An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 31) Horseplay

On returning home to Bushy Down from my three day Parisian romp/romantic interlude with Claire, for which I was still struggling to find the appropriate pigeon hole to place the experience in, I was left with a very different feeling than after our normal outings.
So I thought, rightly or wrongly, the best course of action was to make my way to Roehampton and reacquaint myself with the youthful delights of my girlfriend Georgia in her university digs.
I had made the decision while on the train from Guildford and Almost as soon as I arrived home I was off again, I just took the time to freshen up and throw a few clothes into a bag and off I went again.
I phoned Georgie from the station to let her know I was coming down and for some reason she went straight on the defensive.
“Why? What have you done” she asked suspiciously
“Nothing, I just miss you” which was not untrue and after that her mood softened and I was welcomed with open arms and other like minded limbs.
So I spent another extended stay with two nights of copious coupling and appropriate romancing in an attempt to redress the balance.
Which I think on the whole I achieved and I was suitably reassured of my love for her and was satisfied it wasn’t just mere lust.
I would have spent longer with her but it was clear that my interfering with her was interfering with her studies so regrettably I left her on Thursday evening.
It was wonderful being with her but I did lie to her when she asked if I was behaving myself, which in plain language meant “are you keeping it in your trousers”, I said of course.
She seemed to believe me although on reflection I think she probably wanted to believe me more than she actually did.
Also while I was with Georgia I spent some of the time dodging phone calls from my publisher, gay Gordon, who was obviously wanting to know the whereabouts of the now overdue chapters.
I would just have to tell him I had been away researching, which in a way I had.
I decided I would keep him waiting until I got home which was about 10.30pm and as I sat down with a large scotch I thought it was probably too late to call him so I resolved to call him in the morning instead and then the phone rang.

I managed to appease Gordon with the promise of a chapter or two by the coming Monday and a further three/four the Monday after that, which he seemed quite happy with.
I was very pleased as I already had one chapter ready to go which meant I could take the weekend off and just relax.
After all it had been a very energetic week.

On Friday morning I was having breakfast when the phone rang. My first thought was that Gordon had reconsidered and I would have to write all weekend after all, but as luck would have it, it turned out to be the Vicar to remind me that it was parish magazine delivery day and that I could pick my quota up from the Village hall anytime after 10.00am.
Shortly before Gerald Overend died I was co-opted onto the church committee as a temporary replacement for his wife Eleanor.
She had been at her sisters since the funeral and the evening of my rather disgraceful behaviour in Gerald’s study, and would remain there for some time yet
So my services were still required in her stead.
“No I hadn’t forgotten Katy” I lied “I was just on my way out the door”
“Oh that’s great Simon” she said with real relief in her voice “we’ll see you shortly then”
I was rather hurt by her genuine lack of faith in me, I know I had actually forgotten but that’s not the point.
I would have remembered if it hadn’t been such a hectic week.
I finished my coffee and went out the back door
I had my habitual grope at Frankie in the garden as usual and she let me have a good squeeze of her huge unfettered tits before she beat me away in feigned disgust.
It’s always been a bit of a game between us every Friday I would try and grope her and she would always beat me away before I reached her treasures.
But since the day she allowed me to split her ginger whiskers she always lets me have a bit of a fondle before she pushes me off.

