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.
Monday, 28 February 2011
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.
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.
Sunday, 27 February 2011
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.
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.
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.
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
Saturday, 26 February 2011
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.
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.
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.
• All poems on this blog are written and belong to J. R. A. Gigney, unless otherwise stated.
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.
• All poems on this blog are written and belong to J. R. A. Gigney, unless otherwise stated.
Location:Green Trees Ave,,United Kingdom
Thursday, 24 February 2011
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!!!
• All poems on this blog are written and belong to J. R. A. Gigney, unless otherwise stated.
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!!!
• All poems on this blog are written and belong to J. R. A. Gigney, unless otherwise stated.
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!!!
• All poems on this blog are written and belong to J. R. A. Gigney, unless otherwise stated.
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!!!
• All poems on this blog are written and belong to J. R. A. Gigney, unless otherwise stated.
Location:Green Trees Ave,,United Kingdom
Wednesday, 23 February 2011
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!"
• All poems on this blog are written and belong to J. R. A. Gigney, unless otherwise stated.
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!"
• All poems on this blog are written and belong to J. R. A. Gigney, unless otherwise stated.
Location:Green Trees Ave,,United Kingdom
Tuesday, 22 February 2011
A photo or two
• All poems on this blog are written and belong to J. R. A. Gigney, unless otherwise stated.
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.
• All poems on this blog are written and belong to J. R. A. Gigney, unless otherwise stated.
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.
• All poems on this blog are written and belong to J. R. A. Gigney, unless otherwise stated.
Location:Chelmsford,United Kingdom
Sunday, 20 February 2011
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.
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
Saturday, 19 February 2011
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...
• All poems on this blog are written and belong to J. R. A. Gigney, unless otherwise stated.
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...
• All poems on this blog are written and belong to J. R. A. Gigney, unless otherwise stated.
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...
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.
• Posted with BlogPress for iPhone.
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.
• Posted with BlogPress for iPhone.
Location:Green Trees Ave,,United Kingdom
Thursday, 17 February 2011
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.
• Posted with BlogPress for iPhone.
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.
• Posted with BlogPress for iPhone.
Location:Green Trees Ave,,United Kingdom
Tuesday, 15 February 2011
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.
• Posted with BlogPress for iPhone.
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.
• Posted with BlogPress for iPhone.
Location:Green Trees Ave,,United Kingdom
Monday, 14 February 2011
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.
• Posted with BlogPress for iPhone.
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.
• Posted with BlogPress for iPhone.
Location:Green Trees Ave,,United Kingdom
Saturday, 12 February 2011
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.
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
Announcement
Announcement
By J. R. A. Gigney
This is the driver speaking,
We apologise for the delay to this train,
This is due to the wrong type of passengers on the preceding train,
Bloody plebs always fucking everything up!
Also one tiny snowflake has frozen the points at Shenfield.
One bloody snowflake?
What next?
Oh yes and there are leaves on the line near Rochford!
Brush the bloody things off then...
I don't know why I do this job!
All I seem to do,
Is tell people that their train's delayed,
Or someone's blocked the loo.
So what if the 5:45 is delayed,
Don't you think they can tell?
All I do is get that relayed,
And the passengers tell me to go to he'll!
Once again we apologise for the delay to this train.
It's because the company tending the rails has fucked up again and I'm so fed up with it that I give up!
I'm outta here!
Get yourself another driver!
I RESIGN WITH IMMEDIATE EFFECT!
Er...
This is the Chief Steward speaking...
Um...
We apologise for the delay to this train,
But it appears that the driver has resigned.
Er...
Does anyone know how to drive a train?
• All poems on this blog are original unless otherwise stated.
• Posted with BlogPress for iPhone.
By J. R. A. Gigney
This is the driver speaking,
We apologise for the delay to this train,
This is due to the wrong type of passengers on the preceding train,
Bloody plebs always fucking everything up!
Also one tiny snowflake has frozen the points at Shenfield.
One bloody snowflake?
What next?
Oh yes and there are leaves on the line near Rochford!
Brush the bloody things off then...
I don't know why I do this job!
