George Ruddock – Page 111

Death’s Drummer

How he wished for a touch of magic
Even just a sprinkle
Hopefully replacing the tragic
with a twinkle

Never one to demand
but his … Read the rest

Coffee shops are strange places
You never look at others faces
All engrossed with something, even loneliness
Rarely any signs of tenderness

We sit with … Read the rest

Jupiter, God of the sky
On the darkest night
You can see his light

Jupiter, God of the sky
Hydrogen and Helium fill the air… Read the rest

How he wished for a touch of magic
Even just a sprinkle
Hopefully replacing the tragic
With a twinkle

Never one to demand
But his … Read the rest

So worn out, yesterday or tomorrow
Never today, no never today
I don’t even do it for the dough
But I do occasionally pray

Spin a wheel
Drop a dime
Chasing a deal
Wasting my time

Bright lights, glitter
Fake magic
Drinks are bitter
I am tragic

Casinos, casinos… Read the rest

Boris The Clown spoke to the Nation
We must heed geometrical progression
Or we are faced with regression

Pubs to close at ten
No drinking … Read the rest

Smelling the flowers
but none in sight
Searching for hours
Are they hiding out of spite?

Perfumes filling the air
Taunting the senses
Hiding, but … Read the rest

Circling above the city
The angels of love
looking with pity
Why is everyone blue

Hearts in pain
Eyes full of sadness
Couples searching
Gone, … Read the rest

I hear her voice when I dream
Soft and gentle like summer rain
It takes me to a stream
Where she refreshes my brain