It wasn’t how I planned to spend my day but I didn’t mind being out the house as it was Beryl Beamish day, Mrs Beamish is my cleaner, and she’s a very good cleaner but quite terrifying at the same time.
So being out and about in the fresh air on such a lovely day was not a chore.
My “patch” was on the Tollington side of the village and consisted of about 25 residences dotted along Tollington Lane and Updown Way, it was about a two hour round trip at an average pace
But I was in no rush as it was a pleasant day the Indian summer was still in evidence so I set off with the bag slung across my shoulder.
My mind was distracted as I made my way along the Tollington
Road delivering the Parish Magazines as I was writing the synopsis in my head for the next few chapters for which I had gathered plenty of research material in the field as it were.
When I reached the furthest most house from the village and made my delivery it started to rain and having left the house that morning without a coat I made a dash for the nearest stand of trees for shelter.
I thought it was probably only a shower but if it lasted longer I could easily amuse myself by setting down my libidinous synopses down in my note book.
The shower did indeed last longer than I thought but the time was well spent.
I headed back down Tollington Road until I reached the southerly end of Updown Way which was a horseshoe shaped road that climbed quite steeply up the hill then eased down the other side rejoining Tolling Road some ¾ of a mile nearer to Bushy Down.
I trudged up the hill and my legs were feeling it by the time I reached the top, where I took a breather and a drink.
Then I made the longer and gentler descent, making my deliveries as I went.
Halfway down the rain came again and this time there were no convenient trees to shelter under but I did see some fifty yards or so ahead a stable block and thought it the most likely source of shelter so I ran in that direction.
Once I got close I noticed the door was a jar so I pushed on it softly.
“Hello” I called as the door opened.
And inside I found India Carrington in the stable grooming her horse wearing only a baggy sweater and riding boots.
“Oh” she gasped “Simon”
“And what are you up to today?” I asked as I gave her a thorough appraisal
“I’m not doing anything wrong” she said defensively “honestly Simon”
“Really?” I quizzed “You do have form though”
Then she got anxious and tried to quickly defend herself talking rapidly.
“We got caught in the rain and my shirt and jodhpurs got wet so I’m drying them on the heater and this is the only dry thing I had to wear” she was almost breathless when she finished
“Yes well I’ve seen you in wet jodhpurs before haven’t I?” I said
“That was different” she said coyly and blushed deeply “and I only did it that once honestly, I’m not a nutter”
And then almost as a after thought
“And it made my nipples sore”
She was referring to the time I had come upon the most interesting scene, where India stood beside her tethered beast, wearing her riding hat, a white shirt opened to the waist and was rubbing her naked breasts against the horse’s neck and shoulder.
She had one hand gripping the horse’s neck and the other one down the front of her open jodhpurs busy pleasuring herself.
“You were very naughty though” I said sternly
“But not now” she said childlike
“So you haven’t done anything that deserves a spanking then?” I asked
“N…”
She was about to say no but decided to leave the word unsaid perhaps she thought a spanking might be quite nice.
This might make another chapter I thought to my self.
I noticed a few hay bails stacked against the wall with horse blankets laying on them.
I sat down on the hay bail and lay my bag on the floor.
India looked coyly in my direction and putting down her curry comb walked slowly over to me with her head bowed looking at her leather booted feet.
“So you are the naughtiest girl I’d ever seen then?” I asked her
“Yes Simon” she answered quietly
I took her by the hand and bent her across my knee
I pulled the jumper up over her hips and exposed her perfect little buttocks
“I think six of the best for naughty girls” I said “you must count”
Then I gave a firm crisp slap on one cheek
“One” India said
Then on the other cheek
“Two”
Then the first again
“Three”
Then the second
“Four”
Then another crisp slap
“Five”
And a very hard one to finish
“SIX” she yelled as she squirmed on my lap and then let out a sigh.
Then I looked down at my handiwork, I looked down at her perfect little cheeks, round and white now blushed with vivid red.
Then I allowed my hand to caress the round pert buttocks, my digits stroking the red streaks left by my fingers.
From her perfect cheeks my fingers traced her shape to the top of her thigh and she squirmed again and let out another sigh
I craned my neck so I could see as my fingers explored her inner thigh and I felt her tense and she let out an involuntary murmur the moment when my finger tips touched the first coarse wispy pubes of her lush bush.
My swollen cock pressed hard into her belly as my fingers parted her labia and elicited a divine moan and when my forefinger entered her she growled and I explored the creamy wetness of her hot pussy.
I worked at her rhythmically and each stroke of slippery slit brought another exquisite moan from her, and rubbing her clit brought yet another and then I felt her body spasm as she came.
The naughty little kitten purred like a cat as she lay across my lap and I was enjoying the moment and trying to decide how I would enjoy her some more when she was startled and quickly climbed off my lap then looked intently at the door.
I turned and looked also and saw Maisie standing in the doorway looking altogether flustered.
“She’s been a naughty girl too” India said “she was watching”
“Really?” I said to Maisie and she nodded
“Well you know what that means” I said and she nodded again
Then she quickly undid her boots and kicked them off and then almost ran across the stable and as she stood before me she undid her dungarees and they fell to the ground.
I gestured to her big blue knickers with my eyes and she quickly pulled them down to her knees exposing her beautiful fluffy bush before launching herself across my knee.
“Can I count Simon” begged India who was sitting a few feet away with her back to the wall.
“Yes” I answered “six of the best again”
Then I gave a firm crisp slap on Maisie’s right cheek
“One” India said
Then on the other cheek
“Two”
Then the right again
“Three”
Then the left
“Four”
Then another crisp slap on the right
“Five” India said with glee “now do the next one hard”
So as instructed by India I gave Maisie a very hard smack to finish
“SIX” India yelled as Maisie squirmed on my lap
Then I looked down at my handiwork and held her gently bent across my knee as She squirmed and wriggled on my knee clearly anticipating what was coming next
My cock again prodded her belly as I inspected the red bloom where I had spanked her bare flesh and without pause I instantly sort out her hot little pussy.
I watched her lying across me as my fingers probed at her juicy minge and my digits rubbed and worked on her roughly and her cunny responded with liquid acquiescence.
India leant forward so she could whisper in my ear
“She’s looking at my snatch”
I looked down at Maisie and through her tousled hair I could see
She definitely had her eyes on India’s bejeweled prize.
India self-consciously pulled her sweater down to cover her self
“Don’t cover it up” I said “open your legs wider, show her a little more”
Reluctantly India obliged and Maisie murmured and sighed
“Maisie likes what she sees” I said to Indie “its making her very wet”
“Its making me wet” India said as she spread her legs wider still.
It didn’t take long after that to finish Maisie off and after I had brought her to a climax she wriggled off my lap like a fish left high and dry by the tide and headed towards India open thighs and her head worked its way up her legs like a pig snuffling for truffles until to both girls satisfaction Maisie found the prized delicacy and feasted on it.
Unfortunately Maisie’s spasmodic wriggling on my lap on top of my already heightened arousal from India’s performance had unfortunately caused me to cream my pants.
So my further participation was ruled out as I wouldn’t be able to make any meaningful contribution to the proceedings for the next 30 minutes so I left the girls playing together.
I decided to deliver the remaining half a dozen Parish mags and then return to the stable and see what further fun was to be had.
I thought as I went from house to house that it had turned out to be another excellent research trip and would certainly provide titillating reading once I had it down on paper.

