Wishful Thinking

CARRY ON TUESDAY
http://carryontuesdayprompt.blogspot.com.au/
This week we use the title of a song from China Crisis.

WISHFUL THINKING

Wishes have no power at all!

They just occupy the mind.

They are just little stories

Of a self-deluding kind.

They may be fun to think about;

Day-dreaming does no harm,

And manipulating the future

Has a certain flimsy charm.

But relying on the wishes

Is a very dangerous sport;

Thinking one can alter things

Just with the power of thought.....

Religious thoughts are wishful;

People hope for the best.

They call their wishful dreams 'belief',

And consider that they're blessed.

Maybe these thoughts console them,

But I will always shrink

From building my life on day-dreams

And relying on a wishful-think.

*

----------------------------

BE ONE

A letter and a number, and a message lies therein;

It says to us 'Just Be One and then you're bound to win'.

It's promoting mind over matter, and all that sort of guff,

But, believe me, imagination is never quite enough.

Throughout my dumpy, awkward years I longed to excel at sport,

Thinking I could 'B1' through the power of positive thought.

As a ball came hurtling to me I'd think 'I know I can!'

Saving the team from ignominy, that was my earnest plan.

I longed to be the heroine whom everyone applauded;

I longed to get a trophy and be universally lauded.

But the ball slipped through my fingers, or whizzed straight past my ear,

And all I heard was a soulful groan not a long and adoring cheer!

I'd admire the local athletes and think 'I can B1 too!'

But it was always obvious that I hadn't got a clue.

And the more I tried the more I failed! Till I often lay in bed

Thinking of the playing-field and wishing I were dead.

The Power of Positive Thinking can only go so far.

If you haven't got the equipment you can never be a star.

I soon gave up the struggle, knowing I could never 'B1',

And since then I've found a million things that give me much more fun.

*

Timeworn

POETS UNITED

http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com.au/

suggested the topic

TIMEWORN

(An acrostic)

Tell me tales of long ago
I love the sentimental glow.
Memories are very sweet

Even when they're incomplete.

Worn out? Ah no! Still fresh and new;
Old and yet still bright and true.
Remembering is such sweet sorrow.

*
Now to make memories for tomorrow!

*

----------------------------------------------------------------

FIRST JOB

I was at Training College,

Learning how to teach,

And, in my summer holiday,

I went down to the beach.

There was a little cafe there

Right by the bowling green

And next-door to the tennis courts.

Quite a busy scene!

Most of the time it was quiet,

But all games come to an end,

And, when they did, the screaming hordes

Would suddenly descend!

Coffee white and coffee black,

Sandwiches, all sorts;

Ice-cream, bags of chips and such....

This was just from the tennis courts!

At the same time bowlers would bowl in,

Begging me to hurry;

Everyone asking for different things! 

It really was a worry!

But it was the change that stymied me!

I just couldn't get it right!

I grew more and more flustered

As they cried 'We'll be here all night!'

And, worst of all, was the sneering

Because I couldn't cope;

'Did you say that you intend to teach!

Good God, you haven't a hope!'

I truly hated the customers

And the insults that were hurled,

And it's made me really sympathise

With the waitresses of this world.

*