LOYALTY
Those faithful
souls cannot
be bought –
the double-crossing
can’t be taught –
that principles
without a price,
won’t compromise
or sacrifice,
it’s not a skill –
a practised art,
as loyalty comes
from the heart,
it can’t be built –
it can’t be grown –
it can’t be borrowed –
lent or loaned,
it’s not designed
or cultivated –
well-refined –
deliberated,
loyalty may
be disguised –
a snake in
camouflage
can hide, but –
those with duty
to defend – define
the traitor from
the friend,
it’s been that way
since year dot –
you’re either loyal
or you’re not.
***
WIND YOUR NECK IN
Wind your neck in –
shut your face,
your noisy engine –
drum and bass,
your sonic boom –
my ears shatter,
cut the volume –
quit the chatter,
barking dogs –
it’s overbearing –
constant traffic
horns are blaring,
zip it up and
stop complaining –
drop the monologue –
it’s draining,
babies screeching –
give it a rest –
the preacher’s preaching –
I suggest,
you pipe it down –
your high pitch shrill –
your siren sound –
your fire drill,
just give me peace
and say no more,
I need release –
my head is sore,
your loud opinions –
no I’ll pass – coz
you’re always talking
through your ass.
***
THE RAREST GIFT
Few can ambidextrous switch –
so few can sing in perfect pitch,
the few are gifted intuition –
few with surgeon hand precision,
few can dance with perfect timing –
few can conquer Everest climbing,
few become good tightrope walkers –
public speakers – dinner talkers,
few can do the telepathic –
few can tumble acrobatic,
few become Olympic skaters –
few become impersonators,
few can solve the Rubik’s cube –
so few can thrive in solitude,
so few become good belly dancers –
scientists with all the answers,
few are skilled to fly formation –
few can master levitation,
few can fashion clothes design –
or portrait paint or juggle blind,
but the rarest gift despite the rumour –
blessed the few – a good sense of humour.
***
BE GOOD TO ME ON SUNDAY
I don’t need your devotion –
your attention – or to listen,
connect with my emotions –
or to tell me I’m forgiven,
I don’t need your affection
or to feel your tender touch,
I don’t need your protection –
your support – to be my crutch,
I don’t need adoration –
all your compliments and thanking,
your true appreciation –
all your patience – understanding,
I don’t need all the accolades –
your gratitude – respect,
your sympathy – your serenades –
your charming intellect,
I don’t need all your lavish gifts
and all your good advice,
don’t save me in a snowdrift –
I don’t need your sacrifice,
I don’t need your agreement
or to see my point of view,
just be good to me on Sunday –
and be good to me on Monday too.
