Tunes

I've stopped listening to music
I wonder why
When tunes were for as long as I can remember
The apple of my eye

Loud songs, mellow melodies
I truly like each one
Yet now they've fallen by the way side
From my memory they've gone

I blame a short commute
Five minutes my route
Listening to 'Today'
With no trips planned
Can understand
My music-less dismay

I'm taking stock
Of broken iPod dock
My assistant when I cook
Bin it today
Without delay
Or a second look

But how can I relieve my malady
This tuneless world of mine
For it used to accompany me in all I do
Decorate, relax, drink wine

And, somehow, I don't see an end
To this cycle that I'm in
May be, music's lost it's hold on me
Time to throw it in the bin

Dear Diary: Friday Friday

Dear Diary
I must be brief
My day starts in eleven
A few hours of work and grind
Then it's weekend heaven

Well, Diary
I say heaven
But it's a busy one
Flat-pack building all day long
Before I know it, it will be gone

So Diary
Hope you have fun
And some smiles along the way
See you bright and breezy
On Monday Monday Monday

Dear Diary: Thursday Thursday

Dear Diary
My apologies
I neglected you yesterday
Have been far too rushed
To gather my thoughts, ok?

Dearest Friend
All the recent days
Just melt quickly in to one
No sooner do I look
Than the whole week's come and gone

Time for work
Little time to play
Eat then sleep, then sleep then eat
Is on continual replay
Get up, rush round
Don't stop to see
The beautiful things
I'm just grumpy

And, my Silent Friend
The weekend
Will be much more of the same
It's a laugh, isn't it
This decorating game

So apologies again
My Diary
If I'm short or a little terse
May be Friday will bring forth
A happier, jollier verse

Dear Diary: Tuesday Tuesday

Dear Diary
Sorry if I woke you
It wasn't my intent
I'm just very restless here
Forgive me, no harm meant

You see, Diary
I'm not one for sleep
Always been that way
Once awake, it's up I get
And start a brand new day

But it's quite difficult
My friend
When you're waking around four
Trying not to disturb the others
With clicking lock or creaking floor

So dear Diary
I most often lie
Quite restless in my bed
Phone in hand, verses planned
Thoughts running through my head

And sadly, Dear Diary
Insomniac Club's customers
Have worn quite thin
They've seen the errors of their ways
And managed to sleep in

I'll try, Tired Diary
Not to be jealous
They manage the night through
I'm up in forty minutes anyway
Got more varnishing to do

Some would say
My Learned Friend
I wake from anxiety
In truth, I think it's just habit
That I can't break easily

Well, I'd better
Dear Diary
Leave you to your sweet repose
I'll have a coffee waiting
For you, at six, on the nose

Dreams

I dreamt last night that I was killed
Shot, some way to die
I saw it all, watched it all
From the safety of my mind's eye

I was caught up in something
A robbery or crime
The culprits went and captured me
The rest played out in mime

I watched as they shot her
The lady by my side
Her body fell, a crumpled heap
With not an ounce of pride

Then they turned upon me
Unsure of what was next
One of the assailants was quite calm
The other truly vexed

They grabbed me tight
Gun to my ear
Trigger pulled quick
No time for tear
I felt it all
Or so I thought
In the dream
My brain had wrought

Vibrations filled my body
Electricity ran to my toes
Body wrenched with spasms
Mind free of all woes

A thorough and total numbness
Quickly then ensued
Then blackness approached quickly
Matching my dark mood

My eyes opened at that point
Body shaking, 2:53
It seemed all so very close
To some strange reality

Wonder what will come tonight
When I'm tucked up in my bed
Hope it's something gentler
Than a bullet in the head

Dear Diary: Monday Monday

Dear Diary
I'm lost for words
Here we are again
Dull and grey
Come what may
Travelling on the train

Say Diary
Have you ever felt like
You are all alone
Surrounded but
Isolated
As you tap in to your phone

And Diary
Ever felt like
You are waiting, waiting
And everything you do
In life
Is simply annotating

Write a verse
Don't make it terse
Simply, there's no need
Type your tweet
And life's complete
I'm sure we're all agreed

Tumblr or blog
Faces agog
What's the point at all
Write yourself down
Remove the frown
Prepare for the long haul

So, Dearest Diary
I'm done now
My words are spent
I bid goodbye
I'm off to try
Myself to reinvent

A day of white

People gather
Chitter chatter
Donned in Sunday best
Pint in hand
Seating planned
All at their bequest

Take your seat
All hearts beat
Bridegroom takes his place
The lady of the day
Makes her way
Watched by every face

Vows and tears
Smiles and cheers
Tissues kept close by
Laughs and more
Speeches no chore
Barely one dry eye

Day shared with friends
Signed with pens
Evening danced away
One day of white
And future bright
A lovely wedding day

Dear Diary: Friday

Dear Diary
What can I say?
It's the end of the week
Finally Friday
The weekend's ahead
No time for bed
Get get, get up
Lazy head

My Diary
It's a busy old time
Thinks to paint and see
It's such a crime
Want to be in the sun
Have some fun
Get up, get up
There's jobs to be done

My Objective Friend
I hold you dear
Want you to stay close
Keep my head clear
Because I belong
In the words to your song
Help me get up
Don't let me scrape along

Dear Diary: Thursday

Dear Diary
This will be brief, a sonnet of fourteen lines
First eight, then six, to be complete
Before the sun rises and shines
And what then will be contained
In this not-so epic ode?
Truth is, I am at a loss
For myself, I can't decode

So, my Silent Partner
Want to switch places for a while?
In each others shoes
We could walk an hour, or mile
Then I'll be you, and you'll be me
And I'll be rid of Mister Three

Dear Diary: Wednesday

Dear Diary
It's drizzly
And grey
There's no sun or smiles
To warm the day

Dear Quiet One
I'll be
Quiet too
Another full day
To drag myself through

Twists and turns
Aches and yearns
Coffee's not gonna be enough
Stress and pains
And painting strains
Is making me quite gruff

So my friendly Objective Ear
What lies
Ahead for thee?
Hope it's grand, and all you planned
And I'll be filled with jealousy

Dear Diary: Tuesday

Dear Diary
I'm feeling quiet
Not got much to say
But I guess you know that feeling
Each and every day

Dear Silent You
Don't you get bored
Always being mute?
Want to tell me all about it?
Release the pain that's so acute?

I'm a good listener
Or so I'm often told
Come on, come in to the warmth
Get out of the cold
I'll take in every word you say
Consume each note and pause
Spill it out, spit it out
You're not a long lost cause

Dear Quiet Friend
This day's for you
Release that pent-up energy
For every word you say, on this grey day
Saves me talking about me

Dear Diary: Monday

Dear Diary
Monday's come
Around again
It's gonna test me to the limit
Please help keep me sane

Dear Friendly Ear
I rely on you
A lot
Sometimes chatting endlessly
Seems everything I've got

Do you ever tire
Of listening to my rant?
Does the babble I spill out
Make your bored or hesitant?

Do you ever long, my friend
To scream or yell at me?
Or are you too kind-hearted
And relent easily?

Sorry for all the questions
My silent
Travelling aide
But often from the negative
You easily dissuade

Until, dear Dear Diary
The very worst
Has come and quickly gone
Thanks for staying with me
Thanks for holding on