It was about forty minutes later when I returned to the stable block, just in time to see a red faced Maisie bustle through the doorway and collided with me.
“Oh hello” she said somewhat flustered
And as we stood there in close proximity she reached up and kissed me long and slow, her lips tasted of pussy and so did her tongue.
“Must dash” she said abruptly with a giggle “Frankie will wonder where I am” and off she ran down the lane to the Coopers house, I presumed as I had see Frankie’s truck parked on their drive.
Then I went through the stable door and saw India lying on top of the horse blanket with her eyes closed and a very definite smile on her lips.
But as my curled beast was reawakening I was interested in lips of a different kind.
“Well this time you have defiantly been naughty” I said standing over her.
She opened her eyes and looked up at me
“Yes very naughty” she said the smile now turned into a grin
“But I don’t want another spank” she said as she rose up onto her knees in front of me, I inclined my head to kiss her and she obliged me. India’s lips did not taste of Maisie but I suspected they would some time soon.
The kiss only lasted seconds as she had eyes only for my belt as she quickly undid the buckle and then quickly moved on to my flies,
Once she had pulled the zipper down my trousers and pants quickly followed, then she grabbed hold of my cock
“It’s sticky” India said
“You girls made it sticky” I said
And then she took it in her mouth I suspected that today had been one of firsts for her in many ways and I was almost certain she’d never given head before, she was not the most proficient but it was serving its purpose.
When she disengaged her enthusiastic lips from my bell end I sat down on the blanket beside her, my cock perpendicularly proud and the filly took no persuading to climb aboard and at the second attempt her tight pussy lips encased my throbbing dick as her slippery lips slid down to the root of my shaft.
And the satisfying moan that escaped her as she mounted me was such a primevaly sensual sound it made me grow another inch inside her.
I made her remove her sweater and I saw her glorious little body naked for the first time.
She had beautiful little tits with perfect rose bud nipples.
If she was self conscious she didn’t show it as she set about riding me to the finish line.
But it was clear that she was losing control, a horse beneath her she could control but she was riding a very different beast and was not in command.
So grasping a divine little cheek in each hand I pulled her tight onto me and rolled her sideways so she was on her back and I was on my knees.
She looked small and delicate on her back, her tits all but disappeared but the soft clear skin led down unblemished to the neat triangle of blonde hair and the narrow trembling hips.
I proceeded to finish what India had started but with all the activity on a hay bail not designed for the purpose it was being employed in, it crumbled and fell to the floor and India went along with it.
But undeterred she scrambled to her feet and climbed onto a less used bail and as her pert buttocks waivered before me I plugged into her in an instant.
I’m not sure that that was what she had in mind but she didn’t complain; in fact the only utterances from her were of the animal kind.
I toyed with her soft little tits and teased her rosebud nipples and stared at her delightful quivering buttocks as I performed repeated penetrations of her tight cunny until with a girlish scream and a satisfying shudder she came, I gave her two more extremely short strokes and I followed her.
Reluctantly, as the rain pounded on the roof again, I withdrew from the comfortable heat of her and she immediately turned around and hugged me.
“Wow” she said panting hard “this is the best birthday ever”
“Happy birthday” I said hugging her back

