Warning

SIGNS SIGNS
http://signs2.blogspot.com.au/
& 
MELLOW YELLOW
http://mellowyellowmonday.blogspot.com.au/

WARNING

A sign that really says it all.
Chances of staying alive are small!
And yet it seems that your estate,
Will not be saved by your awful fate!
As soon as you are the dear departed
And off to the cemetery you are carted
Your piggy bank will  be invaded
Before the memory of you has faded!
Better play safe and just obey.
Stay alive and stay away!
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NOTHING SERIOUS

It was such a small accident.

Just a little altercation with the kerb.

I bumped my head, but only slightly.

I touch the spot with my tissue;

Only a speck of blood.

I sit quite still for a few moments.

Now I'm fine to drive home.

Except that......

The world has gone mad.

The up is down and the down is up!

Buildings are falling-in on me!

Everything is reflecting 

Off everything else!

Duplication, duplication 

Everywhere!

The colour has drained away.

Odd creatures cross the street.

What are they?

My head is beginning to throb.

The pain!

I think I remember how to drive....

I must get home quickly.

Where is home?

When I get there

Little I'll lie have bed on a down the I think..............

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Twice as Tasty

SIGNS SIGNS

http://signs2.blogspot.com.au/

TWICE AS TASTY

The very thought makes you lick your lips!

These are not your humdrum chips;

These are chips cooked by the sun;

Crisp and crunchy when they're done.

Your inner man will enjoy the food

And you'll find you're in a mellow mood

Because you've also helped the planet,

And that can't be a bad thing, can it? 

The sun (unless it's in eclipse)

Will have helped to cook your chips.

And, while you're feeling mildly mellow

Enjoy the clever sign in yellow.

Mock shadows make us all look twice;

Really a very smart device.

So popping-out for a bag of chips

Has proved  one of your most rewarding trips!

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'The Revenant' by Andrew Wyeth.

THE PLEADING

I beg you, let me go.

We loved so long ago;

While you still live below.

I hover here.

Your longing holds me tight,

And yet the threads are slight,

I've gone beyond delight;

Beyond a tear.

Now what I long for most

Is freedom as a ghost,

And yet you daily boast

That love lives on.

Each time you sigh my name

In an eternal claim

It always is the same......

I can't be gone.

Accept that I am dead

And learn to live instead.

Break the unwanted thread

And let me fly.

Our love was of the earth,

Now it's of little worth;

Re-discover joy and mirth.

And let me die.

I long to pass the screen

You force to lie between

Freedom and love that's been

In our lost youth.

Embrace reality;

Don't sob and sigh for me,

I'm yearning to be free;

That is the truth.

I'm bored with my present state.

Unfinished! That's my fate,

And yet you recreate

Me every day!

By longing for the kiss

Which I no longer miss

You keep me from my bliss

And I must stay.

A revenant's fate is mine.

Please do not weep and pine

Love may have been divine

But say goodbye.

Then I may be set free

To be what I should be,

A thing of mystery.

Please let me die!

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* A Revenant is an animated corpse!

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PS

Win some! Lose some! Our last play presentation was not the best. Firstly, I got the time wrong for picking-up Bev; then I couldn't find a decent parking spot; then my wrenched knee was hurting. Joy rang and told me she couldn't participate in today's show, so I had to, hastily, find a long skirt so that I could take her part! Luckily, this hid my elastic knee-bandage.......after all, I was acting the part of a beautiful young virgin! The audience was uninspired and we were uninspiring! Only Carole, our pianist, was delighted! She was able to play the beautiful grand piano, because we performed in the church. For some reason, this quite upset me. I haven't been to church for half a century, and I'm an atheist, but I suppose ones childhood upbringing never leaves one. And I couldn't help thinking how my father would have hated us performing our silly little play, complete with innuendos, in front of the altar! I felt really uncomfortable the whole time. We were overpaid for our feeble efforts, so I returned some of the money to the church funds to placate my conscience.

Uninspired, but ready to start!