Untitled #1

He stands in the shadows.
He hides in the mind,
Occasionally screaming words,
Into the dark melee,
Of a troubled mind.

His eyes sharply focus,
On the images in the mind.
He deconstructs,
And reconstructs,
Thoughts and fears,
Into mood altering,
Reaction provoking,
Tirades of self doubt,
With few happy moments.

He is the monster inside.
The dark creature that perches,
On shoulders weighed down by worry.
He is the devil that rises,
In the chaos of life.


J R A Gigney (29 November 2012)

Dark Eyes

Dark eyes smouldering,
Beneath soft lids.
Long eyelashes,
Dark and vibrant,
Radiating the eyes,
Like the rays of a cartoon sun.

They say they're lenses,
That look into the soul of a man.
Yet they reveal nothing.
Nothing that a look or glance,
Can reveal.
Showing no more than is necessary;
No more than can be shown.

The colour fascinates.
The shape and position,
Cause first impressions,
That should not stick,
But do.

There is power in those eyes,
Determination,
Strength,
Kindness.
It's hard not to fall for the person beneath.
It's hard to stay neutral.



J R A Gigney (29 November 2012)

What a Farce

What a farce!
What a farce!
PCCs, what a farce!
Low turnout,
Leaves no doubt,
It's a farce!



J R A Gigney (16 November 2012)

Mantra

I am allowed to be grumpy.
I have the right to say no.
I am allowed to love who I want to.
I am allowed to go where I want to go.

I am allowed to be happy.
I have the right to be free.
I am allowed to say what I want to say.
I am allowed to be me!



J R A Gigney (16 November 2012)

Ditty to nowhere

There's a little green eyed dog god,
On the isle of Borrydoo.
Where all the natives live,
Upon a diet of hamster stew.
And the women start to sing,
About the things that they can brew.

There's a dirty great volcano,
At the centre of that isle.
And to climb it,
Takes a while.
But all the men who've done it,
Have done it with a smile.

Now the little green eyed dog god,
Makes them worship at an altar.
And sing long songs,
From a psalter.
And in this,
They must not falter.

There's a little green eyed dog god,
On the isle of Borrydoo.
Where the natives live,
Upon a diet of hamster stew.
And the women start to sing,
About the things that they can brew.


J R A Gigney (14 November 2012)

Grandpa in World War One

Stand

Stand.
Stand and watch.
Stand and listen.
Stand and talk.
Just stand.
Stand and clap.
Stand in silence.
Stand and shout.
But stand,
And be better for it...


J R A Gigney (12 November 2012)

Silence

The great bell tolls.
A gun fires.
Still the tolling of the time,
Then silence.
Seagulls screech in ignorance.
Leaves and grass rustle,
In the cold breeze,
As watery sun rays,
Illuminate the red paper petals.
Silent tears are shed.
Drops of salty water,
Run down worn faces.
Faces that were once young.
Eyes that have seen horror,
Stare into a long gone time,
But still fresh in their memories.
A gun sounds again.
Trumpets sound.
The silence gone,
But the thoughts,
Still with those now gone,
Those forever young.


J R A Gigney (11 November 2012, 11am)

Dedicated to my Grandpa Duncan and all those who've fought in war through the ages and around the World...

Not All...

Not all vampiric creatures,
Are cold blooded,
Cold hearted killers.
Some drink only by consent.
Some don't drink at all,
Gaining their sustenance,
From other sources.
Some even retain their humanity,
Though by nature they're now,
Not human.
Legends don't concern them.
Superstition makes them curious.
The first lust for blood,
Can make the newly,
Reborn dangerous,
But they hardly ever succumb.
Their goal is to preserve human life
They will protect humans,
As long as they exist.
This is the time of the Diurferatu,
And the Nosferatu.
This is the time of the Blacklight.

Not all vampiric creatures,
Are cold blooded,
Cold hearted killers...

J R A Gigney (5 November 2012)

Remember x2

Remember, remember
The sixth of November!
And stop letting ruddy fireworks off!!!

:-)

Beware The Jolly Fat Man (a not so serious tale)

Beware the jolly fat man,
He's coming for you.
He'll eat you out of house and home,
And even eat you too...

He'll devour all your fizzy drinks,
Directly from the bottle.
And when he's finished doing that,
It's you that he will throttle.

His jolliness is but skin deep,
He's really rather bad.
He won't think twice in killing you,
That's really rather sad...

Beware the jolly fat man,
He'll stop your blooming life.
And when he's finished doing that,
He'll start upon your wife....

Muhahahaha!




J R A Gigney (5 November 2012)

Double, double...

Double, double toil and trouble,
Toast doth burn,
And baked beans bubble.
Eggs and bacon,
Porridge too.
Kids a-screaming,
A chaos brew.
Kettle boiling,
Teapot ready.
Cups and saucers,
Remaining steady.
Meal's a-starting,
Slapped on the plates,
Chomping sounds,
At quite a rate.
All of a sudden,
The meal is over,
Washing up,
No one's in clover.
Then everyone,
Is out the door.
Some hours later,
They're back for more.
Double, double, toil and trouble,
Toast doth burn,
Spaghetti hoops bubble...


J R A Gigney (4 November 2012)

Inside...

I may look like I'm coping,
But inside I'm crying.
I may look fine,
But inside I'm crying.
The world outside slips by,
But inside I'm crying.
The sun shines on a cold day,
But inside I'm crying.
I still try to smile,
But inside I'm crying.
But inside I'm crying.



J R A Gigney (2 November 2012)

Remember...

Remember the love
That you once gave away;
That you held in your heart.
Do you remember that day?

Remember the feeling
Of affection for you;
Of complete attraction,
Between the two...

Remember the pain
That wells up inside;
That makes your gut twist,
And from which you can't hide.

Remember the thoughts
That shattered your mind;
That split you in two,
With words so unkind.

Remember the good things
That you have done,
Or that you have strived for,
Or that you have won.

Remember the love
That you'll always give,
And cherish its beauty,
So that you can live.

J R A Gigney (2 November 2012)