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Sometimes

Some times it’s would be nice to be asked; not told.
Sometimes it would be nice to be held; not hold.
Sometimes it would be nice to talk; not scold.
Sometimes it would be nice to admire; not despair.
Sometimes it would be nice to relax; not collapse.
Sometimes it would be nice to be respected; not rejected.

Breda Ware

 

Borrowed Time

 

Now that I’m living on borrowed time,
Thoughts and feelings come to mind.
Of things I truly need to say,
Before I’m permanently taken away.

Mistakes I’ve made many or few,
Not intentional, to hurt or harm you.
Memories held at one time strong,
Sadly fading soon forgotten; gone.

Failings, mistakes many ’tis true’,
Never intended or directed at you.
Bonds held strong alas, sadly gone,
Exists now only in ballads or song.

Perfume once worn a intimate smell,
Indistinguishable unable to tell.
What I wore and how I dressed,
Eventually will vanish come to rest.

All that’s left for me to say,
In readiness for that fateful day.
Is closure before I end my days,
Grant me only this much I pray.

Breda Ware

 

 

Ode to Widget

Ode to Widget

Truly a little treasure you are to us,
Lovingly loyal and full of trust.
Always eager, for a cuddle or fuss.

You’re wickedly mischievous,
Always getting into stuff,
Even though at times, it makes us cuss.

Attention seeking, you’ve mastered well,
With bright button eyes and a wagging tail.
You know it works; it never fails!

Breda Ware

 

 

Broken (Skeltonic Verse)

Why you got to do the things you do?
Is it cause you like being the fool?
Why you wasted time at school?
Hell bent on breaking every rule.

Why you got to shame me so?
Broken should I now let go?
Why you do like what you do?
I’d appreciate some kind of clue.

Why you got to disrespect me so?
Is it cause you want me to let go?
Why you got to run with the pack?
You can do better than that.

Why you need to break my heart?
Do you enjoy tearing me apart?
Why you torture me the way you do?
When all I want is the best for you.

Why you got to do what you do?
Why must I serve time for you?
Why you always bringing up the past?
Today might well be my last!

Breda Ware

 

 

 

 

 

In My Dreams

 I saw you in my dreams last night,
Surrendering, no need to take flight.
You held me close so very tight,
Effortless, didn’t put up a fight.
Tenderly held with all your might,
Slumbering peacefully toward first light.
Looking on such a tranquil sight,
Fills my heart with pure delight.

Awoke by a blinding pure white light,
Desperate to seek the previous sight,
Of you cradling me through the night.
Arms flailing, jerking madly as a kite,
As I struggle with all my might.
To regain that sublime, precious sight.
Fearing the worst I take fright,
Backing away from that celestial light.

A gentle kiss you plant on tired eyes,
Instantly removed from that cruel demise.
The morning chorus from the early bird,
With much relief is clearly heard.
Listening to his joyful song,
Beneath the covers where I belong.

Breda Ware 

Ole McFly’s Flight

Ole McFly was a funny old guy,
A funny old guy was Ole McFly.
With a ticket tucked in a grubby flat cap,
Jacket fashioned from an old grain sack.
Sets off for the airport to take a flight,
Travelling through the dead of night.

Ole McFly was a strange old guy,
A strange old guy was Ole McFly.
Folk open mouthed stood and stared,
As he rode in astride his loyal mare.
Handing her over to Rose McFlay,
For the duration while he’s away.

Ole McFly that peculiar old guy,
A peculiar old guy was Ole McFly.
Didn’t hanker on long goodbyes,
He had no notion how to fly.
Luggage none; other than a sack,
Which he carried upon his back.

Ole McFly was a comely old guy,
A gentle old guy was Ole McFly.
With child like twinkle in his eye,
Watch’s in awe clouds passing by.
McMoucha awaits his arrival in a cart,
Eager for new adventures to start.

Breda Ware

 

Four Seasons

Summer retreats in such a flurry,
Pastel petticoats assembled in a hurry.
Colours of vivid greens, yellow, lilacs and blue.
Warm days and barmy nights taken to renew.

Autumn’s ingress its sultry move,
Primed a performance in familiar mood.
Trees and fauna draped in velvet robes,
Colours of rich reds, chestnut, orange and gold

Winter generates an entrance with a bite,
Frosty mornings, snow, pure blinding white.
With grey dank days and bitter cold nights,
Logs on fires burning hot and bright.

Spring’s advent burst forth with all its might,
Awakening colours, reborn once more to delight.
Song birds on wing eager to return,
Green buds of new life appear, all around.

Breda Ware

 

Judas

Judge & Jury

Who are you to judge me, you sanctimonious ‘git’.
Bringing up the past like that, an underhanded trick.
How dare you be little me, do you take me to be that thick?
Making out your so perfect, your behaviour makes me sick.

I who gave loyalty and support, when life wasn’t treating you right.
Now all I get back from you, is anger, contempt and spite.
What on earth possessed you to want to pick a fight,
On such happy occasion, it simply wasn’t right.

No longer am I left feeling, inadequate second best.
You’ve made it perfectly clear, for the need to invest,
In preserving a one sided relationship, I sadly must confess,
For my own self preservation, must put to rest.

Your condescending attitude, quite frankly leaves me flat,
Dismayed and sadden that you’ve turned out as such a rat.
True colours exposed, laid out bare for all to see,
Others joy you reverted, as bitterness directly fired at me.

The rage and anger evidently within your head,
Planted there by others, willingly consumed, spoon fed.
All the while the organ grinder plays his tune,
While you the monkey are simply lead.

Now in the knowledge you love me less,
I have sadly accepted and addressed.
That remarks uttered and cruel words you have said,
Puts me in mind, you’d rather I was dead.

Breda Ware

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