Please Don’t Call This Love

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I’m not yr punching bag

Not yr piñata

So give me a break

what is it you are after

 

I’m not yr pincushion

Not yr whipping boy

so why are you so intent

on stifling my joy

 

Yr not my parole officer

you are not my judge

so don’t cross examine me

& please don’t call this love.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Lucky

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Penny has a new pet.

A Labrador called Lucky.

It’s what she always wanted.

Well, almost.

He sits, jumps and spins around

and chases after frisbees.

Penny takes him for long walks

on the screen.

When he’s tired Penny puts him to bed.

His kennel is a black microchip.

When Penny slips it in the game console

each morning

Lucky comes out to play.

He woofs with delight and rubs

his snowy head against the screen.

Penny would love to cuddle him.

 

  • pic courtesy of Wikimedia Commons

 

A Quiet Place

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We’ve come to a quiet place

a harbor

beyond the squalls and storms

of yesterday

where nerves frayed

we tore each other’s hearts

away

a quiet place

a harbour

to berth our frail vessels

a good place to stay

 

  • photo courtesy of Wikimedia Commons

Love Song of the Garbage Truck

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Come to me, says the garbage truck to his love,

Waiting on the edge of the road for him,

You’re late, she says, looking at her watch.

I’ve been here since early morning.

Never mind, he says. It’ll be worth it

Grabbing her firmly around the waist,

Clutching her with his cold metallic hands,

You could have warmed them first, she says

Never mind the temperature, feel the grip,

he answers. Come into these loving arms,

Closer, closer,

Now. Doesn’t that feel good?

Wasn’t that worth the wait?

I bet you say that to all the bins, she says

As he gently places her back on the sidewalk.

See you next Thursday, he calls back.