I had redressed and was sitting on the remaining hay bails watching India wrapped in a horse blanket and still wearing her riding boots moving around the stable gathering her clothes together
“So what are you doing for your birthday?” I asked “another treat”
“Yes” she replied “but not that kind of treat”
“Mummy and Daddy are taking me to New York” she said
“Mummy’s picking me up at four”
I glanced at my watch and then at India with a little bit of fluff showing below her blanket.
“In two minutes you mean” I pointed out.
“What?” she screamed “what am I going to do”
“Don’t panic” I said and kissed her forehead “you get dressed and I’ll keep look out”
“Ok” she said not quite convinced
I opened the door slightly looking out for “mummy’s” arrival though I would have preferred to have been outside spying on India.
I glanced over my shoulder and I could see Indie was completely naked with her back to me and I continued to watch as she wriggled her skinny arse into her jodhpurs.
Then she bent over and her breast hung seductively as one at a time she pulled on her boots.
My attention was then drawn to the sound of a car splashing through rain puddles.
When I looked closer I could see it was Clemence Carrington
“Your mums here” I called
“Oh God” she replied “I’m not ready”
“Don’t worry I’ll keep her talking” I said and headed out the door just in time to intercept Mrs Carrington.
“Clemence” I called “it’s nice to see you again”
“Hello Simon” she said with surprise “what are you doing here?”
“I was delivering the Parish Magazine” I said lifting up my bag as if offering it as evidence “and when I was caught in the rain India kindly let me take shelter in the stable”
“What a good girl” Clemence said proudly “where is she?”
Just at that moment the door opened and India emerged
“Hi mummy” she said
“Hello darling, are you ready?”
India nodded
“Can we offer you a lift Simon?” Clemence asked “we are going back through the village”
“If that’s ok” I replied
“Of course it is, we don’t mind giving him a ride do we India”.
“No mum” India answered “he can have a ride anytime”

An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 30) A Breath Of French Air (Day Three)

It was about 8 o’clock when I woke up on Tuesday morning. Claire was still wearing the black stockings from the night before and furthermore she still looked hot.
But she was still sleeping and I was feeling a bit fragile from the previous night’s excesses and my cock had slept in later than I had so I contented myself with ogling her briefly before I pulled the cover up over us.
It was an hour later the next time I woke and Claire was hugging me and one-eyed Pete had finally roused.
But when I moved my head on the pillow a pain filled it like it had been hit with a shovel.
So Pete went back to sleep and Claire had also consumed too much Champagne for early morning nookie.
So I gingerly lifted my head off the pillow and walked to the bathroom to take some Anadin I then took a glass of water and two tablets to Claire.
On the way back to the bathroom for a pee I flicked the kettle on and after a satisfying cupper the pills had done their job and we both felt well enough and indeed sufficiently human for breakfast, which we ordered from room service and decadently ate it in bed.

By the time we had finished our repast it was approaching 10.30am and we had to vacate the room by noon so Claire took herself off into the shower while I contemplated recent events.






