A mindful of rubbish!

A mindful of rubbish

Developed some allergies later on in years

There’s been some frustration and a few tears.

Before leaving the house, I have to apply

Drops for my eye to stop the dry;

Can’t seem to get out of the door

Because of a daily ritual before!

The steroid spray for my sinuses

To help stop mucus and the dryness.

Many a watery eye and sneeze

Before I reach for my car keys!

And now my ear!

I just can’t hear!

It’s blocked, needs to be unstocked -

The ringing in it needs to be unlocked!

So reckon that there must be some connection

And think my head needs more protection.

The medicine box is like a toolbox

Hope it all goes before the spring equinox.

I don’t mean to make a fuss

But my head feels like it’s full of pus!

The pharmacist must see me coming

Another ailment that’s unbecoming.

Not sure what’s wrong with auditory

But reckon inside it must be gory....

Linda Lawrence

22/01/2020

Lessons learnt!

Lessons learnt!

There has been over time so many lessons learnt,

Time and time again, getting my fingers burnt!

Forward planning, making moves, feeling so much tension               Listening to what you’ve said but felt the apprehension.

Over time and several months, it’s been a learning curve,

There have been some moments when I’ve lost my nerve!

Trying to defend myself and then you’ve got me trapped.

Wondering how on earth I’m ever going to adapt.

There have been moments I have made mistakes;

It’s what you’ve relied on, causing me headaches!

And on umpteenth occasions, I’ve just weakly retreated,

Numerous times I have lost the fight feeling quite depleted.

I didn’t see that coming, from the other side -

Was trying to do the right thing, now you’ve hurt my pride!

One fatal act that took my strongest power

All I wanted to do after your move was just give up and cower!

There have been instances I’ve been in precarious positions.

Feel like I need more time, maybe more tuition?

Slipping up, another blunder, losing a precious piece;

A good opportunity for you, now my chances have decreased.

It’s been worth the struggle and such a lengthily wait

Now you’re stuck instead of me and you are in CHECKMATE!

Got you cornered, now your kings’ not got a chance

And after many weeks and months - I have advanced!

I have tried hard for so long, made attempts to fight you back

Now I’ve found a strategy of my own to readily attack!

It’s been a game of wills with a great deal of anticipation

Now I’ve won my first game of chess with so much elation!

Copyright Linda Lawrence

19th January 2020

On the honey pot...

On the honey pot...

I’ve had some problems in my lady garden

And do apologise and beg your pardon

But feel as though I’ve been on fire -

It’s been sensitive at times and quite dire!

After all these years it’s quite uncanny

That now I suffer from an itchy fanny!

It’s been intense, it’s ruled my life

To scratch like mad – it’s been quite rife!

Have been examined down below,

It really has been quite a blow;

Prodded and poked high inside

No threshold of pain has made me cry.

It’s been hard to keep it in control

(Not so much of a manhole)

Deep inside I’ve felt so dead

As many times I have bled.

So many creams, prescribed oestrogen

All for my tender lower region!

Didn’t think I would succumb

To stuff that really helped it numb.

All of this to no avail

And all of this has all but failed.

But out of this unceasing frustration

Tried something out of desperation.

One that does help is in the sea,

The air, the sun, the beach palm tree!

The remedy for my lower parts,

Getting it down to a fine art!

It’s all fresh air, no nylon mix,

To try and find some kind of fix

And creams that only moisturise

Logically- as it’s been so dry!

Moisturising cream, humble Vaseline

Have begun to work like a dream!

So now a balance has been found

To help my problems underground!

January 2020

Wealthy

Wealthy

I don’t mince my words or skirt around the edge;

Beat around the bush, or play mind games;

I try to be honest whenever I can,

You know where you are and I know where I am.

I don’t judge a book by its cover, but look deep inside,

Diplomatically try to stay right on your side.

Now and again, I might choose to white lie

To save your feelings - to keep your eyes dry.

There are at times, I’ll act stupid and daft -

It’s only because it keeps on making you laugh!

The words you hear are almost straight to the point,

It helps save the day and fails to disappoint.

There are many times you feel under the weather

There are many times, I’m at the end of my tether!

But there is a clear, silent understanding

That you’ve found, then it becomes less demanding.

I call a spade a spade and it’s helped pave the way,

To learn the work I love, the problems I see today.

After many years of training, much psychology

Nothing can prepare the sadness in life I see.

Realistic and practical, finding solutions,

Many a time seeking new resolutions.

At the end of the day and feeling so weary

But all that matters is you don’t feel so teary.

Not always so strong and needing support

And there have been times I have fallen short.

And maybe with you, there’s been a cloud on the horizon

And being realistic, it’s not at all surprising.

While I’m with you, what you see is what you get,

Although feeling humble, am forever in your debt.

Feeling so lucky, being so healthy.

This is what it means by being so wealthy.

Copyright Linda Lawrence

January 2020