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What then ensued?
a childhood forgotten?
an adult un-glued?
a life filled with heart ache
no clues to be found
when dad took his pleasure
mum wasn’t around…
©Carole 2012
I can’t tell you where I’m going
I can tell you where I’ve been
I’ve been living such a sad life
and the pain has gone unseen
I’m looking to the future now
I want to live the dream
the then and now
and whats gone in between
makes only me culpable
if you see what mean…
©Carole 2012
I’m keeping an eye on those who do spy
and those people I’ll try to detect
but give me a break, what will it take
this responsibility, you can’t deflect
I would go to gaol, for those parents that fail
to instill the dangers and protect…
©Carole 2012
You will notice no pictures here and that’s my point!
Silently weeping, a lovers lament
the warm scent of summer is on the wane
the chill of autumn I now feel in my heart
oblivious to those I love, lost in my own misery
don’t do it again, regrets yes, unforgiving yes
make amends and smile…
©Carole 2012
From a drunken conversation I over heard in a pub
Can I av a werd mate…..?
stop eyein up me bird mate
dats er over dir
errrrr
do I av to translate…
ya don’t understand mate
am juss tryin t watch da band mate
an yer birds got hir dats all dir
an she’s skewin up me view mate…
yer boss mate yer wanna pint…. mate?
His imaginary affair?
©Carole 2012
Serve up huge baps for dinner,
they’re always a winner,
especially on valentine’s day,
he’s bound to go gooie and then he’ll get cooie
what will happen next…..?
Ooh I wouldn’t like to say,
but go for it girl, whoopa hip-hip hooray!!!!
©Carole 2012
A few poetic licenses were hurt in the writing of this poem…. “But they liked it”
I’ve been at it all day and can I just say
” $#%#, $#%#, $#%#, $#%#”
Changing themes, isn’t easy it seems
taking things out, fiddling about
with borders, featured pictures and things
so I’m off to bed, yes that’s what I said
because tomorrow’s another new day.
©Carole 2012
You were mine, until I woke up, YOU HELD MY HAND,
I felt YOUR TOUCH, you were mine, until I woke up,
I saw your face, I kissed YOUR LIPS, WE ARE ONE warm and loving,
we are HAPPY, until I woke up…
DO YOU KNOW ME IN “YOUR” DREAMS?
Were you with me, can you remember the scenes, in our dreams…
©Carole 2011
Known for that “I’m worth it” hair Cheryl Cole on the whole,
is really quite a stunner, but for our Geordie girl from Girls Aloud,
getting kicked off Xfactor must have been a bummer…
©Carole 2011
From out of the blue I saw you
and I nearly wet my knickers,
Oh… Mr Schu… What can I do?
Your bodies sublime, your dancing divine
and that voice of yours has me speechless “phew”
©Carole 2011
How we’re all the same,
win or lose we play the game,
grown in the past and put into the future,
listed and numbered, in the words of a song,
I would love to meet the author,
to see how we get along….
©Carole 2009
I’m safe and warm within your erection,
then hand and eye make a connection,
turmoil ensues, no time to peruse,
soft, wet and warm, a time for reflection,
and also time for tissue detection…
©Carole 2011
There’s a part of me that still loves you
and there’s a part of me that don’t,
there’s a part of me that still wants to,
but there’s a part of me that wont,
there’s a part of me that needs to be,
connected to the rest of me,
but that’s the part of me, that for my own sanity,
Will Never, Will Not, Wont…
©Carole 2011
It’s the “trouble n strife” I’m doin this for,
coz she’s givin me loads down me ear,
it’s up to me to egg her on
and have her come home to a cheer,
hands up in glory, let her tell her story,
Coz…………………… for the next “Race For Life,” Well…….
She just might not be here!
©Carole 2011
The arms that enfold me are not the arms that control me,
it is the love that I have, for the power you have,
that is the binding that holds me…
©Carole 2009
I am listening intently, but the silence is deafening as I look into your eyes,
the hands that have touched me, hold no more surprises, they’re laid to rest,
the anger that raged within my breast has abated, there is no more for you,
did your treason relate to reason or fate, I’m now asking you…
For your love my friend was a callous thing, that will always stay with me, too………….
The End…
©Carole 2009
It’s “Happy Hour” down at our local,
there’s a group in the corner and as usual, they’re vocal,
ranting about something they saw on the news,
why do they “always” get loud when airing their views,
it’s a pity we can’t just switch off and hear who we choose,
but that’s how it goes, when a pub sells cheap booze…
©Carole 2009
I don’t see sex or race, I don’t see colour,
religion, hight, weight, ability or any other
human attribute… So what do I see?
I see another person, who I’m certain,
is no more or less, as different as me…
HOW ABOUT YOU? What do you see?
©Carole 2009
After all this time I’ve just found out,
what staying young is all about,
it isn’t gurning or throwing the wellie,
it’s buying the things they show you on telly,
they’re forever selling “youth” to us,
lotions and potions all because, “they know”,
it’s easy to separate, a “woman”
from “a mans” hard-earned DOH!!!
©Carole 2009
“Are you insane” I said to my brain,
as it tried to leak out of my ears,
don’t “you” understand, “you” must lend a hand,
if my courage I am to regain,
you can’t run away, here you must stay,
until that bloody big spider is slain…
© Carole 2009
Valentines Day, a day for love and romance,
but if you’re lucky and get the chance,
he might take you out, for dinner, “maybe a dance”,
but if you’re like me, you’ll spend it all on your own,
with a bottle of plonk and a big………..