Our French trip had certainly provided plenty of saucy material for the continuing series of mucky books.
It had been a really enjoyable three days and not necessarily for the reasons you might think.
It had been something of a rollercoaster; there were moments when I desperately missed Georgia and others when I would have happily stayed with Claire forever.
The sex was extra special but was that because of the new found “feeling?”
Was the enhanced satisfaction due to the romantic element?
I was very fond of Claire but it could never become more than that.
And probably part of the attraction was the naughtiness factor, the sneaking around, the guilty pleasure.
I had missed Georgia even though I had almost fallen for Claire.
Regardless of that I would have to get my self to Roehampton and reacquaint myself with Georgie’s tender loins.
Just then Claire emerged from the bathroom wearing a toweling dressing gown and stared at my flaccid cock with, what I took to be, a look of disappointment on her face.
Myself and limpy Pete headed for the bathroom and decided on a soak in the bath rather than a shower.
As I soaked my weariness away I could hear Claire drying her hair and when that stopped I became curious to know what she was doing.
I discovered that if I craned my neck I could see the reflection in the mirror of her sitting on the bed applying her lotions and potions and Pete twitched.
When I had finished in the bath I dried myself off and then shaved, cleaned my teeth and applied my own fragrances.
I walked towards the bed and found Claire lying on the bed all dry, perfumed and powdered, the toweling dressing gown tantalizingly open to reveal subtle hints of the delights beneath and my awakening continued.
“I’m…” I started to say but she put a finger up to her lips gesturing me to silence and I noticed she was on the phone.
From the content of the conversation I deduced it to be Olivia, the practice manager, who referred to my writing efforts as mucky books; it still rankled with me even though she was perfectly correct.
Claire was discussing some clinical cases, test results etcetera
I walked around the bed examining her from every angle and then climbed on the bed next to her.
We were topped and tailed on the bed so I had already decided my next course of action.
By the time I had arrived along side her, the conversational topic had moved on to chatting about how much she was enjoying Paris and how well her contribution to the symposium went.
Laying on my side propped up on one elbow in the Roman style I began stroking her silky smooth leg with my spare hand.
Claire didn’t flinch as I leant forward and kissed the fragrant skin around her knee.
My little friend who had been conspicuous by his absence all morning was now bulging beneath my towel.
My lips progressed along her thigh but her voice didn’t falter as I breathed in the fresh scent of coconut oil on her skin,
My lips kissed further and again her voice was unfaltering but her hand had progressed slowly inside the folds of my towel and was absent-mindedly fondling my cock.
Her conversation continued in the same vein as her robe fell open at the waist exposing the length of her thigh up to her hip, I wasted no time in closing the distance and as my lips kissed her hip bone I could detect the faintest fragrance of apple and for the first time her conversational train of thought was broken as she began roughly stroking my shaft.
“Olivia I have to go,” she said as my nose divined the source of the apple scent infused upon her pubic hairs and her thighs parted.
Her skin smelled of coconut her pubic hair of apples and her pussy of lust.
“Call me later…” she continued as my towel fell open
Claire dropped the phone and tightened her grip on my shaft and began gently tugging harder on my cock.
“Something’s come up” she said to herself
I let out a gasp and she released a long soft moaning sigh as my tongue parted her lips before her mouth engulfed my purple bell end.
Then without disengaging her mouth from my swollen member
in one fluid motion rolled on top of me and presented her hot pink pussy to me in all its glory and I relished the consumption of the savory flesh and as I nibbled and sucked her labia.
Claire paused her oral ministrations only to let out a moan and gasp and while her pussy let out a whispering fanny fart.
Then when Claire brought me to the brink of tipping my barrow and she trembled and shuddered, I knew it was time to leave her
fragrant farting fanny.
I quickly slid from under the delicious doctor and positioned my self behind her with my hands on her hips.
Claire sat back on her haunches and let the dressing gown fall from her shoulders.
She was watching me in the mirror and she was biting her lip as she leant forward and pushed her hips backwards and as she did so she slid her tight hot pussy along my shaft, moaning softly all the way, then with each penetration she extracted from me, her liquid lips slid from my swollen tip to the throbbing root of my cock and greased my balls.
With a look of immense concentration Claire was watching my reflection intently as she performed her dance.
But when her head flopped forward I reached forward and cupped her hanging breasts and knew I had to take her across the finish line.
We were both watching our performance in the mirror when I had taken control, her back was arched and her head thrashing back and fourth, swishing her hair like a whirling dervish.
Then all of a sudden the bedroom door opened with a clatter and when we looked in that direction we discovered it was the maid backing into the room
“Don’t stop” Claire said in a panting cry “for god sake don’t stop”
At that moment the maid became aware of our presence.
“Pardon monsieur, pardon madam” she loudly exclaimed and bustled out the room as clumsily as she had entered.
Claire was not to be deterred by a domestique and was now becoming more vociferous as we near the precipice.
I was firmly gripping her hips now, holding on like a jockey trying to hold back a galloping horse but Claire kept racing on and on until she threw back her head and screamed as we came together exploding in utter ecstasy.
And then dripping with sweat and panting like beasts we fell sideways still joined together.

