house arrest

is that a star
or a satellite
shining in the sky so bright?
gonna pretend
it is a star
shinin’ down
from the heavens so far
cause stars
like love, like angels
help me to cope
a light in the darkness
that always offers hope

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asking for a friend

such a lovely autumn day
yet it brings no relief
anxiety comes creeping in
a loathsome sneak thief

the queues for food banks grow longer
every day their numbers rise
still those in power ignore us
to them we are no prize

office cleaners, wait staff
the people who raise your kids
they follow the rules you set
do you care that they’re on the skids?

teachers, medics, store clerks
bin men, doctors, nurses
too many people with too much knowledge
with ever-dwindling purses

on the street all is quiet
are we in stage three or four?
is the vaccine coming soon?
there’s no clear answer anymore

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the third sin

so tired of
rainy days
‘n internet scammers
endless political u-turns
illegal rave jammers

fed up with
Facebook ‘n Twitter
fake ads, fake prose
their claims they can’t control it
but they could fix it if they chose

sick to death
of lockdown
wanna work, see my friends
the lies just keep on comin’
there are no Covid dividends

had enough of
racist posts
45’s fat orange face
BoJo’s sucking up
migrants with no safe space

‘n I CANNOT watch
one more clip
of a black person’s death
the grief of a family as they watch
someone they love take their last breath

clearly
something’s wrong
with the world we live in now
those in power will not help us
their god is Greed – to him they bow

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gone (top floor boyz 2)

where’d they go,
those top floor boyz,
who used to watch me in the garden?
the smiles ‘n shouts they sent through lockdown
helped a scared heart not to harden

so sad,
I never learned their names
they’d laugh when I would ask
yet they were present every day
overseeing each green task

what happened to
those top floor boyz?
who so cheekily would flirt
while I pulled weeds in the garden
or dug holes in the dirt

where’ve they gone?
are they hiding?
have they gone on holiday?
their crowded windowsills are now empty –
sure hope they haven’t moved away

young boyz,
they were social
mates in every Friday night
smoke clouds waftin’ from their window
as I sipped wine by sunset’s light

guess my top floor boyz
are gone now
‘n though I wish them well
I miss those smiles – I feel abandoned
left alone in lockdown hell

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gone

observation

so nice
choppin’ veg
makin’ dinner for two
rain just startin’ to fall
sky her favourite shade of blue

it’s fun
yellin’ to him
from the other room
love lives in the “uh huh”
that splits the evening gloom

the joy
of watchin’ him read
as he sips that 2nd beer
though the world remains in lockdown
she’s not alone – he’s still here

best of all
is anticipatin’
climbin’ into bed
darkness hugs them both
as they lie nestled head to head

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sunset gin

it’s my own special concoction
utilised on those days
when I waft from room to room
in an unthinking daze
mornings when I feel unsettled
afternoons when I feel blue
after evening tea
when I don’t know what to do
made especially for those days
when I simply cannot win
a magic remedy
that I call sunset gin

no, I’m not gone tell you
what’s in the recipe
just believe me when I tell you
it restores your sanity
a quirky tri-coloured mix
of orange & pink & yellow
all angst disappears
one glass of this & you’ll feel mellow
it’s no antidote for Covid
though troubles it will drown
love me some sunset gin
it’s my solution to lockdown

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sunset gin

just wanna stay in my bubble

it’s a good start to the morning
silky scented shower gel
bubbles that bathe my weary body
I face a new day of “new normal” hell

a squeeze of the Fairy bottle
prior to doin’ the breakfast dishes
sends tiny bubbles flyin’
like renewed childhood wishes

outdoors in the garden
red watering can tops up the pond
rainbow bubbles float on the surface
blue tits joyously respond

& at day’s end there’s Prosecco
dancin’ bubbles in crystal glass
alcoholic reassurance
that this too shall one day pass

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Just wanna stay in my bubble

the social compact has been broken

when time ceases to have meaning
it can be hard to feel at ease
shakin’ off the spectre of guilt
at havin’ hours to do as you please

in an effort to live life “normal”
you dress each day as if for work
endin’ up on the sofa with Netflix
troubled by duties you think you’ve shirked

can’t sit still, must do something
upscale a table, mop some floors
work sustained you, gave you meaning
now you spend time inventing chores

all this is new to you
years spent runnin’ that rat race
no guidelines on how to act
when languor stares you in the face

‘n our leaders offer naught
save platitudes ‘n useless blether
Big Brother is runnin’ amok
we’re not all in this together

thus we re-paint our kitchens
spruce up our garden greenery
as we hold our breath ‘n wait
on the political machinery

but we’re expendable to them
they’ve no concept of what is right
we can only depend on us
to build a future both fair ‘n bright

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a home in Dundee

everyone needs a sanctuary
mine’s a beige ‘n green dome
a place of love ‘n safety
a carefully created home

thoughtfully chosen
was each room’s colour scheme
to be designed around
an intensely personal theme

happy hours spent in Craft World
to make the wreath for my front door
haunting all the local shops
for the right rug for the lounge floor

with the curtains for each room
I went a little overboard
I wanted what I wanted
so the budget got ignored

lamps, cushions, bookcases
bought ‘n paid for with dispatch
bed linens, bath mats, towels
everything a perfect match

my roots are apparent
about that there’s no mystery
family ‘n friends in frames
honour my unique history

this is my home, my refuge
wherein dwell my fish ‘n me
it’s the place I love the most
my little flat in my bonnie Dundee

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a home in Dundee

chocolate donuts

circlets of chocolate joy
waiting to be eaten
will she defer this delight –
can temptation be beaten?

so pleasing to the palate
while reading a book
she sneaks 3 out the box
feeling like the lowest crook

later she’ll devour the rest
snuggled up in her cozy bed
watching a horror movie
a chain-saw removing a head

such childish jubilation
at chocolate melting on the tongue
gastronomic memories
of simpler days when she was young

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