Lady of leisure!

Lady of Leisure!

You get up, clean your teeth, use the loo
Pick up your ready made sandwiches too!
(Just before you leave for work)
You maybe think to feed our cat!
I wish my day was as simple as that!

Our teenage child off to school to learn -
Uniform ironed and ready - not his concern;
He too grabs his lunch and blow dries his hair;
The hoover makes an appearance downstairs.
Shaving hairs vanish from the around the sink - who cares!

Grubby towels miraculously now back to white,
Bedding stripped, now clean; a better sight!
Ironing ironed, cleaning clean, washing washed,
Washing up washed up and put away!
Will have much more washing up after today.....

The carpets are magically cleaned -
The spider's webs' nowhere to be seen
(Squeeze in a bit of breakfast in between)
The bath now brighter than white

But it wasn't quite like that last night!

Phenomenally our shopping gets shopped
With a new shopping list at a higher cost.
The bills kind of pay themselves,
you may notice, as we're never in the red -
We could swap roles and you take care of this instead!

And marvel at how tidy it is in here!
Even the toilet is sterile after our rears!
The floor is fresh pine smelling and dirt free -
The 'self cleaning' oven spotless you will agree?
(And somewhere in the middle, some lunch for me)

Most things have had a scrub and dust,
Suffices bleached, scrapped off some rust,
The dustbin, now that is a must!
The car is rinsed and every glass pane -
All windows to see through again.

And now the fridge needs defrosting -
It's overworked and now more costing.
The cupboards' need wiping out
Out of date crisps and stale bottle of stout.
Have the boys bought down their washing? (I doubt)

Trying to think of what to cook for a meal
Might not sound like too much of a big deal,
You prefer this, he would much rather that!
I don't really care as long as it cures
My hunger pains and once again feed our cat!

And somewhere amid all of this
I go to work and do enjoy
To do the very same things......
It is very much a pleasure, but!
You can't accuse me of being a lady of leisure!

Copyright Linda Lawrence
30th June 2010

Emotional State of emergency/Life in a tunnel (Two songs)

Emotional state of Emergency

We need to know where we're going,
We want to know where we've been
And what of the years' in the future?
Well this remains to be seen.

All we seem to do is shout
It appears our feelings are in doubt,
I feel as if we've reached a peak
Our relationship is no longer deep.

Chorus

We're in a state of emergency;
Just want it back like it used to be.
Can't go on - just feel so strained,
It's as if we've already been estranged.

There's not much room for fun and laughter,
No prospect of a happy ever after,
Am angry, tired, emotional, sad and
Thinking of what we might have had.

We've nothing in common,
We're one thousand miles apart,
Let's rescue and salvage what we've had
And say what we feel from our hearts.

Chorus

We're in a state of emergency,
It's almost over for you and me.
We've nothing nice to say to each other,
We're living an existence like sister and brother.

There's no close love - it's been and gone,
We're strangers singing the same song.
We need to rebuild before collapse -
Let's try harder (and avoid another relapse)

We yell rather than communicate,
You've got to admit, this is a state.
Our conversations are met cynically -
Do you think there's hope for you and me?

Chorus

We're in a state of emergency,
Tears are flowing that you can't see.
Reached a state of deep complexity,
Am anxious, there's so much sensitivity.

Sometimes it feels just like prison,
To each other we find it hard to listen
And family life - just feel so torn,
Around the edges are frayed and worn.

For a couple we are not that strong,
Our personalities clash - we don't get on.
What was good, now feels so wrong,
One of us will crack, it won't be long.

Chorus

We're in a state of emergency,
It's decision time for you and me.
Think it's time for make or break
Let's sort this out for both our sakes.

Copyright Linda Lawrence
(Automatic writing)

29th June 2010

A dream with the sound of sirens in a chorus!

Wrote this song during the 'dark' years'

Life in a tunnel

Chorus

My life's like a never ending tunnel;

There's no beginning as there is no end.

It's dark and I can't see the light,

And my sanity's my only friend.

All I've ever yearned for is meaning -

Some answer to my own conclusion

But every time I thought I've known

Something shatters my illusion.

I've climbed so many new rungs

But on each I've had to step back;

Caused by ignorance and uncertainty

Any confidence I've had I now lack.

