Friends… Not Friend

Time moves on

People change while

Opinions fray

What we were

What we had

No more


Can’t be what we want

You say different

I think different

Interests and ideals

Don’t stay the same

They can’t


Friends… Not friend

Simple lives

No complications

No more, no less

A friendly handshake

And memories of what was


It is what it is

Nothing to lose

Nothing to gain

No shame

Just ‘See you later’

And ‘All the best’


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The Funeral

In Remembrance…


The day was cold and wet

When mourners gathered that day

To pay their respects


A hole in the ground

Prepared to receive its host

Dimensions Precise


A sombre moment

Casket; polished wood and brass

Slips through bearers hands


While words recited

Remind of good times gone by

And hymns sung in praise


It’s time to move on

Sadness fades but not today

Eat, drink, be thankful


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Image from Pixabay

End of Days

All his life he’s watched the clock

A count down to the end of days

Obsessed by his own mortality

When a normal life was to be had


As a child he grew up with dread in mind

A war not real but no less threatening

Thoughts of rockets and poisoned clouds

Of living through a slow irradiated death


As a teen, his first message delivered

He felt the reaper watching

Told on a bus ride home

That a fellow teen had fallen


Followed by a neighbour

A Grandparent

All in quick succession

Death was real


Now he lives a wasted life

Still looking over his shoulder

His troubled heart blackened

Shrivelled by doubt and fear


And lingering in the shadows

In the corner of his eye

There but not quite in sight

Death in all his glory!


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Really life distractions

Don’t arf get in the way

Just leave me in the corner

I’ll be happy to write all day


Of bad dreams and faeire tales

Of knights in shining armour

Of witches and their warlocks

Stirring up all kinds of drama


Leave me under my staircase

With paper and pen in hand

I’ll right you a wonderful story

Of many a far away land


When I’m done, I’ll go to my bed

With a pillow of cloudy white

And dream of another fantasy

For you; it would be a delight


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Image from Pixabay

In October Time

T’is the month of harvest and bounty

When the weather starts getting blustery

And the nights draw in austerely

While children prepare excitedly

For spooky times so dastardly

And a night of scares and tomfoolery


Copyright © JRFC September 2019
Images from Pixabay