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| 'Bursting Out' by Trish, 2010 |
A TIME OF QUESTIONING
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I heard myself say one time in a dream,
Things are never just what they seem.
If I ask for advice, from one who seems wise,
They laugh themselves silly, or say, 'Good one wise guy!
What's the way around the confusion, all this stuff?
Sometimes things get right out of hand, really, rough!
Am I the one at fault, asking too many questions ?
Could I actually be inviting all these hurtful rejections?
I'm not going to give in and change my way,
When the end comes, as it will, I want to say,
It's been a life of learning, a right royal load,
Made easier by a wise person, who helped, share my road.
Tushie
A NEW ME
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| 'Contemporary Woman' by Trish 1995 |
I can’t decide exactly how it should be.
My colors are OK, and other things look right,
But I think there’s something wrong, with my sight.
My eyelashes are stunning a sight for sore eyes,
I couldn't’t look more different , even if I tried.
There’s certainly a flare, surrounding me now
But eyes in opposite directions, is a no, no, somehow.
Why must one be careful not to go too far,
Some would coop one up, as a bird in a jar.
Well we all know the outcome of something like that.
Now I’ve got it! I’ll create a colorful, ‘Jesters Hat’.
It doesn't resolve all the issues, still on demand,
There’s also the problem of needing a hand.
Once a cruel person said, I’d a nose like a snout.
Its utterly exhausting trying to sort it all out
(More to come)
Tushie
THIS IS WHAT HAPPENED
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I turned to her and I said,
'You've got rocks in your head
Pick on someone your own size,
Mrs Pick-a-Lickle, four eyes.
I know you've got a wooden head,
Hard as the legs on my single bed.
And don't think by being all nice to me,
I'll forget how unkind you can be!
I know all of the things you said,
About our shabby house, and old shed.
Well, go and live somewhere else, a better place,
And I'll never again need, look at your phony face'.
Tushie (this is a picture of 'Mrs Pick-a-Lickle' and me)
Tushie
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| 'Denial' by Trish 1994 |
IT ISN'T SO
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I can't believe it and I won't,
Even if it's true I don't!
If I say, it isn't, say it isn't so,
I'm right! Who better to know?
I don't believe it's true!
And if it was, what'll I do?
I know, I'll do, what I do, just pray,
That God will take it forever, all away.
Tushie
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| 'The Prophet' by Trish, 1997 |
INDEPENDENT- UNSYMPATHETIC- FRIEND
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I said, you were crazy, to believe such crap,
'But he told me, he loved me' 'Yeh! I recall that.
Do you recall what I said, when he didn't come home,
And you searched the city with a friggin, tooth comb?
Well, let me remind you, may it stand as a future warning,
Get out of a bloke's flat, before it comes morning.
If the sun rises on you both, and your still in his bed,
I tell you from experience, your as well done, as a cold, fried egg.
Tushie
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LILLY LESTER (Lester was her maiden name)
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Before she died, Lilly Lester, was married to Albert Well,
Albert was the organ player and ringer of the old church bell.
Long was their married life, and few were their dissatisfaction, few their quarrels,
They felt pleased with themselves, and Lilly felt it time, to take it easy, rest on their laurels.
But a young woman came into town, the town saw, she'd set her eyes on Albert,
She called herself Charmaine, the butcher said, her last name was Talbot,
Lilly was in a state, a frenzy, when the fruiterer said, 'She's a looker, so she is, born right fair'.
For the first time Lilly took of her scarf, and had them, perm and color, her iron grey hair.
Folks agreed, it's hard to say, what is was Charmaine did, or how she continued to create strife,
To make her bid for Albert Well, no matter, as they said, that he'd long had, a harsh, but faithful, wife.
The strain of it all, came out, one night in an argument, as Lilly lay, restless, on their double bed.
'Damn and blast', said Albert, 'Charmaine's half my age, have you gone daft in the head?'
Lilly died before morning, the hairdresser said, it was from a broken heart, it seemed.
Her hair, when she passed on, was iron gray again, the town fortune teller, had seen it, in tea leaves.
Charmaine came to offer, sympathy, to Albert Well, said, she'd help in anyway she could,
'Perhaps, if he liked, she'd visit now and again?' Albert replied, 'You're very kind, like it I would'.
Tushie
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| 'Lilly Well' by Trish, 1994 |
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