The Wily Heart '12

My heart is again

Wide open

For last night to me

It has thus spoken

“So far I’ve lied,

But I have him inside

And therefore

I have to be broken”

Of John and Jane '00

He says it is'nt right
That they give him a fright
My words and their meanings
My likes and my leanings
So my emotions I fight
And try to conceal
All that I feel
But deep down I know
That long tresses with curls
Slender necks with pearls
Fragrant skin, shaped brow
Don't for me somehow
Hold the same attraction
As the rough morning stubble
The brawn and the muscle
It just ain't the same
So I live with the bane
And go out with Jane

But once she's gone
I wish she were John ;-)

The Boss' Secretary '05

A pretty face

A pretty face

So petty though

You’d have to know

A little power player

The proxy mayor

Opinionated

And silently hated

So clearly content

With her tuppence

Of self importance.

Slave To Envy '00

There she goes
The poor dear
With a heart full of wrinkles
Jilted
Shunned
Yet again
I nudge my neighbor
And pity aloud
Shake my head
In mock concern
She looks at me
Does not miss
My insolence
I don't miss either
Her straight spine
Shining eyes
And a face
So confident, so good..

Women and Woe

Frail or ample
Whatever the sample
Woman and woe
Together they go
And despite her claim
She is solely to blame
For  refusing to bury
The tension & the worry
In an unending quest
To satisfy the rest