been here.

I found a small stone at my feet,
It was polished and painted neat.
I was tempted but it I did not fling,
I gave it to my love set in a ring.



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Location:Green Trees Ave,,United Kingdom

Ramblings

Ramblings by J R A Gigney

Falling about with laughter,
Rolling around on the floor.
Trying to make sense of things.
Waiting for post to come through the door.

Stroking a hand through hair that's not there,
Lolling about on the bed.
Watching and waiting for life to go by,
Noticing what's not been said.

Looking at pictures of beautiful people,
In all sorts of states of undress.
My eyes are trying to get out my head,
But I'm coping with all of this stress.

Battling with mild narcolepsy,
Falling asleep on the spot.
Waiting for my love to come to me,
I'm lucky for what I've got!

As my rambling words start to falter,
My mind decides to seize.
And they then start to look all a jumble,
But that tends to pit me at ease...

Ta-Da!!!

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Location:Green Trees Ave,,United Kingdom

Funny Thoughts

Funny Thoughts by J. R. A. Gigney

Funny thoughts go through my head,
Sometimes it's worth a listen.
I wonder if these thoughts when said,
Would make the reader glisten.

Now in my mind they rum around,
With nothing on their feet,
Is that the thumping in my head?
Or just life's eternal beat.

I wonder why the sky is blue,
I wonder about clouds.
I wonder if it occurs to you,
That magic is unbound.

And as this verse gets stranger,
And as my mind goes mad.
Then does it mean that I am ill?
Of course I'm not I'm glad.

The time has come for all bad things,
To turn and become good,
And let those funny thoughts come back,
And dance naked in the wood.

The thoughts are back, I'll write them down,
You'll see them in the posts.
And if ypu frown I'll invite you round,
But you can be my hosts!

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!


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Location:Green Trees Ave,,United Kingdom

The Dragon's Warning

The Dragon of the North Wind
Came our way one day
It had a message for us
And there could be no delay

"You're killing the world you live on,
The planet is getting too hot
You're draining all it's resources
You'll miss them when you've lost the lot!"

"I may no longer protect you,
From all that you have done
So change your ways oh humans
Before your world's end's begun!"


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Location:Green Trees Ave,,United Kingdom

Photo

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A photo or two

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Location:Maldon,United Kingdom

iPod Incident

iPod Incident by J R A Gigney

My iPod dropped upon the floor,
I was upset,
Thought it was no more...

But little iPod it did work,
Only one scratch,
Felt like a berk!

Now the iPods safe at home,
It's cosy now,
That's the end of my tome.


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Location:Chelmsford,United Kingdom

Sight

Sight By J. R. A. Gigney

I'm going blind!
Brutal but true.
My sight is getting worse,
First in my right eye,
Now my left has started.
So I need to write.
I need to put things on paper,
Or online...
I don't know how long I've got.
Weeks, months, years,
But it will happen...
If I had hair to pull out I would with relish.
I'm scared...
Frightened...
Lost....


• All poems on this blog are written and belong to J. R. A. Gigney, unless otherwise stated.

Location:Green Trees Ave,,United Kingdom

The Lift

The Lift
By J. R. A. Gigney

David waited at the lift doors and was aware that someone was standing beside him. He glanced over. He was standing next to a tall good looking young man of about twenty. The lift arrived and the doors opened. It was empty. The young man followed David inside. The doors closed and the lift began it's journey after the floors had been chosen. The young man had deliberately, it seemed, brushed his hand against Davids as he chose his floor. Both choices where near the top of the tower.

The lift was halfway up when the power failed taking out at least twelve districts of the city. The vents opened and emergency lighting came on bathing the two young men in a soft yellow light. A sound came from the emergency phone. David instinctively opened the panel and picked it up.

"Hi?"
"oh great!" the voice was urgent, "how many of you ate in the lift?"
"Two," David replied. He glanced around at the good looking young man who seemed to be shaking, "what's happened?"
"Powers out. May be some time before it comes back on."
"Okay," David intoned as he watched the young man, "we'll be okay."
"Right, thanks I'll be in touch when we know more!"

Before David could answer the line went dead. David replaced the handset and looked at the young man again. There was fear in the boy's eyes.

"Don't worry," David said kindly, "we'll be out of here soon."

The boy tried to smile, but his mouth wouldn't play ball.

"I'm David," David said, "what's your name?"

"Joe." the voice was soft.

David held out his hand, "nice to meet you, Joe."

Joe took David's hand and gently shook it. Their eyes met. Joe smiled. David smiled back. Joe was still shaking.

"What's wrong, Joe?"

"I dunno," Joe replied softly.

