The Crime Of Valentine’s

Single Awareness Day

Approaches once again

When all singles are reminded

Of the love they cannot attain

Excluded in every way

For not being part of a couple

Acute reinforcement of this fact

Can cause some of them to buckle

So either they opt out

Or in defiance they see it through

Uniting with other ‘lonely’ hearts

To gain strength from not being a two

The propaganda and the pressure

To declare your undying devotion

The commercial machine that churns

Provokes a myriad of emotions

It’s only one day of the year

A mere 24 hours

But woe betide you if you don’t receive

A card, some chocolates and flowers

If no one is clamouring

To romance you and seduce

To bowl you over

Worship at your alter – what to do?

Consider yourself unworthy?

Undeserving of such sentiments?

Harbour feelings of being less than?

Brew a pot of resentments?

No way!

Cast that mentality aside!

And recognise that it’s just

Another way of being bribed

To spend your dosh

And buy into the hype

When in reality

It’s all a load of tripe

Love should prevail

All year round

Not on a bitter cold day in February

That marks the day an execution was carried out

When a martyr was proclaimed

St Valentine

Which begs the question –

Why commemorate a crime?



Shelly you’ve been so brave

Shelly you fought so hard

Surpassing all the odds

Now rest in eternal peace, dear love

Not seen you for so long

But you personified the sun

A beaming bright ball of fire

Emanating such warmth

Beyond beautiful

Wide and expectant brown eyes

Always full of life

Always you beguiled

A deep hearty laugh

And a chatterbox for sure

Passionate in your youth

By your mum adored

I just had to wish you well

As you transcend this plane

The like of which I’m certain

We’ll never encounter again


This Heart

This Heart

Intact is this heart

Though it did smart

It leaked but did not bleed

When swept out to sea

By the pull of the tide

Almost was it capsized

Until the mighty ocean

Somehow realised

What moved it

Did then soothe it

And ease the sting

Drew it back with gentle words

A peace offering

Words that seemed to sense

That it’s salt had stung

Thus a healing balm was sent

And it was overcome

Cascading warmly

Transmitted through the ether

Restoring it’s serenity

And hope for the future

Not the rose-tinted one

It may have desired

(This heart must now drift carefully

For water can extinguish fire!)

But a continuation at least

Of something fertile and sweet

A blessing in disguise?

Something wonderful that could be?

And so the current flows…

Back and forth…

It is still afloat

And these elements are back on course…

The watery abyss

And this delicate vessel

In harmony for now…

In tune do they nestle…

And a symphony of bliss

Permeates this being

That is content to bask awhile

And not question this feeling

The tide may change

This boat may come aground

Dashed against the rocks

Or sunk without a sound

But this heart does know

It will certainly go on

There are a myriad of waters

It could set sail upon.