All I seem to do,
Is tell people that their train's delayed,
Or someone's blocked the loo.
So what if the 5:45 is delayed,
Don't you think they can tell?
All I do is get that relayed,
And the passengers tell me to go to he'll!
Once again we apologise for the delay to this train.
It's because the company tending the rails has fucked up again and I'm so fed up with it that I give up!
I'm outta here!
Get yourself another driver!
I RESIGN WITH IMMEDIATE EFFECT!
Er...
This is the Chief Steward speaking...
Um...
We apologise for the delay to this train,
But it appears that the driver has resigned.
Er...
Does anyone know how to drive a train?
• All poems on this blog are original unless otherwise stated.
• Posted with BlogPress for iPhone.
Location:Green Trees Ave,,United Kingdom
Friday, 11 February 2011
Desire
Desire
By J. R. A. Gigney
I watch your neck as you swallow,
Wishing to place a kiss there,
And then on your lips,
Then wherever you wish me to.
Your skin excites me,
I want to stroke,
I want to touch,
To feel every part.
I watch you undress,
I watch the muscle rippling under the skin,
Knowing that I'll be with you,
Knowing that I'll be in your arms.
• All poems on this blog are original unless otherwise stated.
• Posted with BlogPress for iPhone.
By J. R. A. Gigney
I watch your neck as you swallow,
Wishing to place a kiss there,
And then on your lips,
Then wherever you wish me to.
Your skin excites me,
I want to stroke,
I want to touch,
To feel every part.
I watch you undress,
I watch the muscle rippling under the skin,
Knowing that I'll be with you,
Knowing that I'll be in your arms.
• All poems on this blog are original unless otherwise stated.
• Posted with BlogPress for iPhone.
Location:Green Trees Ave,,United Kingdom
Wednesday, 9 February 2011
Friends
Friends
By J. R. A. Gigney
Friends are there to make you laugh,
To support you when no other can,
They tell you when you go to far,
But sometimes it hurts...
Friends are there to be loved,
To talk to when you're down.
I adore my friends and all that they stand for,
But today they made me cry...
• All poems on this blog are original unless otherwise stated.
• Posted with BlogPress for iPhone.
By J. R. A. Gigney
Friends are there to make you laugh,
To support you when no other can,
They tell you when you go to far,
But sometimes it hurts...
Friends are there to be loved,
To talk to when you're down.
I adore my friends and all that they stand for,
But today they made me cry...
• All poems on this blog are original unless otherwise stated.
• Posted with BlogPress for iPhone.
Meet Me
Meet Me
By J. R. A. Gigney
Meet me at the end of the lane,
So I can explain,
Before I go insane,
Before it starts to rain.
Meet me at the end of the street,
So we can go to eat
At the Cafe Beat,
Where I buy you a treat.
Meet me in the place under the stars,
Where there's no bars,
Or loads of cars,
And no noisy guitars.
Meet me at the end of the World,
As it becomes unfurled,
As it becomes uncurled,
Loving at the end of the world.
Meet me in the heart of my dream,
Somewhere unseen,
So love will seem,
Just our true dream...
Meet me in outer space,
That'll be our place,
Just us face to face,
Immortal in outer space...
• All poems on this blog are original unless otherwise stated.
• Posted with BlogPress for iPhone.
By J. R. A. Gigney
Meet me at the end of the lane,
So I can explain,
Before I go insane,
Before it starts to rain.
Meet me at the end of the street,
So we can go to eat
At the Cafe Beat,
Where I buy you a treat.
Meet me in the place under the stars,
Where there's no bars,
Or loads of cars,
And no noisy guitars.
Meet me at the end of the World,
As it becomes unfurled,
As it becomes uncurled,
Loving at the end of the world.
Meet me in the heart of my dream,
Somewhere unseen,
So love will seem,
Just our true dream...
Meet me in outer space,
That'll be our place,
Just us face to face,
Immortal in outer space...
• All poems on this blog are original unless otherwise stated.
• Posted with BlogPress for iPhone.
Location:Green Trees Ave,,United Kingdom
Body
Body
By J. R. A. Gigney
My body hates me!
