Oh Lordy. I have reached the ripe old age of fifty! Got a new guitar for my birthday. Cool beans. Having a party on Sat for about 70 adults and 20 kids. Help! Got to go and get food today.

A coupla poems.

JEALOUS GUY
You drove a little spike in with your jealousy.
You asked your questions one too many times.
You hammered home your point into the heart of me
When all you’d ever talk of were my ‘crimes’.

Did you think that I could ever love another?
Did you think I’d really go behind your back?
You even saw me walking with my brother
Instead of asking me you went on the attack.

I grew so tired of turning all my friends down
And watching every word in case you blew.
The way you’d look at me each time I put the phone down.
The accusations about lovers that you threw.

I could not frequent the local pub with girlfriends
In case I flirted with the guy behind the bar.
Oh yes, I fell for all your tricks and all your mind bends
But now you’ve taken it a step too far.

You really thought I’d hidden someone in the bedroom
On the night you came home early for your tea!
You looked so angry when you burst in with the yard broom
Then I laughed. My big mistake. You clobbered me.

So my darling I am going to have to leave you.
Though it breaks my heart but now I clearly see
That this really is unreasonable behavior
So, I’ll leave before you are the death of me.



CHEESY DREAMS


My love is like ripe Roquefort, strong and steaming.
His presence permeates my mind when I am dreaming.
His creamy skin a Philadelphia delight.
I spread him on my cracker late at night.
A triangle of cheesy spread, he greets my morning.
I peel his soft foil layers as day is dawning.
My soft white slices waiting with breath, bated,
to receive a filling of his cheddar grated.
Ah but the cheese which brings to mind my lover true
Is Danish, creamy, crumbly, strong and veiny blue.



LUST
“Coffee?” He said.
Never made it to kitchen
Or even to the bed.

Heart hammering
Stomach churning
Chest heaving
Head spinning
Hands tearing at clothes
Buttons flying.

A pause, “are you sure?”
I answered, breathless
“Never more.”

Kisses deep and long
Arms strong.
This is where I belong.
Is it so wrong?
Hurtling headlong
Into passion all night long?

No shy caress.
No gentle climb
You tore my dress.

Body shaking
Ball breaking
Belly aching
Hands clawing
Lips bruising
Limbs thrashing.

No stated aim.
You die a thousand deaths.
I stake my claim.

Fingers stroking
Tears choking
Sweat drenching
Carpet burning
Groin throbbing
Breath gasping.

“I never knew.” I said.
That on this night.
I’d lose my body and my head


Enjoy


Ali