Born at a very early age 60 years ago.I left school in 1966 with no qualifications, and no 'A' or 'O' levels. However, I did get a spirit level when I started my job as an apprentice joiner. For the past 25 years I have worked for the Probation Service. Firstly, passing on my woodworking skills to offenders on community service in a workshop environment. Then I became a tutor delivering various offending behaviour courses to offenders in custody. I am now working on the resettlement side of things. I have been putting pen to paper for many years but have only recently found the 'bottle' to read or write out loud. I guess you're never to old to learn!
UNHOLELY SOCKS I suppose you could say we were meant for each other. Not like sister and brother but more like mates. And we look great,dancing in time when we share the same peg on the washing line. We get on well and you can tell by the miles we've walked together. In all kinds of weather, through thick and thin, through hot and cold. But now we're old,losing our strength, looks and appeal. I can imagine our fate is once again sealed. Thrown together with worn out socks, legless knickers,budgie smugglers,wireless bras and skimpy tops. I hope we don't get smothered by some belly warmers from a mothballed drawer. Now, that would be the last straw and make us sick. Much better to end our days being strangled by a G-string that's been kept in good nick! ENDLESS SECONDS Love's hour shared, locked in time. Entangled web makes passions tastes buds tender, enraged with the shine and glow of endless seconds of bliss. Pulses racing, high senses unaware of the hour, the time, the date. Time's breath holds;....tenses and unfolds, turns skin to silk; stimulates limbs to gold. Fahrenheit scaled in teasing slow motion. Warm scent radiates; inhaled through addictive love potions. Mesmerising my weak grasp of willpower and encourages more loved shared hours. THE BIG HOUSE Walk the wing,stroll the yard Eyeball a charred silver score From the night before Stifled screams from a branded face Put in his place He got what he got From the strike of an iron,red hot Nothing seen,all agreed Turned heads,nothing said Jungle rules No ties from the old school Tommy Tourettes forgets Who he is,where he is and loses it Floods his gaff We all have a bubble bath First response down the block Screws swarm,false alarm Not fit,out of breath, All the lot Good distraction for some parcel action Over the wall but it falls Under the drugs dogs snout We get nowt In debt Can't be met Don't shout Lights punched out
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