It cracks
It aches
It screams
It pounds
It fights back when I least expect it!
It fails just when I need it...
My body hates me.
It really does!
• All poems on this blog are original unless otherwise stated.
• Posted with BlogPress for iPhone.
By J. R. A. Gigney
My body hates me!
It cracks
It aches
It screams
It pounds
It fights back when I least expect it!
It fails just when I need it...
My body hates me.
It really does!
• All poems on this blog are original unless otherwise stated.
• Posted with BlogPress for iPhone.
Location:Green Trees Ave,,United Kingdom
Tuesday, 8 February 2011
Philomath
philomath
[FIL-uh-math]
Definition: a lover of learning; a scholar.
-noun
1. A lover of learning; a scholar.
Examples:
1. It is precisely for the philomaths that universities ought to cater.
Aldous Huxley, Proper Studies
2. It's nothing to laugh about, he says. "Strange things happen in this country -- things that philosophers and other philomaths had never dreamed of."
Tomek Tryzna, Miss Nobody
• All poems on this blog are original unless otherwise stated.
• Posted with BlogPress for iPhone.
[FIL-uh-math]
Definition: a lover of learning; a scholar.
-noun
1. A lover of learning; a scholar.
Examples:
1. It is precisely for the philomaths that universities ought to cater.
Aldous Huxley, Proper Studies
2. It's nothing to laugh about, he says. "Strange things happen in this country -- things that philosophers and other philomaths had never dreamed of."
Tomek Tryzna, Miss Nobody
• All poems on this blog are original unless otherwise stated.
• Posted with BlogPress for iPhone.
Love - A Few Short Poems
Love - A Few Short Poems
By J. R. A. Gigney
It feels strange to have love
It feels strange to be loved
After all the hurt
After all the pain
••••••••••
You give me the love that I wanted,
I return that love because I can.
Once I felt life was extremely bad...
Now it's not because you're there...
••••••••••
Take me in your arms and hold me,
Place me in your heart forever.
Take me by the hand and guide me,
Lead me through ev'ry endeavour.
••••••••••
Pull me to you
Kiss me once
Hold my head to your breast.
Run your hands across my head,
Kiss my eyes,
And in your arms I'll rest...
Written 3 February 2011
Revised 8 February 2011
• All poems on this blog are original unless otherwise stated.
• Posted with BlogPress for iPhone.
By J. R. A. Gigney
It feels strange to have love
It feels strange to be loved
After all the hurt
After all the pain
••••••••••
You give me the love that I wanted,
I return that love because I can.
Once I felt life was extremely bad...
Now it's not because you're there...
••••••••••
Take me in your arms and hold me,
Place me in your heart forever.
Take me by the hand and guide me,
Lead me through ev'ry endeavour.
••••••••••
Pull me to you
Kiss me once
Hold my head to your breast.
Run your hands across my head,
Kiss my eyes,
And in your arms I'll rest...
Written 3 February 2011
Revised 8 February 2011
• All poems on this blog are original unless otherwise stated.
• Posted with BlogPress for iPhone.
Urbanside
Urbanside
By J. R. A. Gigney
What are these buildings?
Am I urbanside?
Who are all these people?
Must be urbanside...
Walking around like the living dead,
Not had enough sleep...
Pollution swirls around them,
Their cellphones whine in discordant protest.
So this is Urbanside...
Written 15 January 2011
Revised 8 February 2011
• All poems on this blog are original unless otherwise stated.
• Posted with BlogPress for iPhone.
By J. R. A. Gigney
What are these buildings?
Am I urbanside?
Who are all these people?
Must be urbanside...
Walking around like the living dead,
Not had enough sleep...
Pollution swirls around them,
Their cellphones whine in discordant protest.
So this is Urbanside...
Written 15 January 2011
Revised 8 February 2011
• All poems on this blog are original unless otherwise stated.
• Posted with BlogPress for iPhone.
Location:Green Trees Ave,,United Kingdom
Market
Market
By J. R. A. Gigney
Hey People!
Come along!
We're waiting here,
To sell you stuff,
In Walthamstow,
Where things ain't rough.
