Dreams of cheese

Bizarre, fitful, disturbing

I’m brought to life at 4

A cold sweat washes over me

My temperament quite poor

Flashbacks are still playing

Unsettling to the core

I try to shake them from my mind

My stomach knotted, sore

But then I try to fully recall

The scenario that played

To get some type of closure 

So further sleep won’t be delayed

But as I’ve always found before

I’m a tad dismayed

One element remains obtuse, aloof

But continues to pervade

Nerves still balance on the edge

Phone grabbed in search of peace

Play some crappy arcade game

Maybe that will bring release

I shouldn’t be complaining

I should know when to cease

Consumption of the produce

From England, France and Greece

But therein lies my weakness

And the path to my downfall

Can’t resist the temptation

Restraint is lacking, small

Even though the dreams you bring me

Pound and shake and maul

I’ll run the risk endlessly 

Cheese; you do enthral

Release

She walks slowly on to the ice

Hoping it will break

Plunge in to the freezing cold

Her breath and life to take

Extra cautious and careful

Despite the purpose of the plan

Not wanting to be rescued

By some random passing man

Further out now

The ice remains resolute

But she won’t be defeated

Her purpose absolute

Shuffling toward the centre

The cracks start to sound

Her weight finally defeating

The weakening semi-solid ground

Without warning

The surface suddenly gives way

She’s plunged in to the freezing depths

Come what may

She’s shocked by the cold

Her body tenses fast

Air escapes from her lungs in surprise

How long can she last 

The urge to survive takes over

Followed by instantaneous regret

The decision to end it here, this way

Is one she’ll soon forget 

Blowing out the last of her air

And taking in a breath

The freezing water fills her lungs

Taking her closer to her death

The icy water stings inside

She screams but has no voice

As she sinks she starts to calm

After all, this was her choice

She recalls the things she promised 

The things she wanted with her here

To her relief there’s a smile

And no sign of a tear

For the briefest second

She’s in total peace

Enveloped by the water

Happy now she’s found release

Her eyes start to close

Knowing they won’t open again

Free from everything

The anguish, the torment and pain

Two final words cross her mind

As her world ceases to be 

I’m free

I’m free..........

Her eyes opened slowly

Bewildered, enraged

Rescued somehow

But she hadn’t been saved 

The silence

Strangely quiet
Life subdued all around
There's barely a sight
And an absence of sound

I'm bemused if not lost
Just can't comprehend
What is happening here
Is this the end?

Roads are abandoned
No usual traffic in lanes
No beeping of horns
As frustration reigns

Today it is silent
A little eerie, truth told
The sun is bright, shining
But I feel a little cold

Station car park is empty
Save for the odd car or two
I've the choice of any space
Instead of having to queue

Have the zombies arrived
I could be persuaded
No! I know what it is
The Martians have invaded

Someone please!
Tell me what to do or say
*slaps self* Of course!
It's only bloody Friday.

Missed Communication

Task for the day
Presentation to prepare
Spread thoughts and ideas
Or lay my soul bare

Keep it high level
My face true and straight
Serve them a great dish
On a first class plate

Prepare speaking notes
Whilst travelling on the train
Time to compose myself
Guess I can't complain

Don't want it to be
Communication missed
Veer off course or topic
Not have them get this gist
Let's not have
Missed communication
This ain't some short term gig
I'm here for the duration

Curve balls thrown
As the day moves along
But I'm ready for my solo
Gonna belt out my own song

Slides up and ready
On my feet, I'm set
And here's where it gets taken wrong
And they won't forget

Didn't want it to be
Communication missed
See their hackles rise
They're blatantly pissed
Damn it
Miscommunication
This could end quite badly
I'm talking early termination

Apology offered
Not quite sure it's enough
The look was stern
And the mindset tough

Tension in the air
That never ebbs away
I'll expect my P45
Literally any day

And there you have it
Communication missed
Two words were the damage
Now all talk is minimalist
What can I say Miss?
Communication
More like total and utter
Aberration

SOTT

This is my view
As I stand on the train
Didn't dash for a seat
Would have all been in vain

Too many people
On this seven fifty-two
God help anyone
That needs a trip to the loo

Standing in the vestibules
Standing in the aisles
At least there's relief
If you're suffering with piles

Upright we all remain
Wearyness in our eyes

Darkness reigns outside

The sun is last to rise

When Coventry arrives

The carriage empties out

Vacant seats lie everywhere

I can spread myself about

No need for Ben Elton's

Double-seat game

The world is my oyster

Such an awful shame

Kick back and relax

Belt out a tune or two

People watching can begin

You know that's what I do

What's the Pointe

Sunny Sunday PM
Should be scoffing roast
Instead we are out shopping
Turning the credit card to toast

It's smoking some already
At just the very thought
My wallet's got a fever
It's upset, aghast, distraught

This could take hours
A midday malady
All in the name of dancing
No booze to set me free

Perched on the arm
Of a sofa made for two
Watching as they try on endless pairs
No chance to say adieu

The life of a dance dad
Played out loud and clear
I didn't choose the best time
To take a break from beer

In the end it will be worth it
That's what I tell myself
Let's hope she doesn't need to try
Every damn pair on the shelf

Finally with her new shoes
She does herself anoint
Try to tell me all you like
I'll never see the Pointe

Not a poem from the train

Avid readers, if any there are

Will know this situation well

I'm aboard a train heading north

And normally here I'd tell

Something of the journey

Or the people surrounding me

Tapped out in rhyming verses

By your good friend Mr Three

But today's a little different

And I'm not quite sure why

Find myself watching grassy fields 

And clouds racing by 

No need for rhyming dictionary

Or rattling my brain for words

So I'm watching the sunlight

Bounce off the wings of birds

The carriage is empty anyway

I'm alone in my disbelief

But pulling in to Derby now

Might bring some light relief

Alas, nothing to report at all

In solitude I happily remain

Might start on my lunch, yes

That'll make me smile again

And that must be a record

Didn't eat my lunch for an hour or so

Barely lasts ten minutes in the office

Can't help being hungry you know

Hello overcast Chesterfield

What will you bring to my view

People, beards, but little more

Ah well, bid enthusiasm adieu

And that's the crux, I guess

Enthusiasm gone astray

Meh in my very mehness

It's all I can do and say

The words will flow on the return trip

I'm sure you'll find

May be now I'm just taking

A holiday from my mind