As we left the room we saw the clumsy maid in the hall
“This could be embarrassing,” I said
“Au revoir” Claire said loudly as we passed her.
The maid went crimson red and looked away muttering to herself.
Claire told me later that a colleague once told her that if you didn’t want someone to look at you, you should address them first.
I don’t know why we were concerned because by our own very low standards we had been model guests in Paris we had behaved much more shamefully in London, Bristol, Birmingham ad infinitum.
We checked out and for once walked across the lobby with heads held high, a feeling totally alien to the pair of us.
Not for the first time on this trip, as we left the hotel and got in the waiting cab I found myself thinking here we go again.
As not for the first time on this trip I found myself referring to Claire and I as “us”.
We didn’t go to the “Gare du Nord”; our train didn’t depart until 4.30pm so we had plenty of time to stop at the lingerie store so Claire could exchange her inadequate bras.
I sat outside a café drinking coffee and guarding the bags while Claire went into the store.
She was taking no chances this time and was going to try them all on in the shop.
I offered to come in with her to help her tuck her puppies in but she declined my offer saying, “I wouldn’t be helping her, I would be helping myself”
“The cheek of some people” I thought as I stared at both of hers shimmying inside her jeans.

When she returned a little short of an hour later she was looking almost as pleased with herself as she did when she walked knickerless through the hotel restaurant.
“You look very pleased with yourself, have you gone commando again?” I asked unhelpfully
“No” she said indignantly and sat down at the table next to me
I caught the waiters eye and ordered two coffees
“Did you change your bras?”
“Yes” she said “and I bought some treats”
“What kind of treats?” I asked intrigued
“Fishnet tights, for one thing” she replied “for next time”

Once on the train I was relieved to find the carriage was far too busy for any shenanigans, I was completely shagged out.
I was surprised that even the train’s rhythmic motion hadn’t stirred sleeping Pete, who was obviously shagged out as well.
I looked at Claire’s lovely face, as she sat beside me, and I thought it quite possible that she might be falling in love with me, but I decided she was not and I knew I could easily fall in love with her but I decided that I wouldn’t because our hearts were elsewhere.
Georgia was already unhappy with me banging other women and had warned me to curb my excesses.
So I’m certain sure she would go bat shit if she thought I was romantically involved with someone.

We said goodbye at Kings Cross, by the gate for the Basingstoke train.
“Thanks Simon” she said “for making it such an enjoyable time”
“My pleasure” I responded
“And mine” Claire said blushing
Then a moment later she continued
“I probably enjoyed it a little more than I should have I think”
I knew that she wasn’t referring to the over indulgence or even the sex.
“Me too” I said

Arty

THE POET DIPS HIS QUILL

The poet dips his quill
In the inkwell of the muse
The resulting flowing words
Are the fruit of thought
Gathered on the page
In a Poetic harvest

IN THE WELL OF THOUGHTS

In the well of thoughts
The wordsmith dips his cup
In search of inspiration
And drinks deep the draught
But when the spark is struck
The muse was present
At the moment of conception

A Dirty Pair

OF SWEET GARDENIAS

Of sweet gardenias
The lassie smelt
As I knelt beside
The svelte little Celt
Where on her knee
My hand briefly dwelt
Before it slid upward
Until it felt her pelt

LET ME DINE ON IMMORAL-FLESH

Let me dine on immoral-flesh
So readily on display
Let me sup on the promiscuous
Who will let me have my way
Let me exorcise my desires
On the willing assets of the age
Let me use them and abuse them
While they brazenly assuage
Let me chose from the buffet
One who will eagerly delight
It takes very little effort
If you do the thing right
Just start at Wetherspoons
On almost any given night

A Spiritual Trio

WE’LL REACH OUR GOD

We’ll reach our God,
In heavens palaces
Leaving our bodies,
Heavy like stone,
And take flight
On angels wing
And bathe in His glory
For all eternity

A CROSS FOR YOU

A cross for you,
A symbol of your sacrifice
A cross for me,
A sign of my devotion
Across the veil
To the place beyond
To bathe together
In everlasting love

VIOLENCE TURNS THE WORLD

Violence turns the world
Into a smouldering ruin
God against God
Sect against sect
Brother against Brother
Hatred against reason
And in the middle
Innocence dwells
Armed only with hope
And unshakeable faith

