Up at five
Checking her stocking,
Held on till seven
Before she comes knocking.
“How many days to Christmas?”
Her sleepy brother asks
Today IS Christmas,
Let’s get unwrapping!
Category: Poetry
Christmas wrapping
Reveals
Star Wars toys,
To small boy’s joy.
R2D2 warps time.
That was me too
Thirty five years ago.
Midweek fixture
Mild and misty
Floodlights blaze
Across green baize
Buzz of anticipation
Feisty crowd
Chanting and waving
Whistle blows
Mid-table foes
Huff and puff
Goalmouth scrambles
Fans up, fans down
Sitting and standing
Oohs and Ahhs
Ebbs and flows
Away goals
Set us jumping
Then a rapid comeback
Rouses the locals
Even stevens
Until the last ten minutes
Become a thriller
An 89th minute goal
Is the killer
Which lifts the roof
For us, the visitors
A happy ending.
Heavy burdens were carried lightly (see below) and a cracking mid-table dust-up took our minds off everything else. There is a magic about a night match, there’s something about the floodlights and cold night air. A cracker.
Chemicals
Walls
Pumps
Engines
Replicators
Blobs
Bumps
Fins
Legs
Running
Chasing
Killing
Eating
Tools
Thinking
Self
Awareness
Symbols
Words
Memories
Paf
Ashes
Dust
Chemicals
Six months waiting
With bated breath
New iPhones are out
But nowhere has them ‘in’
My mail order racehorse
Lost out to the missus’s high street nag
She got her’s first
Increasing my thirst
Until
One Monday night
The doorbell rings
A son sprinting
Courier grinning
Special delivery
For Dad
iPhone 4
S for special
Mmmm
Apple products
Perfectly wrapped
And me
At last
Perfectly rapt.
Steve Jobs RIP
Achilles & Aristotle 