The longest Market,
Lots of stalls,
Lots to sell,
Lots of balls!
Vegetables,
To make you healthy.
Come and buy,
To make us wealthy...
So come along,
And browse,
Then spend some cash!
On those lovely goods,
Of which we're proud!
Written 15 January 2011
As challenged by J. A. Bird
• All poems on this blog are original unless otherwise stated.
• Posted with BlogPress for iPhone.
By J. R. A. Gigney
Hey People!
Come along!
We're waiting here,
To sell you stuff,
In Walthamstow,
Where things ain't rough.
The longest Market,
Lots of stalls,
Lots to sell,
Lots of balls!
Vegetables,
To make you healthy.
Come and buy,
To make us wealthy...
So come along,
And browse,
Then spend some cash!
On those lovely goods,
Of which we're proud!
Written 15 January 2011
As challenged by J. A. Bird
• All poems on this blog are original unless otherwise stated.
• Posted with BlogPress for iPhone.
Location:Green Trees Ave,,United Kingdom
Churchbank
Churchbank
By J. R. A. Gigney
Little oblong slice of green,
Surrounded by the living boxes,
Hiding from the outside chaos,
Hidey hole to slide back into,
You triple lock your doors,
To shut out the World,
Yet you look out at the green,
Wondering,
Dreaming of space,
Little oblong slice of green,
Lost in an urbanised brick lined jungle.
Written 15 January 2011
• All poems on this blog are original unless otherwise stated.
• Posted with BlogPress for iPhone.
By J. R. A. Gigney
Little oblong slice of green,
Surrounded by the living boxes,
Hiding from the outside chaos,
Hidey hole to slide back into,
You triple lock your doors,
To shut out the World,
Yet you look out at the green,
Wondering,
Dreaming of space,
Little oblong slice of green,
Lost in an urbanised brick lined jungle.
Written 15 January 2011
• All poems on this blog are original unless otherwise stated.
• Posted with BlogPress for iPhone.
Bloody Cats
Bloody Cats
By J. R. A. Gigney
Bloody cats!
I love 'em when they're purring,
Or when they do something funny.
Kittens are wonderful,
But they grow up you see.
When they're big they knock you over,
They try to get your food,
And then they bring you live presents,
That put you in a bad mood.
Yet I love 'em,
I don't know why.
Bloody Cats
They get to you,
They don't even need to try!
BLOODY CATS!!!
• All poems on this blog are original unless otherwise stated.
• Posted with BlogPress for iPhone.
By J. R. A. Gigney
Bloody cats!
I love 'em when they're purring,
Or when they do something funny.
Kittens are wonderful,
But they grow up you see.
When they're big they knock you over,
They try to get your food,
And then they bring you live presents,
That put you in a bad mood.
Yet I love 'em,
I don't know why.
Bloody Cats
They get to you,
They don't even need to try!
BLOODY CATS!!!
• All poems on this blog are original unless otherwise stated.
• Posted with BlogPress for iPhone.
Location:Green Trees Ave,,United Kingdom
Monday, 7 February 2011
I like men
I Like Men
By J R A Gigney
Right!
I appreciate the way,
You've come,
To chat me up today.
But let me tell you straight,
It's not because you're twenty-eight.
You're a woman you see,
And that matters to me
Because,
I Like Men.
Like you I want a man,
And to get in his pants if I can.
Is that your brother over there?
Yeah the one with short blonde hair.
He's beautiful you see,
And looks just right to me.
Is he straight or is he gay?
Would he go out with me today?
You see,
I Like Men
• All poems on this blog are original unless otherwise stated.
• Posted with BlogPress for iPhone.
By J R A Gigney
Right!
I appreciate the way,
You've come,
To chat me up today.
But let me tell you straight,
It's not because you're twenty-eight.
You're a woman you see,
And that matters to me
Because,
I Like Men.
Like you I want a man,
And to get in his pants if I can.
Is that your brother over there?
Yeah the one with short blonde hair.
He's beautiful you see,
And looks just right to me.
Is he straight or is he gay?
Would he go out with me today?
You see,
I Like Men
• All poems on this blog are original unless otherwise stated.