Sporting Briefs

A POLE DANCER AND A GYMNAST

A pole dancer and a gymnast
Hard working and skilled too
The only difference between them
Seems to be the quantity of tattoo

STOLEN MOMENTS

Drug cheats should receive,
No second chance, no reprieve
A total ban for their crime
And the ban should be lifetime

The winner of the event
The one for whom the gold was meant
Doesn’t stand atop the podium
And hear their anthem in the stadium

The true gold medal recipient
Is for ever robbed of that moment
Though their honour was earned
That moment can never be returned

PROUD FATHER OF THE PARALYMPICS
Professor Sir Ludwig "Poppa" Guttmann

How proud would Ludwig be?
If he could only see
The oak tree that has grown
From his tiny acorn sown

As a Jew he was no stranger
To prejudice and its danger
He had seen the Nazi storm
And they’re concept of the norm
He saw how disabilities lead
To the slaughter shed
So he fled to London
And his work was begun

How proud would Poppa be?
If he could only see
The fruits of his endeavours
To change the view forever
Of people written off
“Only cripples?” he would scoff

He was a tour de force
And single minded of course
Who didn’t see freak show exhibits
But challenges to the human spirit

How proud he would have been
If he could have only seen
When Paralympians, each and every one
Out shone the September sun

CLEAN AND JERK

I’ve just found out about the clean and jerk
I don’t mind saying I feel a bit of a burke
In fact I doubt I could feel any dafter
Because I generally clean mine after

WELL NOW THE PARALYMPICS ARE OVER

Well now the Paralympics are over
The call is coming loud and clear
To accommodate those unfortunates
Whose disadvantages were just too severe
For them to be able to compete
So following a simply inspired idea
Next summer on the sporting Calendar
A brand new event will appear
To accommodate the unfortunates
When the “Essex Games” begin next year

THE ESSEX GAMES

The Essex Games
Begin next year
For the Essex folk
Who will appear

In man made fibres
And gaudy splendour
To watch the best of them
In their endeavours

When Dave and Chelsea
Shazza and Baz
Will perform for us to watch
In such events as

Copping a strop
Vagazaling
The stiletto 100m
And the bling

Throwing a tantrum
The Alco pop crawl
The face dive
And the ungraceful fall

As yet the events list
Is relatively small
Unless you can suggest
Anything at all?

WE WERE AT THE WEIGHTLIFTING

We were at the weightlifting
Watching the woman at work
My friend shouted “great snatch”
I said, “Isn’t this the clean and jerk?”

2012 - SUMMER OF SPORT

For the most splendid
Summer of sport
We should thank Lord Coe
And all the ambassadors
All the games makers
And the volunteers
We should thank the armed forces
For stepping into the breech
Technicians and officials
All the competitors
For performing to their best
And the spectators
Just for being there
And last but by no means least
For their foresight
All those years ago
In clearing the Olympic site
We say a big thank you
To the German Luftwaffe

AT THE ESSEX GAMES # 1

At the Essex Games
Beginning next year
For the Essex folk
Have hit a snack I fear

On health safety grounds
There will be no swimming
Because it have transpired
That the pool was brimming
With dirty brown water
When every girl and man
Had dived in to the pool
Wearing too much fake tan

A NATURE SELECTION

IS IT THE ANGER OF PETULANT GODS?

Is it the anger of petulant Gods?
In their Olympian Penthouse
Exploding their volcanic wrath
Down a molten hillside
Or an angry planet
From deep within
Trying to cleanse the earth
Of it’s unworthy guardians

AUTUMN LEAVES ARE GATHERING

Autumn leaves are gathering
Golden in the hedgerows
As the sun sits lower in the sky
Shadows lengthen across the landscape
Heralding winters approach

ABOVE A MOONLIT MEADOW

Above a moonlit meadow
The stars begin to shine
As I plight my troth in earnest
And hope to make you mine

AMIDST THE REEDS AND RUSHES

Amidst the reeds and rushes
Dragonflies hover by the river still
Where the weeping willows
Drooping branches spill

IN THE WATER MEADOW

In the water meadow
The Mayflies pirouette
On gossamer wings.
A pair performs a duet
As they dance their
Ephemeral vignette

THROUGH GREEN-WOODS AND MEADOWS

Through green-woods and meadows
The happy travellers wend
Along the meandering river
Until they reached journeys end

BUSY BEE

Under a sky of periwinkle blue
The honey bee sips the morning dew
Then she spends the daylight hours
Humming amidst the meadow flowers