The Father

The Father

He was strong and proud

Hat flecked with dust

Face smeared with oil

He was my Dad

He hailed from a time

When life was black and white

The world a simpler place

When things made sense

He loved his kids

Polished his car on Sundays

A wife was for keeps

Not just until her beauty fades

And Saturdays

The Labour Club to watch a turn

With chicken in the basket

In suit and tie

How the modern world bemused him

Tattoos and Ladyboys

Replace national service

And long Apprenticeship

Tracksuits and shaven heads

Make him yearn for a time

When gay meant happy

And blackberry was just a fruit

My Dad! Lived through a war

Uncomplicated

Uncompromising in certain ways

He was of his time

As his generation fade away

It  breaks my heart

They will be missed

He will be missed!

By  Carol Ann Atkinson

 All rights reserved

17/5/2013

Here comes Christmas!

Here comes Christmas

Christmas is coming

And I am getting fat

Spending all my money

On a load of useless tat

Writing loads of Christmas cards

For friends I never see

And one`s I met on holiday in 1983

We have to watch the telly

Especially the Queens Speech

And lots of corny, old time films

The remote is out of reach

We buy a case of dirt cheap beer

and drink some dodgy sherry

Some snowballs and a sparkling wine

Should really make us merry

A turkey that could feed the world

Is deffo what we need

We`re sick of it by Boxing Day

But we must sate our greed

So have a jolly Christmas day

Lets hope it wont be awful

do what makes you feel real good

Just try to make it lawful!

Merry Christmas everyone!

copyright (c) Carol Ann Atkinson 

20/12/2012

Vampire Love

John Martyn - May You Never

Poems on You Tube

Poems on You Tube

I`ve read a few poems out on You Tube. Cos I`ve only got crap webcam the qualitys not very good so I`ve used a blck and white flickery mask on it to give it an old fashioned look. I know - it doesnt look great but I`m hunting out a decent camcorder this week so I can make some better quality films.
If you want to take a look the link for my channel is http://uk.youtube.com/liverpoolboxingbaby
Dont expect too much though...............................

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Losing You
Today I looked at you
And wondered who you were?
You looked the same
Smelt the same
Had the same air about you
But you were gone
Your smile curls with contempt
When once alight with pleasure
And eyes that crinkled with love
Now flat, Artic orbs that do not see
Although they look at me
In dispassionate scrutiny
Today I looked at you
And wondered where you were?
A lover's bed
A winding road
A player's turf
Anywhere but here
Today I laughed without mirth
And bought you wine and beer
I laid on the floor and cried
Wore a new dress
Started a diet
Pretence is my only defence
Against losing you
Although I know you've gone

Letting go!

Letting go

Cut the cord

Cut the cord that binds me to you

My heart beats for you

Muscles contract, muscles relax

Impulses shoot along their neural pathways

All for you.

To see you, to smell you,

to touch your skin

causes an Implosion within my fragile skull

My obsessive need for you

A black hole

Distorting space and time

With my hunger and need

Cut the cord, cut the cord

I am a vortex

An empty space never to be filled

By tepid affection

and half-hearted regard

Where is the fire?

Where is the searing heat of passion?

It is time to let you go

Time to cut the cord the binds me to you

But not you to me

Extinguish my obsession

Quench my red hot madness

Oh but the fear. The uncertainty!

Will my heart continue to beat

if it no longer beats for you?