In the cold light of day

In the cold light of day

You stole my bag

With all I had

In the cold light of day

But can say!

Only that I’m glad!

I was somewhat shaken

With what was taken

And thought you’d mistaken.

I was taken aback

With your attack.

Out for a walk

And think I was stalked

Watched me like a hawk,

Along a forest path

But I had the last laugh!

Just Ruby and me

With wild berries and trees

And I’m sure you’ll agree

When I set you free

That what happened was glee!

Don’t think me unkind

When home with your finds.

But sure enough

When you stole my stuff

I called your bluff!

You ran quickly away,

Hope I led you astray!

You got away with it

But have to admit

To my quirky wit.

Now you’re wide eyed

With what was inside

Serves you right snide!

It’s all bona fide

And I’ve brushed it aside.

I enjoyed our walk

And our doggie talks

Her tail she wags

And that was the snag

Her poo was in that bag!

Copyright Linda Lawrence

Having a daft moment.

9^th August 2014

So unimpressive!

So unimpressive

It’s humid, oppressive

And not feeling so clever

Am getting obsessive

About the news and the weather.

The rain is excessive

And very progressive

The mixture of climate

Is just so unimpressive!

It feels very heavy
On my feet so unsteady.
Am feeling quite heady
And got to go steady.

Don’t need my sheet

Got my own body heat

Not smelling so sweet

From the sweat it excretes.

Drips down my face

(And other awkward place)

My heads’ a blank space,

Sit down just in case.

Drinking lots of squash

And need a good wash

Not feeling so posh

The sweats’ so awash.

It is so damn sticky

Am feeling quite sickly.

It’s getting quite tricky.

In the heat getting prickly.

Just want to sleep

Lay down in a heap

Not just count some sheep

Not glow while asleep.

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Tired, depressive,

And getting aggressive

With lack of slumber,

It’s so unimpressive!

Copyright Linda Lawrence
8^th August 2014

Longing

Longing

I really want to generate

Before they start to disintegrate

And badly want to celebrate,

Before my age starts to accelerate.

I feel a longing to introduce,

So desperate to reproduce.

Create offspring of my own,

Feel so numb and all alone.

My deep desire to give birth

Before I leave this earth,

A craving so profound,

Don’t want to hang around.

A yearning that I crave

Before I reach my grave,

A chance to nurture my spawn

And not die before they’re born.

In my body there are eggs

That could be little arms and legs.

A child I can call mine

But each month they are declined.

I have a deep down need

For the sperm to find my seed.

Am anxious to succeed;

It’s so true that women bleed.

I’m sure I’m not infertile

It will just take a little while.

But just got one life request

To hold my baby to my breast.

Copyright Linda Lawrence

6th August 2014