Rainy days inside and out.
Clouds cast shadows all about.
Fog of the mind and off the land
Cause confusion all around.
Muddled thoughts, puddled roads
Lead to confusing cross roads.
Left or right or straight ahead
The traffic Lights on red.
Panic stations inside my head
Should I stay or should I go
I really don’t know.
What I really need is sanctuary.
The outside worlds got the better of me.
No pressure of the working day
Bills and worries filed away.
A comfy chair, a glass or two
A good night sleep
And then back to another day of.
Stress and anxiety.
Limerick croises : Once our ‘Rita jumped into Sea Anne-Anne – 14
Once our ‘Rita jumped into Sea Anne-Anne
Sirens howled « panic stations » refrain
One Valhalla Rani
Offered her much money
For a shot sans mantilla – in vain
Our ‘Rita – you bet – a stunning beauty
Not given to falling for flattery
Was all of prime six feet
Which she tucked under meat
For Sevillan beds stood (on) two feet plus three !
So they put her up that night till Morgan
Classified her as subterfuge weapon
NSA roped her in
To put one o’er Putin
Now Chinese wish her to test rat poison !
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
Panic stations
Uneasy the herds where packs rode
Panic stations
Packs close ranks when lone wolf notions
Disrupt the pecking order mode
It's the lone voice that bears the load
Panic stations
(c) T. Wignesan - Paris, 2012
now that is hills are covered with clover
like a new days sun suspended in the sky
shadows dawning hear me calling on the stairwell
praying that you dont see me cry
rugged thoughts of fear and loud commotion
panic stations in my brain
twisted colours in a champagine supernova
illuminating up and down my spine
now that is hills are covered with clover
like a new days sun suspended in the sky
shadows dawning hear me calling on the stairwell
praying that you dont see me cry