Thursday 24 September 2015

First Love





(Picture Credit - Students by ExploreYourDegree com)


It started when she said Hello

Over forty years ago.

She was the only one to do so I suppose.

My heart was twanged

And I wanted her so bad.

Still it pains me so today,

I couldn’t find the words to say.



All I got was unrequited-love sick blues.

I couldn’t eat a thing

For weeks on end.



At a party she sat alone,

Seemingly aloof,

‘Til someone else stepped in...



Hindsight says she didn’t like me anyway:

She criticised my teenage spots

And the way I danced.



I wasted so much time on her,

Spurning others for my senseless crush.

Giving up only when her long distance boyfriend appeared.



Since then I’ve always guarded

Against getting emotionally involved

Before being socially involved.



It has been said that I’m aloof,

Staying on the fringe,

Avoiding commitment.



You have to take that risk

They say,

There is no other way.



I’ve seen the pain that “Love” can bring,

Romantic songs I will not sing.

I’d rather stay here on the shelf,

Peacefully living with myself.



Paul Butters

Monday 21 September 2015

Lazy Sunday



(Picture Credit - Marc Anthony Lounging by Brownplanet com)



Ease your way

Into Sunday,

Monday’s here soon enough.

Friday’s best,

Time to rest,

The week was tough.

 

Boozeday Tuesday is okay

I must say

And Table Tennis Thursday ain’t bad too.

Wednesday’s fish and chips are yummy –

They fill my tummy,

Washed down with a brew.

 

I love Saturday sport,

Who would have thought

I’d get set in my ways?

Such is my week,

Hardly unique,

But on Sunday I laze.
 

Paul Butters

Tuesday 1 September 2015

Coral Cove



(Picture Credit - Flickr com)


Forests of coral adorn the rocky ocean floor,

Sheltered here in this sky-blue lagoon.

See the golden sand, shining through the still waters,

Fringed by plumes of palm.

The warming sun is smiling,

Flanked by fluffy white clouds.

Gulls are calling

Over the whispering sea.

A tropical paradise

Punctuated only

By impromptu showers.

Those colourful corals

Swarmed with teeming fish

Of every hue.

This is the place

To be.
 

Paul Butters