Below are some of my own writings, well I never said I was good at it!
Ode to the Lollypop
published 1997
We are the lolly ladies,
We stand upon the road,
You’ll see us there almost every day,
With a runny nose,
It’s bright Red in the winter,
From wind and rain and snow,
It’s just as bad in summer,
When the sun burn starts to glow.
We are the lolly ladies,
On us you can depend,
To get you safe across the road,
Then get you back again,
We are the lolly ladies,
We are a hardy breed,
Come rain or shine or gale
We deliver what you need.
Lament for poor old Pluto
Poor old Pluto,
They’ve done you in.
A planet no longer,
Where to begin.
You’re not big enough
Their evil reply.
They don’t say that to posh,
I wonder why.
So now you’re a star,
So twinkle away.
To me dear old Pluto,
You’re a planet anyway.
I love my Cats
These were wrote in 1996 by little old me. (Are you sure you want to read on)?
Cat
I have a little cat,
he eats up all his tea,
what really makes me mad is,
when he pukes it up on me.
Val
How I envy her shiny hair,
her sleek, slim body,
her graceful air.
Her almond eyes with their spark of light.
She’s never rushed,
just stands and stares,
sometimes with a contemptuous glare.
I watch her as she grooms herself,
then stretches out,
to curl into a ball and sleep.
Duck
I had a little duck,
I called it half-past ten,
why I’ll never know,
so lets just start again
(Look I never said I was good at it.)
(I was depressed when I wrote this).
Life
Dry,
dead,
dusty,
streets.
Rain,
drops
all
gone,
taking
with
them
the
last
eternal
hopes
of
man
( 1996)
(1997)
(For all Bikers who use cars in the rain).
I am a big butch biker,
you’ll see me in the town,
when the sky is blue and bright,
and the sun is shining down.
But when the sky turns grey and black
and frost is on the ground,
you’ll find me tucked up safe and sound
with a little frown.
Star
There’s a special star in heaven,
who watches over you everyday,
he’ll love and protect you forever,
cause angles are made that way.
I wrote the poem above for three children who had lost their father.
Life
“What is the meaning of life?”
I asked a man I know,
He shrugged his shoulders, scratched his nose,
And told me all his woes.
Life is all up’s and down’s
It’s laughter, smiles and frowns
And when at last we take eternal sleep,
The meaning of life becomes complete.
Ode to Watercress
Watercress Watercress
You peppery thing,
When put on my plate
You make my heart sing.
Raw on a plate
Or hot in a soup,
With goats cheese or Gruyere
You make me go whoop!
Watercress watercress
All green and crunchy,
All full of Iron
And very munchy
Watercress watercress
How I love you,
You grow in the water
How I wish I could too!
Panic! There are only 28 weeks to Christmas.
(sing this to the tune of Santa Claus is coming to town)
I’m making my list and checking it twice,
got to find out if my money will survive,
Shopping trips are coming right up.
I know I have the internet
And all that it can offer
I know I have the catalogue
But the cash I’m not to sure.
Shopping trips are coming to town.
Story’s
Her
I look down at the knife in my hand and then at her. I couldn’t see why I’d been so jealous.
We’d been married (happily I thought), for nearly 12 years. Then we moved here and made new friends, that is when things started to go wrong. I should have realized sooner.
It all started about 6 months ago. First of all his once a month evenings out turned to two, then three, followed by weekends, I didn’t know what to do. If I complained would he go out with her all the more? So I kept quiet and hoped it would be a ten minute wonder. That was my mistake, I see that now. I should have said something about the time and money he’d been spending on her. The final straw came when he started to talk about her in his sleep that was when I decided I would put an end to it once and for all.
I took the sharpest knife I could find, I knew where to find her.
I looked down at the knife in my hand, how could I have been so jealous?
I can hear the dripping of her life liquid; I see the cuts and scratches. I could plead crime of passion; after all he can always take the bike to the garage.
By lom 1997
Jake’s Adventure
Jake looked at the chest. He was the last in his family’s line. It was up to him to save the village from the beast of the dark side. He lifted the lid and it creaked its annoyance at being opened after so long. Jack pulled back the blue cloak; there was his father’s sword, its jewelled handle glittering in the light. As he took up the sword he heard his fathers last words to him before he left, ‘Be good, look after your mother and sisters.’
Then his sisters had gone too. It seemed such a long time ago now.
Jake wrapped the cloak around him, took the sword and set off on his long journey. It wasn’t long before he came to the snowy mountain. Knowing this to be where the great bear lived, he started to climb. Suddenly from the corner of his eye he saw it.
The brown monster stood watching him as Jake took out his sword and waited. The bear took the first swing and missed; Jake hit out and caught the bear on the head. The bear grabbed Jake and they rolled over and over sending small stones and dust down the mountain. Jake gave one last push and the bear went over the side in a cloud of dust.