• Posted with BlogPress for iPhone.
Location:Green Trees Ave,,United Kingdom
Pain (contains swearing)
Pain
By J R A Gigney
Pain tells you when your body's hurt!
Pain can be fucking awful.
Pain is shit when you have to much,
And pain is far to heavy
Apparently it can sometimes do you good,
It let's you know your limits.
Bit I wish that it would go away,
So I can dump the morphine.
• All poems on this blog are original unless otherwise stated.
• Posted with BlogPress for iPhone.
By J R A Gigney
Pain tells you when your body's hurt!
Pain can be fucking awful.
Pain is shit when you have to much,
And pain is far to heavy
Apparently it can sometimes do you good,
It let's you know your limits.
Bit I wish that it would go away,
So I can dump the morphine.
• All poems on this blog are original unless otherwise stated.
• Posted with BlogPress for iPhone.
Location:Green Trees Ave,,United Kingdom
The Poet On The Bridge
The Poet On The Bridge
By J R A Gigney
There he stands,
Lonely
Contemplating.
Watching the water flow,
Watching the fish,
Swim against the fast current.
Swans paddle silently,
Their cygnets nearby.
But there he stands,
Just staring
Composing
Mentally writing lines.
There he stands,
A notebook in his pocket.
A pen slipped into the spring,
Binding the pages together.
But there he stands,
The Poet On The Bridge,
His lifes work,
In his own hands...
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By J R A Gigney
There he stands,
Lonely
Contemplating.
Watching the water flow,
Watching the fish,
Swim against the fast current.
Swans paddle silently,
Their cygnets nearby.
But there he stands,
Just staring
Composing
Mentally writing lines.
There he stands,
A notebook in his pocket.
A pen slipped into the spring,
Binding the pages together.
But there he stands,
The Poet On The Bridge,
His lifes work,
In his own hands...
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Location:Green Trees Ave,,United Kingdom
Drowsy Not Awake
Drowsy Not Awake
By J R A Gigney
My eyes feel heavy,
My heart is slowing,
My head is feeling wrong.
I'm drowsy not awake,
But drowsy.
I want to sleep,
But I'm not ready yet,
Still to awake
But drowsy...
At this time
Nothing makes sense,
Nothing in sync or in time.
I'm drowsy not awake,
I'm heading for sleep,
Drowsy not awake inside.
I'm trying to keep my head up,
I still got things to do.
I'm drowsy not awake,
Strange term
Strange time
Drowsy not awake too.
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By J R A Gigney
My eyes feel heavy,
My heart is slowing,
My head is feeling wrong.
I'm drowsy not awake,
But drowsy.
I want to sleep,
But I'm not ready yet,
Still to awake
But drowsy...
At this time
Nothing makes sense,
Nothing in sync or in time.
I'm drowsy not awake,
I'm heading for sleep,
Drowsy not awake inside.
I'm trying to keep my head up,
I still got things to do.
I'm drowsy not awake,
Strange term
Strange time
Drowsy not awake too.
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Location:Green Trees Ave,,United Kingdom
Moody
Moody
By J R A Gigney
Moody...
Laugh
Cry
Laugh
Cry
Strangely up
Definitely down
Wanna play
Just go away
Come talk to me
Fuck off will you!
Hormonal instability
Hormonal stability
Brain flux
Moody fucks
Gimme time I'll get over it...
I need your help!
Moody...
Are you listening?
You don't give a shit do you?
Hahahahahahahahaha!
Oh sod it!
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By J R A Gigney
Moody...
Laugh
Cry
Laugh
Cry
Strangely up
Definitely down
Wanna play
Just go away
Come talk to me
Fuck off will you!
Hormonal instability
Hormonal stability
Brain flux
Moody fucks
Gimme time I'll get over it...
I need your help!
Moody...
Are you listening?
You don't give a shit do you?
Hahahahahahahahaha!
Oh sod it!
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Micheal
Michael
By J R A Gigney
Genius is an overused word,
But you fitted it just right.
Yes you had your flaws,
Your hangers on,
Advised you wrong at times.
