Thursday, 7 April 2011

Aging pangs

How in the world do you age and feel ageless? Oh yeah there’s the spiel, albeit clichéd, about how you are as young as you feel. Yeah I feel young, so young that sometimes I end up making decisions like a 13 year old. But that’s in my head and may be in my heart but definitely not in my physical form!
The weight just piles on easily! You look at a tart, and wham! You’ve just been slammed with a few more inches. And it stays, stuck on you like a tattoo you didn’t want! And then there’s hair that graying, bones that are creaking and lines that are showing!!! I agree there are solutions to all these complaints of mine. The market is flooded with products to battle the bulge, colour your hair and an array of age defying creams. But by the time you get around to deciding which one’s best for you, you’ve already aged another 5 years!
My sister says I shouldn’t feel so bad because now I’m wiser! Ok there’s a thought, but why should wisdom come at the cost of cellulite and wrinkles????

Itchy triceps, bellowing bum

one of the members of the group i belong to asked to pen some lines using this phrase "itchy triceps, bellowing bum' and this what I came up with!!

Itchy triceps, bellowing bum
In my abdomen, there's a strange hum
Had many a chicken crumb
And washed it down with some Jamaican rum

Itchy triceps, bellowing bum
Feeling like the pond scum
Wish I had listened to my mum
And instead had some Senegal rum




Love Change



My love will change him, I said
In time, he’ll be mine, I pled
His heart all battered, bruised
My touch will heal him, I promised

Waking in the night, whispering words trite
In the wax light, poems of love we recite
Love stories of yore, we overwrite
Altering prose, our grammar contrite

Mindless arguments on each other, we implore
On the long walks, we so adore,
Change around the corner, I ignore
Forgetting the vows I made, before

The promises I made, he kept
On my tribulations, he wept
In discerning me he was no longer, inept
Unraveling my scrape while I, slept

Virtue of patience, he taught
To appease me, he wrought
I paused, I pondered, I thought
What afore, had I sought
His love had changed me, I said
Time was ours, I pled
My heart all serene, bare and spread
His touch had healed me instead