Monday, 31 May 2010

This Is The Day

Help Needed
By Mark Cantrell

Mondays,
They’re my favourite days,
The best of days,
For the brand new week they bring,
Waking up on the morn’, brings
That bright and breezy joy:
Thank God it’s Monday, I cry
For it all begins again.
When Friday comes,
I’m so forlorn,
Why oh why, can it not be Monday?
When every day’s a Monday,
Every day is bliss,
That’s why everyday is Monday,
In my special Monday world.
I demand the Monotony of Monday,
So every day can be the same.
Monday’s mine, I demand,
Monday, all the more.
I’m forever mad for Mondays...

You can see I’m plain
Insane.



Mark Cantrell,
Manchester,
(Monday) 15 March 2010


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Category: POETRY

Friday, 7 May 2010

Going, Going, Gordon

In The End
By Mark Cantrell

Flesh rots
Bone crumbles
Soul shrivels
Time itself turns to dust
This is the fate of all things
Even this Cosmos vast
But one thing is truly Eternal
Our foolish faith in Hope.

(Or should that be stupidity?)

But Gordon, dear, dear Gordon,
He clings on to the very bitterest end...


Mark Cantrell,
Manchester,

7 May 2010


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Category: POETRY

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