"Okay. Don't worry I don't bite!"

David smiled a broad goofy smile. Joe noticed something different about the smile. Now Joe felt strangely safe. He'd noticed David's fangs.

"You're a Daywalker aren't you?"

"Yeah," David replied, "and you're very perceptive, Joe."

to be continued...



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Tears

Tears By J. R. A. Gigney

His tears run down his face,
Unnoticed as they mingle with the rain.
The tears keep coming,
As he sees his love disappear down the lane.

He turns to hide his face.
The loss running through his mind.
Not believing that it's over,
And why she could be that unkind.

Still the tears come,
They seem to sting his face.
Now there's no one to comfort him,
In this unforgiving place.

He trudges slowly back inside,
His hair sodden from the rain.
He sees no point in carrying on,
Like dying under a train.

He shuts the door behind him,
Goes and slumps down on the bed,
Cries himself to sleep,
Until there's no more going through his head.

The morning brings no comfort,
The pain is still there.
But now the anger starts to burn,
So much he can no longer care...

Tired of Love

Tired Of Love*
By J. R. A. Gigney
(Inspired by a good friend)

I'm tired of love,
Yes tired of it.
Tired of being told of it.
Tired of hearing it.
Tired of giving it.
Doesn't mean I'm not in love,
Means that it's time for the words to remain unsaid.
They don't need to be said now,
Because they cut like a knife into my heart.
Doesn't mean I'm not in love.
The words must become action,
Must be converted into reality.
If you love me as you say you do,
Then don't say, show!
Don't tell me you love me,
I know that implicitly,
Just be with me,
Support me,
Give me space when I need it.
Set me free to be me!
I'll still be there for you,
I just need some time for myself.
I'm tired of love,
But not being in love.
The love is there but the words are beginning to mean nothing...


*this is only a poem. For me it's not true...




• All poems on this blog are original unless otherwise stated.
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Location:Green Trees Ave,,United Kingdom

Car Park

Car Park
A Prose Poem
By J. R. A. Gigney

Sitting in a small car on the top deck of a supermarket car park somewhere in Essex; somewhere in time.
Surrounded by cars.
Some parked badly; some parked well; some too big for the space they're in; some small enough that they'd fit two comfortably in the same space.
Looking across from the car the upper stories of an office block shows it's blank unopened windows; the odd piece of personalised product stuck on the window sill supposedly making it's owners space more like home.
Below the people move in and out of the buildings moving past each other in sleepy uncomprehending waves.
Cars drive by unseen; people move unseen; trollys banging and clanging; drunks lolling on wooden seats.
The world of the supermarket car park in harmonic disarray...
And still I stare out into the near distance. No thoughts. No feelings. No actions. Just silence...




• All poems on this blog are original unless otherwise stated.
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Location:Green Trees Ave,,United Kingdom

Bother me

Bother Me
By J. R. A. Gigney

Bother me whene'er you like.
Bother me night and day.
Bother me when I'm here,
Or even when I'm away!




• All poems on this blog are original unless otherwise stated.
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Location:Green Trees Ave,,United Kingdom

Brain

Brain By J. R. A. Gigney

I think my brain needs an upgrade,
To OS6 point 2.
It's recently got behind the times,
I need the upgrade I really do!

My brain's CPU is faulty,
It's not as fast as it was.
And there's not enough RAM,
and that slows it down because,

It's trying to do to much at any one time,
It don't like multitasking,
In fact it don't like really working,
In fact it really needs good masking...

My brain it needs replacing,
A cabbage would be fine.
At least it wouldn't overheat,
And the cooling fan wouldn't whine...




• All poems on this blog are original unless otherwise stated.
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Location:Green Trees Ave,,United Kingdom

Blogmatic

"Blogmatic" by J. R. A. Gigney

Automatic blogging,
With nothing to say.
Automated bland wittering,
Less nutritious than hay.

Automated responses,
To automated blogging,
Automated nerve reaction,
To automated flogging.

Blogmatic is the latest app,
To help you not to think.
Feed in the news data,
And watch the lights all blink.

After a short while,
It comes up with a result.
You gotta be so careful,
Because it tends to insult..

Automatic blogging,
Brought right to your phone.
Use it and you'll understand,
Just why you're all alone.

Put your brain in neutral,
Let Blogmatic do the work.
Then all that your mates can say,
Is he must be such a stupid jerk!

Automatic blogging,
With nothing to say.
Random numbered wittering,
Allowing for no wordplay...




• All poems on this blog are original unless otherwise stated.
• Posted with BlogPress for iPhone.

Location:Green Trees Ave,,United Kingdom