Repeat Chorus

Any love I've had is now lost,

In heaven or through infidelity,

There's no one to turn to - no one to lean on

All that I've cherished has now left me.

This tunnel I live ins' so narrow,

Clung on everyday for some light.

I can't shake off this negative feeling

I know it won't come with hindsight.

Repeat chorus

Copyright Linda Lawrence

Sung by Dave Richie

November 1994

My survival!

Bless my son.....

My Survival!

Clinging to a rock like a blood-sucking leech,

A quiet little island on golden beach.

The pebbles shone like precious stones;

Many flavoured ice-cream in wafer cones.

Its blank expression and inky black stare;

As Scorpions drew as close as they dared.

It lay quite still beside its lair

Swaying on a boulder without a care!

The Sharks and Whales kept well away

In the depths of dark blue sea they played,

Of this predator they were afraid

In the safety of their shoals they stayed.

Was petrified, so turned and ran

From the creatures in the sea and sand.

One step shep ahead to survive -

Didn't want to be eaten alive!

But the Octopus was tied to a metal anchor,

Think might of made a tiny clanger!

As I crept nearer, counted more than twenty

Of arms and legs - more than plenty!

Thought should have brought my spectacles

As they were not real octopus' tentacles!

The baby crabs crawled back to their Mum -

Their sideways dance walks in the sun.

And on the rock, torn rope, so thick;

The tiny fish that swam so quick.

I'm laughing now until I cry -

My imagination ran awry!

For Joseph

Copyright Linda Lawrence
16th June 2010

The balls in your court!

The Balls' in your court!

Can't play -

Not at all!

Cannot see

A bright green lime

Tennis Ball!

Backwards, upwards, sideways -

(Miss it always.....)

And yet

Am very good

At aiming for the net!

It has to be said

It's over my head!

Would rather

Let you play

A decent game instead!

It's too low or too high

Or just too fast

For my naked eye!

Think this is all a racket

And can't be bothered

To try and whack it!

Would rather be umpire

My tennis is dire!

Alas!

Am distraught

But have to say

The balls' in your court.

Copyright Linda Lawrence
5th June 2010

A lunch with Lizards

A lunch with Lizards

We ate;

They knew.

Like Bait

To pursue.

Many little mouths

To feed

And plenty to share

From our greed.

They drew near-

Ate our meat!

A feast –

A picnic treat!

They smelt,

They fed,

Saw us –

Then fled!

Copyright Linda Lawrence

25^th June 2010

(With memories of Ibiza)

Copyright Linda Lawrence
25th June 2010

Golden Sands?

Golden sands

Our passports are up to date

The toothpaste is packed,

Our beach shoes still fit;

The playing cards are stacked!

Sunscreen-a-plenty,

The Euro's are sorted.

A pair of extra shorts -

They just might be sported!

Cotton T-shirts - all colours;

Tablets and antihistamine;

White cropped trousers from Peacocks -

You know the ones' I mean?

His pants; her bras; crocks;

Emollient cream.....for spots!

A few pairs of ankle length socks.

(Squeeze in some never worn frocks)

Driving licence, some ID;

Some towels to laze;

A Black swimming costume

That's seen better days!

Chargers, hangers, compatible plugs,

Flannels, soap, something to kill bugs!

Hairdryer, moose, gels and glue

The kitchen sink and other hair goo.

Phone, IPod, books and mags,

Documentation, carrier bags!

Are we flying soon to golden sands?

All depends on that volcano  in Iceland! 

Copyright Linda Lawrence
12/05/10

I'm covered in muck and slippery mud -

Head to toe in good old clean muck!

Sorry Mum about my shirt

I accidently rolled over in the dirt!

Encrusted in some earth and soil

My whitish socks now need a boil;

Need a shower, am so unclean

And don't quite know where I've been?!

Never felt so yucky and grubby -

Need my Mums' help to come and scrub me!

My trainers are thick brown and grimy -

Now in the washing machine they go!

(Oh blimey....)

Who cares about a bit of mess?

But can't see my face, I must confess!

My football shirts' so new and recent

But laughing coz I'm so indecent!

Oh boy I'm like a slipperly squid

I really am a mucky kid!

I'm stuck on e-bay for a bid

Think I'll sell for about a quid!

For my son......