Slim line Sublime/History

Slim line sublime

There are violins, A living thing,
A little Sting
In outer space with double bass!
A full orchestra, some soloists -
And in addition - a classical pianist!
All on this tiny appliance.
What brilliant science!

Angel wings; Beatles sing;
All Four Seasons.
(For many reasons)
It's Raining Men amid Cats and Dogs!
A one in ten with Punk and Mods!
And Baby don't think twice
included on this petite device.

Annoyingly catchy tracks
With Basement Jaxx
A little rap and
You can do magic
All squeezed onto this small gadget.

Some football cheers; Tears for Fears
Broken wings, broken hearts;
Mozart still lives and intro parts!
Psychedelic sixties one by the Pixies -
(Although a little dark)
A love song by Roberta Flack,
Compact and neatly stacked.

Small-town boy - A cuddly toy
Seventies, Eighties, Nineties, Noughties,
Skiffle, Bubblegum - glad I bought it!
All the decades through my life
As I sing along to Mike Oldfield's wife.
All Crammed into slim line sublime.

Sgt. Rock, Synth, big on ballads,
Drink the Elixir - a lesson from Salad!
Guitars, Stars, Life on Mars -
Who will drive me home by Cars!
And download queues
For Blues and Muse.

Propagana, Baby now that I've found ya!
All the things she said - so Russian;
There's even one that's all Percussion
And your song that makes me cry, Rod,
As another tune is added to my iPod.

Copywrite Linda Lawrence

13th November 2009

Copywrite Linda Lawrence

13th November 2009

History?

Am not saying its history

But just suddenly

(And this is a mystery)

That has a hold over me!

After a decade or more

Of the most sublime;

Now wondering what for!

After all this time...

So what to choose?

It’s getting confusing -

There’s nothing to lose!

It is most amusing!

My faith has been tested,

My senses have peaked

And almost infested

Have struggled all week...

Am feeling overrun

Must not be judgemental

This is not just for fun –

Nor Experimental!

It’s a serious change

And my integrity

Needs to rearrange

This new discovery!

So which way to turn -

Am feeling divided?

There’s so much to learn!

Emotions collided

And all entwined

Just haven’t decided

Will have a glass of wine....

Is it XFM or Caroline?

Copyright Linda Lawrence

30^th October 2011

To our faithful friend!

Odes and all that.....                

To Our faithful friend

They picked you up this morning,
You looked a little green,
Didn’t expect to feel like this -
I really feel quite mean!

You’ve been with us for many years
‘Tho now a little battered;
But now replaced with something else -
And didn’t think it mattered!

We’ve all had the pleasure
To enjoy this time with him,
We’ve see so many places
In spite of your dented wing!

The memories are good and strong
You might have gone on and on
But you were getting very old,
Too aged to run, didn’t like the cold.

You very seldom let us down
You’ve run us all so much around
I’m sitting here wearing a frown....
Thinking if you were run into the ground?

So sadly, we’ve got to let you go,
Where you will live, I don’t know!
We don’t quite know what’s in your fate
But we have both been in a state!

Goodbye my friend, our old jalopy,
Am standing here, feeling soppy.
The tears that fell to my feet
As you were slowly towed away down our street....

Copyright Linda Lawrence

3rd September 2009

Happy birthday Joseph!

Ode to Joseph

You are a little drummer boy
Grown up and out of childhood toys
You play with soul with all of your heart -
You had the passion right from the start!

From tapping fingers and banging feet -
You had rhythm from your baby seat!
Coloured sticks with infantile drums,
Children’s T.V. you sang and hummed.

As different music filled your ears
Varied genre throughout the years;
Ear-splitting music and heavy rock-
You danced to Blue Monday from your cot!

You’ve filmed your talent on a cam-
You will surely be a drummer man!
The blood of music flows to your wrists
You are a born percussionist!

From every morning to each night
You play until it sounds just right!
The concentration on your face
Until each beat is in its place.

From Slipknot, Maximo Park and Muse
You practice till your fingers bruise!
You play your drums to every one -
You are our clever maestro son!

