Queenie's Money

Oh dear, Phillip,
One is skint!
Call the Mint!
One needs some bloody money,
But one's skint.

One can't sell off the Palace,
The Corgis just can't go.
The Crown is in the Tower,
So ones money supply is low.

Ones bankers have got problems.
The taxman's on ones case.
There's got to be some bloody dough,
Stashed around this place.

Get off your bloody arias.
Look down the sofa's back
Find me all the moolah,
That one currently lacks!

Charles could sell off Cornwall,
And give one what he owes,
But he's too bloody busy,
Painting Camillas toes.

So,
Oh dear, Phillip,
One is skint!
Call the Mint!
One needs some bloody money,
But one's skint.



J R A Gigney
28 February 2013

Poem Number Forgotten

Past keeps haunting,
But past should be past.
Stay in the moment,
Or you're mind will fade fast.

J R A Gigney
11 February 2013

Poem number whatever

Don't know whether to laugh or cry.
Not even sure how to.
Taking stock of life again.
Feel like I'm never winning.
It's hard to sometimes look ahead,
Sometimes hard to step forward.
Trying to make me understand,
And other people too.
A part of me is losing again,
But another part just fights.
Sometimes in the wrong direction,
Partially in the right.
My mind just rambles.
I think too much,
Even when there's lots to do.
I can't stop my mind from racing,
Can't seem to fight the fears.
I'm not being a drama queen,
Like some people think.
Just honest...
Feels like I broke meself again...


J R A Gigney
11 February 2013

Fashionably Eccentric

Scream and shout all you like,
I won't move unless you're civil.
Push me and maybe I won't snap...
Then again maybe I will.
Call me mad if you like,
I know I'm not.
The monsters on my shoulders,
Just argue all the damn time.
The void in my head contains,
A very large singularity,
That sucks things in,
But won't let them out.
Push me around,
I may not push back,
But the look you'll get will chill you.
Call me nuts,
But I'm not nuts,
I'm fashionably eccentric!






J R A Gigney
7 February 2013

A piccy by me!

Musing again...

Oh for the touch of a lovers hand,
The warmth of the sun on your face.
That feeling of happiness,
Serenity and grace.

Oh for a rainbow after the storm,
The smell of newly mown grass.
The lightness of being,
Alone in the dark,
In a place that's no longer a farce.

Oh for the wit to be able to laugh,
At oneself and laugh with the others.
Oh for the grace to not frown at their jokes,
And not angrily slander their mothers.


J R A Gigney
5 February 2013

For Everyone

Memories will never fade,
As through life we slowly wade.
Never knowing where to turn,
Only knowing how to learn.
And when we all look above,
We will gain the power of love.


J R A Gigney
1 February 2013