© Carole 2011
I think that every womans wish is,
to find a man to do the dishes,
a man who likes to be the “housework whore,”
who really relishes a dirty floor,
with gusto he’ll do it all unseen,
the man who loves to keep your house clean…
©Carole 2011
Droopy boob’s and wobbly bits, a legacy of age,
some memories, thought gone for good,
are just kept, on another page,
the kid’s are gone and from now on,
we “can” just do for ourselves,
the mirror shows the grey hairs up,
but what the hell, we wear them well,
with a little help from L’Oréal…
© Carole 2010
To be continued… “I have shopping to do lol”
There are three stars shining bright tonight, in the sky above…
they are filled with hopefulness, they are filled with love…
each are looking out for me and guiding me to grace…
each of them, I look upon to see a friendly face…
each of them I’ve known before, the three stars in the sky…
each of them I call my mates, coz they’re always there…
Near by…
© Carole 2010
Lipstick on your collar?
Or lipstick on your face?
Lies behind the eye’s that love me,
are the eye’s I can not face…
you have taken me to hell and back,
with your indecision, such a sad lack of vision,
to see the future with me…
I hope you will find what you are looking for and more…
We were good while it lasted, I know that for a fact…
“But my love” please think in future, think before you act…
Saying “I love you” should not be just said,
To Be Continued…
© Carole 2010
That is not me, honestly,
I write how I feel, I write what I see,
I have my opinions as you all are aware,
but “sometimes,” I do shock,
“sometimes” I do scare,
I’m sorry, if “sometimes” I am unaware…
© Carole 2009
But you know what, sometimes I really don’t care…
Madam Whiplash, slave on tether,
high heeled thigh boots, patent leather,
whip in hand, she makes her stand,
Master Thomas, “do you need a hand?”
bratty subbie bows her head,
bratty subbie hears words to dread,
bratty subbie looks up in fright,
Madam Whiplash “she’s yours all night”
©Carole 2009
Look at me aren’t I pretty,
with painted nails and crimson lippy,
hair all done and best frock on, coz ”I’m going down the chippy…”
The reason, I get all done up, is very plain to see,
if “you” really want to, too, then you’ll have to come with me…
There’s a hunky guy, who lives near by who likes his women curvy,
so fish and chips and mushy peas, are always on his menu… 😉
© Carole 2009
“Good old depression”
Is there humour in that?
I’m on “anti depressants” and they’re making me fat,
For over two years now, I’ve just put on weight…
So as from next Monday, “no goodies, I crave,” will go on my plate,
I’ll cut out the choccy, the chips and the cake and for the life of “Me,”
More exercise I’ll take…
© Carole 2009
The heat is getting to me,
my feet are outside the door,
If I don’t get cooled down really soon,
I’ll be a 
on the floor…
Carole 2009
It’s 8,45pm and 25 degrees here in sunny old England and we are just not used to it, or is it just me?
I’m waiting for the doctor, “you know” the sexy one,
I have a pain just here and here and a soreness in my thumb,
I feel a little faint I fear and I may well need a trolley,
or maybe I just need the “kiss of life,”
from “sex on legs” Hugh Laurie…
©Carole 2009
There’s a “silent well” at the bottom of my garden,
it’s for all my broken thoughts,
I collect them up each evening and down the path I go…
Without a sound, I sit and linger, my fingers in the pond
and for a while I ponder before I go beyond…
I ponder on the day I’ve had, as I watch the fish go round,
in their small world of water, they don’t make a sound…
As I look up at the vastness and the twinkling of the stars,
I’m reminded of the beauty, the beauty all around…
My thoughts don’t seem so broken now and I hesitate,
I think I shall now go to bed, my “silent well” can wait…
©Carole 2009
It’s no laughing matter I know,
but some lumps, they do like to grow,
most are benign and you will be fine,
but isn’t it best that you know…
It is important, Be Aware and please feel those boobies…
© Carole 2009
She’s only 14, not a strange thing to see,
but a child with her own child upon her knee?
Mate’s will desert you,
and you’ll have to Ern,
And what you find in their nappies,
well that’s just down right Ity…
©Carole 2009
I’ve been there and I know, the Ity in the nappies is bad lol, so leave it for a few years…
There’s nothing I can think or say,
to make this blackness go away,
it rises up within my breast,
putting “my” faith to the test,
lonely day’s and restless nights,
no loving arms, just endless fights…
I’d sit and wait for it to STOP,
then off to sleep I’d try to drop…
Carole 2009
Naughty naughty Scottish whiskey,
If I drink you, I’ll get frisky,
Be away now, don’t cause trouble,
Oh go on then “mines a double”
”Oh my, oh my” my banging head,
OMG! who’s in my bed………..?
©Carole 2009
Watching telly, doing dinner,
“the price is right,” everyone a winner,
kids are crying, the “Me” is dying,
holding out and waiting for…………..?
©Carole 2009
To feel the things we never see,
to see the things we feel,
maybe things aren’t really there,
maybe, we’re not real…
©Carole 2009
“Do you think they’ll come”she asks,
The forgotten and the lost,
The people who build bridges,
The people from the past,
Will time ever be their friend again,
Or will it just elapse…
Carole 2009
By the lake I sit, sounds abundant,
Wistful challenge, nothing heard,
A far cry as I see it, my destination in the air…
©Carole 2009
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