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Don’t
Don’t throw my past at me; it hurts
Not because I’ve done anything particularly bad
But because you and I have something different
I hope I’ve learned by my mistakes and become
A better person because of the few people
Who were very close to me one time
Don’t compare me with people from your past; it’s wrong
I can’t say I won’t do similar things
But please give me the benefit of the doubt
Don’t play games with my feelings; I care
Let’s just take this relationship and make it work
Through communication, honesty, trust and love
© Jacky Leonard
Author’s notes
Relationships can be tricky. Sometimes, it’s difficult to leave your baggage behind and move on. These are my thoughts on the subject.
Questions, questions
Do you love me?
Do you want me?
What are your doubts and fears?
Does commitment frighten you?
Or can you plan for years?
Do you need me?
Do you care?
When will you decide?
Will you always run away
To find a place to hide?
Do I love you?
Do I want you?
Will I always care?
Just open your eyes and trust in me
I promise I’ll be there
© Jacky Leonard
Author’s notes
This is a reflection of the insecurities, vulnerabilities and pressures that can exist in relationships.
Getting abreast of the situation
Put your shirt on came the shout
Please don’t get your mammaries out
It isn’t big, it isn’t clever
It’s not even the sort of weather
For showing off your ample chest
Without the covering of a vest
You’re bound to catch your death of cold
You really shouldn’t be so bold
For pity sake here what I say
And go and put your tits away!
© Jacky Leonard
Authors Notes
This was written after hearing a story about a friend of a friend, who’s party trick, when she got drunk, was to take her top off and show the world her breasts. Ah well, we’ve all got our little quirks. The thing that stirred me into writing was witnessing the disgust with which my friend shared the tale. Made me chuckle at how appalled she was that someone would do such a thing. Surprising how many names we have for a woman’s’ chest.
The world’s a stage
Many come to the theatre
To observe the parts being played
Some leave unaffected by the performance
Others stay to share the experience
Very few will be allowed backstage
When the curtain falls
To see the real person behind the masks
Jacky Leonard © 1982
Author’s notes
This was written as a brief commentary on the personas we present to different people at various times in our lives. How we generally only allow a chosen few people to get close enough to really get to know every facet of us.
The Easter Bunny
I’m sitting here this morning and feeling rather blue
My waistline has expanded and my teeth are aching too
What’s caused this bad depression is that recently you see
The Easter Bunny called here with a present just for me
With no thought with my skin or teeth, my waistline, rump, or legs
I tucked into a banquet of gooey chocolate eggs
Ah, but I’ll get my own back and grab him by his fur
And pull out all his whiskers when he comes again next year
Jacky Leonard and Evie Thomas © 1980
Authors Notes
Written with my cousin Evie, for her children at Easter. Us being silly again…only the Welsh can rhyme fur with year!
The decision
The way out seems so easy when you hurt too much to live
And you think how short a time it takes to die
No more misery or pain, nought to take and nought to give
No decisions to be made no need to lie
You cannot find a single soul to help or understand
Life’s doors are locked and you have lost the key
And so the balance of your life lies there in your own hand
And you hope this day will be the last you see
But please before you take that first step leading to your last
Let me put one question to your aching mind
If this were next year and you could look back upon your past
Would happiness still seem so hard to find
We do not know what lies in store and this can cause us dread
But joy like sorrow comes in many ways
And time will find an answer to the problems in your head
Go forward now and live out all your days
Jacky Leonard and Evie Thomas © 1980
Authors Notes
Written with my cousin Evie, in one of our more serious moments.
‘Twas the night before Christmas
‘Twas the night before Christmas and down at the hall
They decided to hold a fancy dress ball
First prize was a bottle of guzzlers gin,
10 fags, a large turkey and ham in a tin
So everyone there would be doing their best
To be very original to outdo the rest
At 8 o’clock sharp the doors opened wide
And 30 fat Santa’s hurtled inside
Cecil and Cedric created a scene
When they both glided in dressed as 2 fairy queens
The girls from the union of Christmas card packers
Came dressed as a box of red Christmas crackers
And a dog dressed as Rudolph when nature did call
Wet Dougie’s tree costume, balls, tinsel and all!
At 9 a brawl started and Jim got a knocking
He was seen putting presents in Jill’s Christmas stocking
Not a thing wrong with that, but wait just a minute
He seems too drunk to notice her leg is still in it
A motley assortment of pixies and elves
Were sat in the corner amusing themselves
By smoking the fags and drinking the gin
And eating the ham that they’d found in the tin
The hall was now full, ‘twas packed to the brim
And the scrooges in town weren’t allowed get in
So for spite one chap made a 999 call
“They’re drunk and disorderly down at the hall”
Then back at the hall there was a big shout
“The snowman has melted, his pipes fallen out”
A candle turned round and shouted “you liar”
When all of a sudden the hall caught on fire
Fire extinguishers were grabbed off the wall
But try as they might they could not save the hall
But thanks to the scrooges the police came real quick
And out of the panda jumped Constable Dick
Fire engines arrived and they knew without doubt
It wouldn’t take long ‘til the fire was out
But the copper was angry “you all make me sick”
And without more ado led them straight down the nick
They were hustled and bustled and locked in the cells
And the rattling of bars blotted out Christmas bells
Then old Dick the copper with good Christmas Cheer
Laughed at the crowd and then said with a sneer
“You’ll be stuck here all Christmas and serves you all right
Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night.”
Jacky Leonard and Evie Thomas © 1981
With apologies to Clement C Moore
Authors Notes
Written with my cousin Evie, for a school play. I was playing the role of headteacher, with more than a nod to the Head at our school. This poem ended the play to great applause from the students and teachers. I thankfully avoided expulsion in spite of my caricature.