Jake continued on his journey, at long last he came to the opening of the tunnel that would lead to the entrance of the beast’s lair. To get to it he would have to crawl through the tunnel, Jake had nearly got to the end of the tunnel when he heard it. The beast was coming his way. He saw the door of the entrance slowly open and heard the thunderous voice call out ‘Jake’
Jake watched as the hand with its long fingers and sharp nails came towards him…
Jake was in trouble again. It wasn’t his fault, he was board when his sisters went to school and his dad was always at work. As he put his quilt back on the bed and picked up the building bricks, he gave teddy a hug. ‘Sorry’ he whispered, ‘I hope you didn’t hurt yourself when you fell.’
Jake heard the beast enter again,
‘Would you like a trip to the park?’ asked the beast.
‘Yes please mom’ smiled Jake.
By lom 1997
Better Things
I sat on the bus watching the snow spatter the window pane. I had been doing a little pre-Christmas shopping with Sue. Sue was an old friend, we had grown up together, she was the girl everyone liked even when she got straight A’s.
I had met her outside the hairdressers where she had been to have her already well coiffured hair coiffured again. She was waiting outside when I arrived, and was wearing a light blue suit that looked like it had been made just to fit her, with matching bag, shoes and earrings. She looked good, but then Sue would look good in a bin bag. I felt out of place stood next to her in my baggie jeans, battered trainers and too big anorak. Still the day went well; Sue had brought a couple of designer dresses, shoes and boots. I had brought a couple of pounds of potatoes, bread and meat. While we had a coffee Sue told me about all the Christmas parties she would be attending over the holiday and that she was flying off to the sun for the New Year. Of course she didn’t have a husband and kids to worry about, she’d been divorced some ten years now and done ‘very nicely for herself thank you very much.’ She had a good job, lovely home, holidays abroad and designer clothes, all the things I dreamt about.
We said our goodbyes and off she went in her red Porsche.
Only two stops to go and the snow had decided it was blizzard time! As I got off the bus I pulled the hood of my anorak up against the cold and wondered what would greet me when I got home. Unlike Sue’s I knew mine would not be tidy, some hope with two teenagers in residence. I turned into our road; our house looked like Blackpool illuminations. I walked through the front door to the all too familiar smell of cat, even with a cat flap and a litter tray ‘IT’ as she was known, insisted on doing what came naturally in the corner of the stairs. Music pumped from upstairs, (if you can call it music), and the pungent smell of nail varnish filled the living room, cups and plates littered the floor. As I dropped the shopping onto the kitchen table my so called better half walked through the door. ‘I’ll have a cup if you’re making one’ was the greeting I received.
Later that night, the kids out, I sat watching TV. I thought about Sue and her neat house, nice clothes and all the parties. I looked at our lop-sided tree with its fairy who now needed a piece of string around her neck to get her to stay upright and the mish-match of baubles and dead tinsel, the tatty suite where ‘IT’ had decided to have her kittens six months earlier in the year, and they in turn had decided to tunnel in one side and out of the other.
Then I looked at my husband who always reminds me of an over stuffed teddy.
Would I swap places with Sue?
Not on your life
By LOM 1996
One more ride
1996
Jane took one last look at herself, her new black and red leathers hugged her body. She allowed herself a little smile of approval. The sound of a horn signed the arrival of John, she popped her head around the living room door to say bye to her mom and dad. Her dad looked up over his paper, she knew that look it said ’He’ll kill you one day’.
Jane picked up her helmet the FM Matched John’s and her new leathers, outside John was waiting on his new ZZR 1100 he’d picked it up a couple of days before and had needed to get the ‘ feel’ before taking Jane out. As they pulled away Jane felt the force pulling her back, she was going to enjoy this, up onto the main road and they were off. The speed limit was 40, but John touched 60, who sticks to the speed limits these days anyway. Jane could see the lights in the distance and felt John slowing, he pulled neatly up to the lights, ‘he’s good ‘Jane thought. When the XR3I with its young driver pulled up beside them Jane tightened her grip, she knew what would happen. The car and bikes engine revving, the lights went from red to amber and off they both shot, but the XR3I was no match for the ZZR 1100, Jane thought she heard John laughing.
As they rounded a bend they saw the traffic, John twisted the throttle and took off up the outside of the traffic, if the lorry hadn’t been obscuring the crossing warning lights, and the van hadn’t have been so far over, John might have seen the lollypop lady a little sooner.
Jane felt the bike falling, John had tried to pull round the lollypop lady but there were already children on the crossing. John lost the bike. Jane felt her leg hit the floor then it was up and she was flying, she saw the safety rails just before she hit them.
It was hot in the helmet but for some reason her hands wouldn’t lift the visor, she could see John but from where she lay it looked like John was under a car, she couldn’t see the bike at all.
Jane woke with a start, she’d been dreaming again, it had been nearly 12 months and she’d relived the nightmare everyday, a tear ran down her face. Her mom appeared at the door, ‘The nurse will be here soon to help wash you, and then you will feel better.’ She hadn’t been able to go to John’s funeral, or the service for the three children that had been killed. The lollypop lady she had heard would need a stick for the rest of her life, how could she feel anything, sat in a chair paralysed from the neck down
