26-02-2012, 06:41 PM
Hi Peter.
Ok then.
Maybe a quick ending! Yes sir.
The Lonely Breakfast.
Breakfast time and as always Mary sat opposite George.
After 40 years she yearned for more stimulation.
A lone teardrop trickles down her blushed cheek.
George glanced at her in the usual stare.
However nothing awakens his spirit of care.
After 40 years he is no closer to harmony with his wife.
Sadened Mary sipped her tea with trembled hand
She couldn't understand what went wrong.
But Mary was still in her closed state of denial.
She could not bring herself to admit that her affair ever happened.
Perhaps her marriage had finally ended she thought.
As a lone teardrop fell into her cup.
It all happened innocently enough
The kiss was meant to be a friendly kiss of thanks
Except his braun arms held on tight
And his bright blue eyes beckoned for love.
Suddenly, unexpectedly, George rose and lifted Mary to her feet.
Kissed away the tears, led her to the stairs and their bedroom.
Well what do you think Ms. MaggieMoo? It's good sir. I just changed he, to George. If that's ok?
Thanks Peter for joining in with the fun of this poem. You really are a great poet. <img src='http://www.melbournechat.org/public/style_emoticons/<#EMO_DIR#>/smile.png' class='bbc_emoticon' alt='
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Ok then.
Maybe a quick ending! Yes sir.
The Lonely Breakfast.
Breakfast time and as always Mary sat opposite George.
After 40 years she yearned for more stimulation.
A lone teardrop trickles down her blushed cheek.
George glanced at her in the usual stare.
However nothing awakens his spirit of care.
After 40 years he is no closer to harmony with his wife.
Sadened Mary sipped her tea with trembled hand
She couldn't understand what went wrong.
But Mary was still in her closed state of denial.
She could not bring herself to admit that her affair ever happened.
Perhaps her marriage had finally ended she thought.
As a lone teardrop fell into her cup.
It all happened innocently enough
The kiss was meant to be a friendly kiss of thanks
Except his braun arms held on tight
And his bright blue eyes beckoned for love.
Suddenly, unexpectedly, George rose and lifted Mary to her feet.
Kissed away the tears, led her to the stairs and their bedroom.
Well what do you think Ms. MaggieMoo? It's good sir. I just changed he, to George. If that's ok?
Thanks Peter for joining in with the fun of this poem. You really are a great poet. <img src='http://www.melbournechat.org/public/style_emoticons/<#EMO_DIR#>/smile.png' class='bbc_emoticon' alt='
' />
"He who has not experienced, need not judge" One of my own.