We all like to have a break, holiday - so here are a few words for those special days out!

Portugal memories

Moonlight shimmer

Empty beach

Shaft of glimmer

Out of reach.

 Cocktails flow

In full red moon

Twilight glow

Ends too soon.

Along the strip

Saturday night fever

Sixties trip

Daydream believer.

Irish pub

Drunken haze

Piri grub

This weeks' craze.

Gypsy market

Mosquito bites

Magic carpet

Dizzy heights.

African sells

Plastic tack

From watches to shells

With any old flack!

Pedlo dip

Atlantic sea

Enjoyed the trip

For Euro fee.

Copyright Linda Lawrence

May 2004

Sung to the tune of Amarillo

We've enjoyed our singsong

And the local wine that we're so fond.

But we've missed our England

And the music from our best bands.

And we've been bitten-

From foot to head!

And the Turtles have hidden-

But we've caught crabs instead......

Show me the way to ZanteIsland,

We'll be flying o'er the hot sands,

Dreaming dreams of ZanteIsland,

And sweet Sinbad who sings for us.

There's a music station,

88.6 for the nation,

Where they play some good tracks.

I am sure in time we will come back.

Every beach is pretty

Where we've laid our mat,

Now back to grime and city-

We've got our cases packed........

Copyright Linda Lawrence (competition for new version)

June 2005

Bulgaria

A child no more than thirteen, if she can

Sells her body to an elderly man.

Such poverty and paradise

Unfolds itself in front of our eyes.

A water park of slides and fun

Surrounded by poor mans' house in the sun.

built together with unsteady bricks

As we drink our cocktail of heady sips.

And as we drive 'cross Bulgarian land

All the peoples homes look so bland.

Remains of rule of communism,

Must feel free now out of their prison.

But as we reach the sun and sea

A different life for you and me.

A cheaper holiday in the sun

But at who's expense for our fun?

While we sit to wine and dine

The gypsies no nothing more than a life of crime.

So blatant, women of the night

You know this country is far from right.

And as I swim in Bulgarian sea

I'm oblivious to the poverty

And as I lay on their hot sand

I know not of the desperate people of this land.

Copyright Linda Lawrence

9th June 2006

Another world

Smell the whiff
Of some spliff,
Magic mushrooms,
Gothic tomb,
Silver moon.

Shop at 60's
retro 50's
Smelling musky,
Air is dusty
Vintage rusty.

T-shirts crude
Badges rude.
Buzzcocks buy.
'Never mind 
the bollocks' never dies.

Love the tack-
Nothing cack.
Feel the buzz
Pink fur and fuzz
Want to go back.

Black Goth
Noodles and broth
Ethnic cloth
Trying not to stare 
At creative hair!

Clothes adorn
Hangers with horns.
Glad we went;
Glad we spent;
Worth every Cent.

Every food under the sun,
Another world,
Thanks for the fun!
Picked a place to go at random
Northern line to market Camden.

Copyright Linda Lawrence

23rd April

Another world was a special poem because my daughter hates going shopping with me and visa versa- but it turned out to be a great day!