The music lives on still,
It rises above your life story.
It's what you'll be remembered for,
It rises above the mire.
I may have had my doubts at times,
I may have thought bad things.
But listening to your music,
Makes me smile.
I'm sorry that I doubted your integrity,
I've changed my opinion.
I listen to your music again,
Mr Jackson you were a glory.
- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone
By J R A Gigney
Genius is an overused word,
But you fitted it just right.
Yes you had your flaws,
Your hangers on,
Advised you wrong at times.
The music lives on still,
It rises above your life story.
It's what you'll be remembered for,
It rises above the mire.
I may have had my doubts at times,
I may have thought bad things.
But listening to your music,
Makes me smile.
I'm sorry that I doubted your integrity,
I've changed my opinion.
I listen to your music again,
Mr Jackson you were a glory.
- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone
Sunday, 6 February 2011
A Man
A Man
By J R A Gigney
If a man wants to be a man,
He should learn to cry.
If a man wants to be a man,
Humility he should learn by and by.
If a man wants to be loved,
Tenderness should be his goal.
If a man wants to escape,
He should not trap himself in a hole.
If a man wants to live his life,
Then what must be must be.
And if you want to be my man,
Then just love me for me...
- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone
By J R A Gigney
If a man wants to be a man,
He should learn to cry.
If a man wants to be a man,
Humility he should learn by and by.
If a man wants to be loved,
Tenderness should be his goal.
If a man wants to escape,
He should not trap himself in a hole.
If a man wants to live his life,
Then what must be must be.
And if you want to be my man,
Then just love me for me...
- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone
Saturday, 5 February 2011
My Honey
My Honey
By J R A Gigney
My Honey is a lovely boy,
My Honey's eleven years younger.
I long to hold my honey in my arms,
I long to caress him all over.
- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone
By J R A Gigney
My Honey is a lovely boy,
My Honey's eleven years younger.
I long to hold my honey in my arms,
I long to caress him all over.
- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone
Loving
LOVING
BY J R A GIGNEY
I am so much in love with you,
You are the only one I want to be with.
Life would have no meaning without you,
My heart to you I give.
Loving you feels so right,
It simply can't be wrong.
When I lay alone at night,
It's in your loving arms I dream to belong...
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BY J R A GIGNEY
I am so much in love with you,
You are the only one I want to be with.
Life would have no meaning without you,
My heart to you I give.
Loving you feels so right,
It simply can't be wrong.
When I lay alone at night,
It's in your loving arms I dream to belong...
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Location:Green Trees Ave,,United Kingdom
Friday, 4 February 2011
Okay
Okay. I have up days down days and emotional days. Today was one of the emotional days. I love my boyfriend to bits but even he can't stop the emotional days. I just burst into tears for no reason at all. And I dunno why. I don't know why...
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Verify me!
Ooh now I blog on me phone too.
The Poet On The Bridge is me. Lol
I'm gay and like loads of things like the picky above. Oh well most of the postings will be one on my pc though.
- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone
The Poet On The Bridge is me. Lol
I'm gay and like loads of things like the picky above. Oh well most of the postings will be one on my pc though.
- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone
Location:Green Trees Ave,,United Kingdom
Hold Me
Hold Me
By J R A Gigney
Hold my hand my loving man,
Let me kiss your lips.
Hold my arm my lover,
Let me touch your hips.
Hold me in your arms my sweet,
I will cuddle you forever.
Take me to your bed my love,
Let's make love together
By J R A Gigney
Hold my hand my loving man,
Let me kiss your lips.
Hold my arm my lover,
Let me touch your hips.
Hold me in your arms my sweet,
I will cuddle you forever.
Take me to your bed my love,
Let's make love together
Thursday, 3 February 2011
If You Were Here
IF YOU WERE HERE
BY J R A GIGNEY
If you were here,
I'd be holding you.
If you were here,
I'd be happy.
If you were here,
I'd be kissing you.
If you were here,
I'd be me.
BY J R A GIGNEY
If you were here,
I'd be holding you.
If you were here,
I'd be happy.
If you were here,
I'd be kissing you.
If you were here,
I'd be me.
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