My wife having finished the bedtime story ; and wearing a particularly fetching shade of wode, leaves our child’s bedroom.
“ For Gods’ sake stop mucking about with the new club and spear and get the remains of the dinosaur out of the cave.”
“Smith, rather bitterly, refers to my age”
( Oxfam Ismites remove Mother for reasons gender )
Ismite influence and label both made biblical
Extinguished mother makes undetectable
This post seeks to describe a debate; the person speaking; the subject of it; where and when
My wife having finished the bedtime story and wearing a particular fetching shade of wode leaves our Child’s bedroom.
“For Gods’ sake stop mucking about with the new club and spear and get the remains of the dinosaur out of the cave.”
“Mr smith mumbles softly in my right ear something about media”
Let no "Ismite" Bereft the right Of the right To sit tight On what's left Of their right
After such a lifetime of affection urgent need, brief touch, hug or kiss on forehead Of course I know my new direction But with teeth and hearing out of bed time so shortened for the seeking It is to search I will be likely keeping But no despair of ever finding For I have the privalige to memory keep To know that new life for which I seek
In answer to the racial taunt or call
This I would have you place on every sport club wall
But is it outer, inner, all or none at all
As spectator or players pair
And each to their pastime make repair
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Its alright to feel that way
as long as you don’t think that way
but even then its better to
not act that way since your unable to
For then both may make the reference
a word colour height or sexual preference
And feel completely free to say
as final putt or shot goes their way
when opponent has the winning
” Had me there you bastard (word defining)”
“See you here next Saturday”
But if you think such word defining
is too near time hurt for friendly greeting
and best removed for parting or the meeting
then “Lucky” surely gets that fellow feeling
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As long as all teams or all players one tribe replace
then of racist feelings find no trace
Like any other questionable pastime pays no respect to the tunneled vision’s target
This bench seats within memorial garden
Friends and kin who know me well
As in church the congregation voices swell
With hymns my presence to recall
No need to know who bench is for
My name there carved on concrete wall
Informs those who Knew me well before.
This place for private contemplation
Is not as for park bench public situation
But to first sight and use it will closely relate
As my name is on shining bright new plate
And while this recently is etched
Ensures same kin are for comfort fetched
but as time passes insect and weather make inroad
I am not then defined as brass plate and fixings do corrode
but yet I do still give memorial to humankind sitting here
For resting there they may reflect, perhaps, recall
Not knowing name on that solid wall
The type of love that sincerely set me here
To give comfort for any searching there
sensiblesmith 