My Love

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


• Dedicated to Ronaldo

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

Kingfisher

• Dedicated to Twitchers

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

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.
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Squiggly Piggy in the middle,
Squadgy Podgy up the flue.
Silly Billy down the centre,
Gobble Wobble follows too...
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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!
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Wibble wobble
Dibble dobble
Squiggly squire quiggly
Neon Napier niggly
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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