Monday, 24 November 2014

Oh For Those Days...

I stepped inside

An old photograph

And sat with you a while

Your eyes though shocked

To see me

Couldn't hide the smile

That flitted 'cross

The rosy lips

That I knew so well

The very same

Whose teasing games

Had cast me under their spell

Oh for those days again

My love

When youths flush held us firm

When time was everlasting

For that young boy and his girl

Oh for those days once more

My love

And every night I pray

When next I step into

Your photograph

I'll finally get to stay

© Copyright Lynn Gerrard 2.8.2012


In a previous blog I introduced you to Ted... a character I developed in a series of writings I penned a while ago...He's a thirty something young man of best intentions and dubious outcomes with an insufferable old granny, whom he loves very much, despite her terminal irreverence to everything!...

You'll probably hear more of Granny in the future, but for now, Ted's dealing with...


"Listen Greg... 

For once in your miserable...insignificant...tedious...soddin' life do what you want to do! Stop being the pathetic, quivering, wimp that you are, who always succumbs to the wants of others, and have the balls to take control of your own bleak destiny!.

Do you enjoy being bullied? Eh?...Well?...Do you?...You gutless, weak willed failure!. Wake up! That's what's been happening to you, you spineless toad!

Look....we've been going over this for fecking hours now and you've gone from being completely resolute in your decision to, once again, letting those self serving voices gnaw into your lonely little brain cell and screw you up with doubt!

Think about this...when did any of those interfering bastards support you in what you wanted to do?. They spend all their time saying 'NO' and 'MUSTN'T'...and 'DON'T' when did they ever say to you...'So long as it makes you happy, Greg, we're behind you?'....Exf*ckingsactly!...Never!

Wasn't easy at school for you either Greg was it?. What did it say on your report?...Oh yeah..."Greg sets low personal standards...and consistently fails to achieve them"...Oh and..."Greg has delusions of adequacy". 

All your life you've let these people walk around your vacuous head and put you down...haven't you shorty?...Yes you bloody well have! 

So what if your own Mother said that as a child you were so ugly she had to be pissed to breast feed you!. Who cares if at the Maternity Hospital your incubator had tinted glass. You are bigger than all of this Greg...infact you're effin' massive...but you can be your own man if you just, for once, in your worthless, pointless, pitiful, meaningless what YOU want to do. 

Just because you haven't been successful in the past doesn't mean you wont be this for all those who are against you...well sod them what you set out to do whether they like it or not. it all the more because they don't fecking like it! Yeah...that'll show 'em!...

See that's a better attitude...look at you now!...raring to go and set to it!...That's the spirit!!...You'll feel a lot better when you've done it...I for one am already, quite proud of you...

....No need for thanks..."

A few days later Ted received this letter......

Dear Sir

I would like to take this opportunity to thank you for your interest in joining our team. I would also like to thank you for sparing us the time to actively take part in one of our live sessions. 

Unfortunately, however, all things considered, we do not feel the position offered is quite suitable for yourself and so, on this occasion, we must decline your application.

Wishing you every success in the future

I remain yours sincerely

Chief Samaritan North West Division

Jane Savem.


Greg's family have requested you do not attend the funeral.

© Copyright Lynn Gerrard 2.8.2012

Sunday, 16 November 2014

The Light That Shines...

How sad it is

That sometimes

We only see the light

Which shines

Within the other

When the colours of our world

Are dulled by their exit from it

© Copyright Lynn Gerrard 2.8.2012

Thursday, 13 November 2014

Crazy Times...

They used to call us lunatics

But now that's not PC

And these days

You're underachieving

If you haven't got an OCD

I can't concentrate

On what my doctor says

'Cos apparently I've got ADHD

And my mind's just a mess

Of  unparallelled stress

Thanks to PTSD, so says he!

Weight's been a bit of a problem

Doc said that was all in my head

As he glared into my eyes

Said your BMI'S fine

Whilst I flushed at my HBP's strength!

And that's when it suddenly hit me

The cause of my problem was plain

After years of frustration

And personal damnation

Abbreviation was really to blame!

© Copyright Lynn Gerrard 2.8.2012

The Land of the Lost...

Where you walk now

So once did they

Their shadowed souls

Now mark the way

To where your shape

May one day dwell

In the Land of the Lost

Between Heaven and Hell

Poem only  © Copyright Lynn Gerrard 2.8.2012

Monday, 10 November 2014

My Tears...

I cry not

For the emptiness

Of this day

Nor the loneliness

Of yesterday

My tears

Are for the company

Of tomorrow

© Copyright Lynn Gerrard 2.8.2012

Sunday, 9 November 2014

Acid Bath...


That acid bath

Of emotion

Stripping away

Sanity and sense

One loathsome layer

At a time

Poem only © Copyright Lynn Gerrard 2.8.2012