For Joseph, Happy 12 birthday,

Lots of love,

Mum and Dad

19th August 2009

The hues of Summer

Hues of summer

Out in the sunshine on balconies
A perfect view of aqua sea,
One has red hearts, another shoes,
Turquoise Dolphins with swirly Pink hues!
Blue football teams, Caribbean dreams
Too hot pink and Princess themes!
Others are stripy, some are bright
They deserve to be in hot sunlight.
There’s psychedelic squares, others plain,
Another with Cacti and a plane.
There’s a little Thomas the Tank Engine train…..
A Red and White Turkish flag - in Spain!
The lion King, a Lizard thing -
A life jacket with a rubber ring!
Palm trees, Bumble bees, coral seas,
Calm breeze, Florida Quays, golf tees!
Marijuana, plants of peace -
Orange sunsets - maps of Greece!
A Turtle crawls on scorching sand
she must have been to many lands.
Southpark and a plight for Kenny;
Hot hot playboy-there are so many!
Homer, Bart - a A fright scream;
Purple sauce on yellow ice cream!
Dogs, cats, flip-flops, straw hats,
Frogs, bats, big spots, goofy rats!
Brighton Pier, a sandy beach,
A bottle of beer, some candy sweets.
Bright Blue Lions with lime Green manes
But time has passed and once again
They sadly only seem to appear
Occasionally over the years,
Now folded away in cold dark drawers
Where memories of good times are stored.
Forgotten our beach towels tucked away,
Until they’re used for our next holiday.

Copyright Linda Lawrence

19/08/09

Dried up!

Dried up!
My poems are not getting finished,
Some end up in a huge paper pile.
I’ve got words and thoughts coming out my ears
That ends up in a meaningless file!

There are odes written on foolscap paper.
Odd lyrics kept on the P.C.
Rhymes that don’t rhyme or flow simply;
All strewn behind the settee.

I’ve fast running out of ideas –
At the moment have not got a notion!
I’ve finished with Bogeys, Warts and Lice
Sex and Love – and all that commotion!

I’ve written some stories and sagas
And honest don’t want to gloat!
My imagination has got up and gone –
Words have got stuck in the back on my throat.

My inspiration has somewhat disappeared
Or got fused in the back of my mind.
It’s merged with some cells with nonsensical prose –
A sonnets’ been left behind.

I’m on the way to being brain dead;
A verse seems to have gone over my head!
I struggle to sit up in bed,
I’ve dried up and my eyes feel like lead.

The passion of verse and writing,
Have got up and moved away.
Motivation will come back when I least expect –
But for now, it’s not here today!
Linda Lawrence

21st march 2009 (Mothers Day)

Friends

Friends

There are friends who are kind and that listen,

There are friends who will mop up your tears,

There are friends who will guide and steer you

And support you throughout the years.

There are friends that are thinking of you

Who make time to pick up the 'phone.

Their comforting voice and calming advice

When your problems seem like yours alone.

There are friends that will always love you

And prop you up when life isn't fair.

It's just enough that you know they're around -

Knowing that they really care.

There are friends who might not understand you

But are there with open arms and minds

And one little comment that will alter your thoughts,

That will would help through some difficult times.

There are friends, who will make you feel better,

There are friends who are willing to share

And just the mere comfort of knowing -

There are friends who are going to be there.

There are friends that will give you their time

And they know when you most need,

There are friends that can read your mind

Or offer logical words of heed.

Our friends are so important,

They're extensions of our family.

We'd be so lost without them,

So without them, where would we be?

There are friends like me with hindsight,

There are friends like me that know.

With so much to give and empathy

When a friendship has started to grow.

Copyright Linda Lawrence

11th May 2009

Unbearable!

Yet another ode for a lovable fella!

Unbearable!

His little brown eyes bore into mine as he spins around;
I feel the pity and deep guilt by the whirling sound!
We both feel dizzy and a little sick as the powder fills the drum,
Then to join all the others on a hot day in the sun.

It's a punishing routine we have but necessarily so,
I feel the salty tears that sting my eyes not it's time for you to go.
So goodbye my love for a little while, I'll see you when you're clean,
This will do us so much good, but feel so cruel and mean.

We dread this time of year and our hearts they deeply ache;
It's worth all the worry and angst - so do it for both our sakes!
We know you've got to endure this pain to get you back to what you were-
You'll feel a great deal better when you feel your nice soft fur!

