Thursday, 7 September 2017

Snakes & Sinners...

I have walked with wolves

And slept with snakes

Been touched by things

From beyond the grave

I have dined with devils

And danced with thieves

I have watched the sly progress

Of death and disease

I have heard the banshees

Wail in the night

And felt the earth tremble

Through a demons stride

I have sat amongst sinners

And the vilest of villains

Yet I would rather all of these

Than suffer a politician

Poem only © Copyright Lynn Gerrard

Thursday, 31 August 2017

The Sunday Gang...

The Sunday Gang

Hands clasped in prayer

With a list of demands

Expecting their God to give a care

Too self-righteous to question

As they're kneeling on their pews

How can a prayer be answered

If God doesn't believe in you!

Poem only   © Copyright Lynn Gerrard


Attics full of mystery

And other people's history

Dark, dank corners

Hiding long dead shapes

Poem only  © Copyright Lynn Gerrard

Wednesday, 30 August 2017

My Father's Cardigan...

This is all I have of him

The sum total of a life

I never shared with him.

Wearing this

He never held me in his arms

He never reached out to me

He never waved me a cheery


Nor a weary


We were distanced

Through the cold circumstance

Of divorce

And through silly situations

Spawned from mutual stubbornness

Unspoken conversations

And the nonsense of pride

Many, many lonely moons ago

But my heart never abandoned him

My thoughts kept him close

If only in my head

And my regret is

That I never told him this

That I never placed my arm

Around his shoulder

In his final cardigan wearing days

And said to him the words

That had orbited my heart

All of my life

"I love you, dad"

© Copyright Lynn Gerrard

Sunday, 20 August 2017

Let Us Prey...

The parish priest

Peddles through town

Preying on sinners

'Fore the sun goes down

Poem only  © Copyright Lynn Gerrard

Saturday, 12 August 2017

Moments Spent...

Oh, the ache

Of moments spent

How quickly

The years unfold

And fade away 

Poem only  © Copyright Lynn Gerrard

Friday, 16 June 2017

The Turn...

Youth now spent

As age stomps on

Leaves wistful thoughts

Of all that's gone

'Cos now where once

I did turn heads

My wizened form

Turns stomachs instead!

Poem only  © Copyright Lynn Gerrard