It's only fair!

It’s only fair

The X and the Zed looked the same,

I wasn’t quite ready for this game!

The glass of wine the night before

Did nothing for my ratings score.

It really wasn’t that OK

To get stuck with the J and K;

The letters I would normally relish

Turned out that day to be quite hellish!

Didn’t quite know how I got to play,

The Q sat in my chosen few today

And my usual sense of strategy

Was this morning a tragedy.

Late nights and early mornings

(Should have had some kind of warning)

All I did was sit there yawning;

Huge minus score I’m now mourning.

My lady sat there poised and pleased

‘It’s good you won this game I teased’

The jobs we have to do to care

Lost to Scrabble – it’s only fair!

Linda Lawrence

18^th March 2014

Out on a limb!

Out on a limb

Am trying to be calm

Over my poorly arm -

It’s a wonder I’m not

On a funny farm!

I must be mistaken

Coz feels like I’ve taken

Viagra! My arm is so rigid!

It needs to reawaken.

My shoulders’ so stiff

I can’t even lift!

My armpits need shaving

They’re beginning to whiff!

Lack of mobility

Is really getting to me

And really need

To be pain free.

I give in to defeat

When there are dinners to eat,

It won’t be long

Before I eat with my feet.

Am in despair

Over blow drying my hair;

Getting in a state

On what bras to wear?

Can’t sleep at night

Coz it ain’t feeling right.

Ibuprofens’ my best friend

(Must take some tonight)

And how to get dressed

Is anyone’s guess

Am very slow,

Trying not to stress.

It’s been a year

And it’s still not quite clear.

It’s getting harder

To change the car gear

It’s been through sensations -

Been a physio patient.

Been pushed and pulled and

Don’t want operations!

Have been here before

Over what’s in store,

And a jab in the joint

Will hurt even more.

Am out on a limb -

I can’t even swim!

It’s feeling grim,

Patience is running thin.

This is not what I’ve chosen

And don’t want to be frozen!

Just want to be normal

After all this commotion.

Linda Lawrence

4^th  March 2014

On facebook games...!

Am going to bed;

Letters’ stuck in my head

Along with chocolate drink

That allows me to think

Getting the fidgets

Over colours and digits

And how to defeat

And not to be beat!

Getting in a spin

Coz I just want to win!

Wanting my Zed

On that triple red!

And while rubbing in cream,

Can only dream

Of Qat, Queer or Queen

On that lovely bright green!

I so refuse

To sit down and lose!

I try to stay humorous

When there are numerous

Consonants or vowels

And just sit and howl

When you get a good score

And my ratings’ got poor.

And the yellow and pink

Over this hot drink

Is delicious and cunning

To stay in the running!

Am watching anxiously

As I try every strategy

 But when we play games

Wining is my only aim!

Copyright Linda Lawrence

Screams of fright!

How on earth did it reach this stage of road rage?

And this normal calm person now has to engage

In slamming on brakes - now can’t overtake

And how much more of this can I partake?

You’ve slowed me down in this small town,

You’ve cut me up now I’m wearing a frown,

Am spitting feathers in this rain and weather -

We almost ended up as two cars stuck together!

How dare you pull out on that roundabout

In front of me, want to give you a clout!

Did you not see me in this little blue car?

Or is it because you just can’t see all that far?

I slipped and slid and almost skid

Into the flower beds in my takeover bid;

Where’s your etiquette and your give way -

Did you not bring it out with you today?

I wonder if you did acknowledge me

And noticed I almost met with a tree?

With no thanks to you, didn’t know what to do

I almost bit off more than I could chew!

You didn’t hear my screams of fright

Your driving today was not quite right.

It really was manic and my feelings of panic

Your learning’s must have been of pure organic.

Male or female, don’t know what you are,

You need lessons to learn how to drive your car!

Coz today you nearly never got that far

Your haphazard driving was quite bizarre.

I had to think quickly, my head in a spin

Didn’t quite know if I was going or been.

So before you embark on another drive,

A thought for this driver, who just survived!

Linda Lawrence

12^th February 2014

Is it time?

Is it time?

The river Lea is like the sea;

Gone the paddling for you and me.

We all kept cats in houses and flats

To keep at bay the river rats.

And as we dipped our infantile toes,

Walked along the slippery stepping stones.

The sandcastles at the seaside

Now used for bags for waves to ride.

As now it has become abhorrent

The flooding due to rains of torrents

And many pretty streams down south

Losing beginnings and ends of their mouth.

As we watch, so helpless as rivers swell

Under this spell of weather hell

(It really is no thanks to the Yanks

Our brooks are bursting their river banks)

And of the Gulf Stream that can’t be seen

Making mud canals from our pastures green.

Wish we had a magic potion

To stop our streets becoming oceans.

As white horses and deep sea spray

Now waiting for a victim of prey.

Buildings, land, drown in tidal waves

As railways get lost in salty burial graves.

We’ll soon need to wear arm bands

Now the water is reaching further inland

And now the floods have made their mark

We ask – is it time to build an ark?

Copyright Linda Lawrence

7^th February 2014

Safe and sound

Safe and sound

Safe and sound, in their sanctuary

Sheltered and kept in a pantry.

Much loved plastic from the past -

They’ve had good times and had a blast!

Tho’ sleeves are torn and very worn;

Browned, I frown, feel so forlorn.

With pocket money – less than a pound!

Turn up the volume hear tinny sound,

Alive and well they just still play –

Turn up the vinyl melody today!

The jukebox one without a hole;

Words stolen from my very soul

And there are the evergreens

Takes me back to where I’ve been.

Classics, films and T.V. themes

Soft echoes from our childhood dreams.

Some hard rock, soulful, some amusing,

Picture discs, odd labels - still perusing,

While I look, they bring to mind,

Evoke happy and sad times left behind.

In ten years time they’ll still be there-

Don’t want to see my cabinet bare!

Devoid of some precious memories,

Some passed down from my family.

Can’t part with my cherished 45’s

They’ll stay with me while I’m alive!

The seven inch is here to stay

Collecting more dust every day....

April 2012

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.