Monday, 15 September 2014

Dancing in the Shade...



All is not lost

Have ye more faith

The light may dim

And in shadow bathe

Still, in the darkness

Should you gaze

You'll catch the colours

Dancing in the shade


© Copyright Lynn Gerrard 2.8.2012

Saturday, 13 September 2014

Who Knows...



With each breath that I take

How deep? ~~ How deep?


With each beat of my heart

How strong? ~~ How strong?


With each promise I make

How true? ~~ How true?


For as long as I live

How long ~~ How long?



Who knows ~~


© Copyright Lynn Gerrard 2.8.2012

Figments and Fallacies...



Tomorrow is an illusion

Today is a lie

Yesterday is a mythical place

Where dreams are left to die



Poem only  © Copyright Lynn Gerrard 2.8.2012

Thursday, 11 September 2014

Ranting an' Raging....



Life found me wandering the streets at daft o'clock, the other morning, on my way to a hospital appointment. 


You see, I suffer from a chronic condition known as Premature Evacuation, whereby I am compelled to leave the house much earlier than necessary 'cos the fear of being late acts as an overly powerful laxative, the results of which can prove quite limiting to ones travels!!



Anyway, fancying a carefully timed coffee along the way, I was lured by a fluorescent 'Cafe Open' sign...and, based upon this invite, made my move to enter. I'd barely put my toe beyond the open door when a disgruntled voice spat...

"We're not open yet" 


Honing in on the source of this melodious welcome, my eyes met with a face whose expression was as warming as a blast chiller and decorated with enough paint to suffocate a clown!!

"Erm...your sign says 'Open'...and your door confirmed this!" I offered, with a raised challenging brow.


"Five more minutes yet" came the response, said through teeth gritted so firmly I worried I'd suffer shrapnel from her fillings!



I quickly construed that the cause of her monosyllabic mumblings was partly due to the weight of her make-up having semi-paralysed her face...and partly due to the fact that the enormous effort of dialogue was, obviously,  way beyond the limitations of her cognitive ability!

So, without wishing to complicate her day any further by putting more pressure on her brain cell to formulate a coherent sentence...I left her to enjoy the company of her mental void...and continued on my way.



Well, things didn't go any better at the hospital. Without affording me any eye contact whatsoever the receptionist continuously botched my name and details up because she hadn't taken the time to read my particulars properly.


As a result she was looking at someone else's file...and she repeated this cock-up three effin' times with three different files belonging to three different people!...and all with the gaiety of a death row inmate.

Furthermore...behind the desk where she stood...in full view of the public...sat a notice taped to a computer which served to remind staff to 'Smile' at patients, especially when talking to them on the phone 'because they will hear it in your voice'.

Hey! why stop there?...maybe you could lighten the mood of a text by adding similar..."you've got cancer 'smiley face...LOL' "...how about that?

It's worrying enough that it was deemed necessary to implement this 'Idiot's Guide To Common Decency'...but knowing that the person dealing with me needed diagrams and maybe a DVD to demonstrate this complex maneuver...is soddin' tragic! 


Whilst I'm having this rant I'll tell you what else is pissing me off...

Why do we over-complicate things which are best understood in simple form?...


Some time ago, a colour coded weather warning system was introduced by the Met Office...



GREEN...No severe weather.

YELLOW...Be aware.


AMBER...Be prepared.


RED...Take action.



Is the weather forecast sponsored by Crayola?


What do you do if you're colour blind?


Wouldn't it be easier to ask a Sailor or a Shepherd?

What happened to a succinct weather forecast which simply stated whether or not it was going to be a shitty day?



And what's going on with all these different titles to weight issues?



Obese...Super Obese...Morbidly Obese...Super Morbidly Obese...

An 'expert' even defined one group as being...'Extreme Super Morbidly Obese'...there's no need for this!!!....It's almost encouraging people to upgrade!!...



Oh ok ok...I'll shut up now!! I could go on, but I'll save that for another time. You'll be glad to hear I've given myself a headache and nearly broken my typing finger through pummeling out my rage on the keyboard!...

But then of course...I'm not called The Grumbling Gargoyle for nothing!!...



© Copyright Lynn Gerrard 2.8.2012

The Sunday Gang...



The Sunday gang

Hands clasped in prayer

With a list of demands

Hoping their God will give a care

Ignoring the fact

As they're kneeling on their pews

Prayers are only answered

If that God believes in you!





Poem only  © Copyright Lynn Gerrard 2.8.2012



Wednesday, 10 September 2014

Serpents...



His words

Promised eternity

His touch

An assuring caress

But his soul

Belonged to

The devil

And his heart

Was a serpent's nest



Poem only  © Copyright Lynn Gerrard 2.8.2012

The Dark Side...



The dark side

Of your mind

Is where I sit

Delighting

As your black

Thoughts

Writhe and spit


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Poem only  © Copyright Lynn Gerrard 2.8.2012