I watch in vain as he spins, his arms and legs get mangled,
It's only for a short time though before he gets untangled!
Now even worse, the washing line and pegged out by his ears-
Awww Bear you know I love you and it's hard to stop the tears.

So please don't stare, you know I care but have to walk away
We both know it won't be long, the pain's just for today.
You'll be back before you know snuggled up in my warm bed -
You've been around as long as me, my lovely yellow Ted!

Copyright Linda Lawrence
24th March 2009

Yellowy Fever

Speaks for itself.....

Yellowy fever...

My daughter (somehow) lost her shoe

Off a railway station onto the track!

She said 'Oh damn it

My favourite yellow footwear'!

Felt embarrassed to look and go back!

She phoned her fella in total despair -

'I can't possibly hop all the way home'!

He said 'But supposing there's more shoes

And they can't find yours'?

'But I'm a size two'! (She swore down the phone)

'There'll only be one bright yellow shoe -

To match my yellow knit hat'!

In between the the strongest of volts

And the high speed trains -

'I'm sure they won't mind about that'?

So 999 was dialed;

The fire fighters in their full regalia.

The bravest of men

Took tentative steps

Threw themselves into shoe-finding mania.

But alas, it was much too late,

Run over, looked like a strip of long paint.

Stuck on the wheel - the brightest of yellows

Looked like a strobe lighting

And the people of London felt faint.

The trains and city came to a halt,

Coz there's a new type of bug going 'round

(Some kind of yellowy fever)

She's been told to use more super glue

So her shoes in the future don't leave her!

For my daft daughter

Outbreak!

Outbreak!

We've invaded all your private space in your safe warm home,
Dropped in unexpectedly - we didn't even phone!
We crept in very quietly, made the most of our short stay,
Finally being discovered after some excruciating itchy days!

We heard it through the grapevine - our being there was so outrageous;
We tried to live there peacefully then found out we were dangerous!
Didn't mean to make you feel that bad by being so contagious,
We made our made our mark in many ways - branded ourselves infamous!

We got on well us females - as busy little mites;
Nibbling dead skin, blood and debris (really sorry about those bites)
Can't help being what we are just tiny helpless parasites -
And apologise for those sores - they weren't a pretty sight!

Making ourselves at home burrowing deep under your skin,
A warm comfortable haven, deep and dark within.
Left some silvery streaks while we laid our offspring eggs,
A safe environment to live and breed, to multiply and spread.

We know that you found us extremely disconcerting
And apologise profusely for all the fuss and hurting.
We knew it was only a matter of time before it would be curtains,
To stamp us out and kill us off - we knew that would be certain!

Until that dreadful day that came, we smelt some foulish cream,
It made us feel so sickly, found ourselves in a bad dream.
Thought we found new living quarters, this simply wasn't fair;
Was it really such a problem - with us living there?

It was after we were soaped and scrubbed, you soaked us with a shower,
We started to lose control - with all our mite-like power!
Now down the watery plughole in the residential home,
You didn't want us to hang around too long to gnaw and hear you groan!

We hedged our bets right from the start - a lot of ifs and maybes,
But can't resist the taste of human flesh from the old to young cute babies!
The diagnoses could have been much worse - it might have been the Rabies;
Just count yourself lucky it was a simple outbreak of Scabies!

Copyright Linda Lawrence

11th January 2009

Setback

Setback

Comfort Zones, chats on the 'phone,
The world didn't seem so bad.
Over cups of coffee and lunch at home,
Took advantage of what we had.

Miss the pops ins, drop ins,
The love, support and laughter
Thought us moving here
Would be happy ever after.

Don't miss the town, it changed too much
But those friends, they stayed the same.
My heart still hurts, it grieves for them
And can't describe the pain.

Some things are set in concrete -
Some people just can't forget;
An hour's fast drive up the motorway
Is too far for this one regret.

Thought I was moving forward
But feels like ten steps back,
Didn't realise how much I missed -
The emotion feels so black.

This town is full of niceties
It's sweet and kind and true,
But there's a big part of my heart
That's sixty miles away from you.

Copyright Linda Lawrence

1st January 2009