Alzheimer’s Victim

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Progress inevitably
Redefines personality,
Amplifies the past
When days were long,
Names were known,
And the sun shone.
Rage builds
Eliminating rationale,
What was known
Falls away,
Disjoined memory
Fails the day.
Temper seethes,
Anger precedes
Breakdown of speech,
Tyranny of disease
Locks me inside,
Should I be fed?
You decide.

Alzheimer’s victim:
Humanity stripped
Bit by bit.

(c) wordz2Go Mar 2018

Dedicated to my Aunty Gloria.

Romans 8:26-28 The Message (MSG) ‘’Meanwhile, the moment we get tired in the waiting, God’s Spirit is right alongside helping us along. If we don’t know how or what to pray, it doesn’t matter. He does our praying in and for us, making prayer out of our wordless sighs, our aching groans.’’

Tornado

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Disconcertingly,
The rug is pulled from beneath your feet:
Life seems bittersweet.
Bewilderingly,
You’re upside down, sucked
Into the path of a tornado
Where you’re forced to go
Round and round,
Until you’re so dizzy you can’t think,
Or sleep
And every decision is too deep.

Life’s like that,
Ticking over nicely
Then …
Bam … it all begins to unravel
As you try to grapple
With the unfathomable.

Copyright wordz2Go Nov 2016
Matthew 6:25-27

First Day Back

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My first day back at work today
I could have stayed away
A little more,
But, I might have been missed
And I couldn’t insist
On marking students absent
If they were there and I was not.
So I packed a clean mug
And some prescription drugs
To see me through the day.
Before you know it –
It’s like I’ve never been away1

I’ve done it –
I’ve started a new term
To teach and to learn,
But we’re three staff down
So I’ve been running around –
Now all I have to do
Is beat the queue
Out of the car park tonight
And take delight
‘Cos I’ve earned my G n’ T –
Don’t be beastly to me:

I’m shattered!

Copyright words2Go Jan 2016

Adultery

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Work is only a part of life,
a love-hate addiction that thrills us and kills us;
Like a pacifist with a pistol,
work defines us and consumes us,
Chews us up day by day.
Guilty as lovers, we cannot stay away.
Work pays the bills, provides a luxury,
We are satiated by this adultery.
Switch off, go home and chill,
Take your fill of your family.
Work alone is mere existence,
Distance yourself; wean the addiction,
Life desires full participation.
Work will exist long after we are gone beyond.

Copyright wordz2Go 2 March 2014

Marking

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Iv’e been tied up in my study
marking websites all day long
Why don’t my students listen
and follow feedback given
To gain the grade they long?

I just can’t understand them,
what are they playing at?
Do they think I wouldn’t notice
That their referral work is bogus?
I’m feeling rather flat.

The thing they just don’t get
is that their time is short,
They only have the year
To get themselves in gear –
The ship has left the port.

Please follow my instructions
if you want to pass,
Then I can have a weekend off
And start to be a bit less cross,
Find the wine and fill my glass.

Copyright wordz2Go 12 January 2014

The Gamester

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Wayne he is a gaming fan, a very clever man
He’s working hard to build his personal pension plan.
Communication is his very own Achilles heel;
The cry goes out, ‘Where’ Wayne’ we ask, that man is so unreal!
He’s hiding in the lab again
He does from time to time
He’ll be playing with his games engine
And sipping soda lime.
He’s not a man of many words, prefers HTML,
He’s even moved his office desk to avoid the doorbell,
He’d rather zone out and get on with his game.
The cry goes, out, ‘Where’s Wayne’ we ask; but, all the same,
We wouldn’t change him for the world, we’d rather look and lose,
‘Tis better to have loved and lost, and to be bemused
A game of hide and seek enlivens up our day
We really wouldn’t have it another way!

Copyright wordz2Go 25 November 2013

Young Timothy

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‘Young Timothy’ I call him,
He’s the oldest one of us
A wise and loving father figure, he never makes a fuss
He always has the answer to whatever we don’t know
He is getting older but those grey hairs just don’t show!
There’s nothing Young Timothy cannot sort out –
From Excel to ECDL; just give him a shout!
He even showed me yesterday where I was going wrong –
How to mail a photo from my iPhone to Hong Kong.
He’s a real old fashioned gentleman, very well brought up
You’ll never hear him swear or shout or make a real muck up.
A milder mannered man you surely will not meet
Young Timothy is a pleasure and my secret little treat
As he always says a cheery ‘Good morning, Angie’
It makes my day that he shows his care for me.

Copyright wordz2Go 21 November 2013

The Healthy One

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Adie is a friend of mine; he’s really nice and sweet,
He’s slightly bald, not too tall, with the body of an ex-athlete.
From this description you can see he’s really quite unique.
He always has a cheery smile and never gets the blues
If I am down he’ll lift my mood and pull me right around.
He loves to watch the footie, he’s a dedicated fan,
Every Saturday at King Power singing with the gang.
Adie eats only organic, healthy food
Offer him a bag of chips, he’ll think you’re being rude!
Nothing calorific has ever passed his lips
He’ll only eat fruit and salad with his fingertips.
He’s a very helpful colleague, good to have around
You need someone to keep your feet upon the ground.
A fine, upstanding specimen, a techno-gizmo geek
He brings a ray of sunshine to my working week!

Copyright wordz2Go 21 November 2013

Cup of Tea Time

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I’ve been to the NEC today
My legs are feeling knackered
My throat is dry, my feet are sore
I’m pretty cream crackered.
I want to get home now,
Put my feet up, have some tea,
But I’m stuck on a bus in a sea
of traffic, crawling along the M69,
ebbing tantalisingly close to where I need to be,
Yet the traffic flow is so damn slow,
I could walk home faster; If only I could master
The secret of getting off a moving bus without creating any fuss and just disappear silently, like Dynamo.
‘Where did you go?’ they’d say to me
And I’d just smile sweetly
And tweet from home beside my fire, happy as Larry
Home and free, with my cup of tea.

Copyright wordz2Go 15 November 2013