The Come and Read Me Book of Poems 2

By Terry J Powell

DISCLAIMER: All poems in this book are for others to enjoy. If there is an individual that feels offended by my freedom of expression then i say dont read if it offends.
These Poems are meant to be thought provoking and create an impression that is individually the concept of each reader and how they interpret each poem. I trust like my 1st book that you will journey though the contents of this book and will enjoy all of the poems, and will journey through the unpublished poems yet to come in either book form or eBook form. Many thanks.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse UK
• Release date: May 9, 2014
• ISBN: 9781496979452

Book preview

A Football Widow

A football widow, there you sit

Can’t stand football one little bit

Empty cans, and snacks in bowls

To the shouting of those scoring goals

Attention half time, you’re not elated

22 blokes kicking a pigs bladder round a field, to you is not rated

Pretending your enjoying the game, oh you must be so

frustrated

David Beckham is the only thing worth the view

And every football season, this you have to do

Don’t suppose your partner would really care

Him being so enthralled in the game, you might as well not be there

Your purpose is just to keep up the supplies

Make sure the beer and snacks, that never dies

I bet your praying for the football season to be over

That day you’ll be rolling in clover

Soon it’s the start of another sports fanatic’s widow’s

reason

It’s now the start of the cricket season

A game

Looks like you have a game to play

But now I see through your way

Your feeling hurt

As you have took another Knock in life and your feeling inert

But take one good hard look at yourself for one moment

Stop and take stock and lament

You just can’t see it can you?

Treating others the way you do

I can understand your past abuse

The way you put it to use

Why do you think I took a step back?

Is it true compassion that you lack?

I’m not the one you should attack

After all I helped you get back on track

Was I so wrong in this thing I do?

Helping and healing you?

Is this the way I’m to be Paid?

To live this life of a so called masquerade?

You must realise your hurt is self imposed

The true motive? its only you who knows

A pattern in your life revolves

And finding it harder to get off, as it evolves

I haven’t bothered you. I have just stayed away

Not used others as a tool, just to have your say

Me the Villain

You the heroine

Well you know the truth and the treason

And by now