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.

This pain

This pain

Will drive me insane

I wish

My arm and shoulder

Could be put in a folder

And filled away

Until I’m ready

For the pain

Another day

Linda Lawrence 1 August 2013

Modern technology...

Modern technology

Modern technology

Don’t understand the biology;

Can’t think logically!

To watch DVD

On the T.V,

I make no apology!

Am so behind

With things that are present -

Feel like a peasant

It’s all so unpleasant

On antidepressants....

The radio blares and

Can’t turn it down

I wear such a frown.

And when the phone rings

Can’t answer the thing!

And of the P.C

It’s over my head -

It’s all so ahead!

Don’t understand and

Can’t help seeing red

Oh to play a reel to reel

Getting a raw deal -

Found my Achilles heel!

Just can’t get the feel,

It just doesn’t seem real.

And music with iPods

It's kind of odd

To listen to songs

And sing along

On your tod.

How things have moved on

It’s all upside down

I wear such a frown

Need to back down.

Accept the change -

Be it strange.

Copyright Linda Lawrence

1^st November 2013

Condemn!

Condemn!

The plaster is flaking; there are cracks on the ceiling,

The kitchen is greasy; I’ve got a bad feeling.

And the decorating has seen better days

It’s all peeling off and it’s all dull and grey.

Webs mixed with dust full of many dead spiders.

Many creatures live there - glad I’m an outsider!

And those hounds you’ve got I don’t think they like me

They growl and they bark – they just want to bite me!

From rickety stairs to your dogs’ icy stares

As I chant silent prayers, don’t want to be there

And I’m telling you this as a carer (not as a friend)

That your house by now should have been condemned!

Empty demijohns full of filth and grime -

Your pots and pans not short of some slime...

Your house hasn’t been cleaned for a very long time

Why am I here– to pay for my crimes?

Can’t see your carpets or is it your floor?

Mats are so threadbare, they’re hard to ignore.

Every room you have is the same as the last

To see out your windows – are they made of glass?

From top to bottom your house is abysmal!

How did it get to that state that’s now dismal?

The exterior I might add is just as bad and so sad

To see all your chopped down trees you once had.

 I hate to mention your house really smells -

Of all things unpleasant, like walking through hell

And even though hovered it still looks untidy

And it will still be the same on my visit next Friday....

Linda Lawrence

26^th October 2013

Stretching a pound!

Stretching a pound!

Bargains bargains bargains galore -

From our ceiling to the floor.

Red loving clocks with loud tick-tocks

Tasty tea bags to stripy socks!

Holiday cases, purple vases,

A bright Blue flannel for our faces!

Something for our clothes to dry.

It’s good to browse and great to buy!

My cats’ now got a bed to sleep -

That nowhere else could sell so cheap!

Blue green yellow coloured towels;

Garden gnomes with gnome like troughs.

With orange knives, lilac peeler,

Chopping boards or bathroom sealer!

Nails, weighing scales, curtain rails,

Just go there if all else fails!

My dove soap, so low priced;

Vegetables all neatly sliced and diced.

Red lights and some flavoursome bites,

Ovaltine for our good nights.

The cushion covers in every hue,

Something for the dog to chew.

Handy red baskets to carry the logs

When cold and raining cats ‘n’ dogs.

The money box, all things faux -

Can’t wait to see their future stocks!

Plastic greenhouse, plastic mouse -

Take them home to show my spouse!

From seeds to beads to plastic reeds,

Birdhouse and some birdie feeds.

Purple bathroom, mauve colour tints

Toothpaste in a tasty mint.

Animal skins for my next of kin,

Pretty tins, lime green bins,

Curtain rings, Handy thick string!

But there’s one more thing...

You can have a laugh

With some of the staff!

I look around my colourful dwelling

Did I really need what you’re selling?

But On days off I Look around

While it stretches out my pound!

Linda Lawrence

20^th September 2013

Back to school (for my son)

Back to school! (For my son)

Open your bedroom windows –

And let in some light!

There have been far

Too many sleeping days

And awakes at night!

Favourite games you’ve played

Stuck in your bed -

And you haven’t washed

One hair on your head!

Your worn clothes are still

All over the floor

Along with broken biscuits

And crisp packets galore.

All manner of objects

I’ve never seen before!

With my hands on my hips

But what can one say?

Your bedroom reminds me

Of impending doomsday...

It seems to me

You are now nocturnal

And at the moment

I don’t feel that maternal.

The dust has mounted

But your days are numbered;

I’ve not even counted

The hours you’ve slumbered!

Open your blind -

At your window pane -

You’ve missed some sunshine

And odd showers of rain.

But very shortly

It won’t be the same,

Now it’s time again

To use your brain;

Go back to school

Concentrate on your studies

Come back down to earth -

And be with your buddies.

But when you go back

It will be too quiet,

No one to argue with

No more midday riots!

The house will be clean -

Including your bedroom!

They’ll be so much more room -

With plenty of headroom.

So! Before you flee

Don’t forget your bag,

Grab your key,

Take your phone,

Pick up your lunch,

Can’t wait ‘til you’re home!

4^th September 2013