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2PEW 2 Poems Each Week. Friday and Monday. I have written poems and lyrics for songs for many years, but never shared them.

I intend to share some of them with you, Michael

13/02/2026

I could call this by it's original title, but for today it is called Oh, Dear!

F*** it!

Your toast lands on the floor, butter-side down, f*** it!
Lock yourself out of the car, f*** it!
You miss the train by just a minute, f*** it!
It rains after you wash the car, f*** it!
A seagull nicks your ice cream, f*** it!
You stand in some dog s**t, f*** it!
Your grand kid vomits all over the car seat, f*** it!
You forget to put the bins out, f*** it!
Run for the bus, then it pulls away, f*** it!
You remember the Yorkshire’s after the meal, f*** it!
You’re knackered and the bed’s not made, f*** it!
The seller accepts your first really low offer, f*** it!
The cat sh**s on the long-haired rug, f*** it!
You’ve lost their address, f*** it!
And forgot your mobile phone, f*** it!
And you’re trying to impress, f*** it!
You fall into the marina, f*** it!
Your meringues don’t rise, f*** it!
Next line not forthcoming, f*** it!
Staring at a blank page, f*** it!
Someone complains about your language,
Well, f*** it, f*** it, f*** it!
Goodnight!

Sorry, a few days missed, so here is my latest. My Uncle Gerard, a Lancaster pilot, killed in WW2 over Germany.Mary and ...
07/02/2026

Sorry, a few days missed, so here is my latest. My Uncle Gerard, a Lancaster pilot, killed in WW2 over Germany.

Mary and Chrissy lose a son,
Only a Distinguished Flying Medal to show,
best mourning wear for the palace.
What is war for than to lose our lads and lasses,
Fading memories, eternal sadness,
Fading memories, eternal sadness.

Lost a brother and uncle
over blackened Hoxter skies,
unwanted hero, ever remembered by his loving family,
sweet Jesus have mercy on his soul, the gravestone tells,
sweet Jesus have mercy on his soul,

Let’s not forget the others, brothers all.
The gravestones yell,
God proved Frankie worthy.
Jesus have mercy on Bob’s soul.
Herbie, no engraved words for grief.
We shall never forget Ronnie.
A young Billy - nobly given life for Britain.
Let’s not forget the others, brothers all,
sweet Jesus have mercy on their souls,
sweet Jesus have mercy on their souls.

Lieutenant pilot Heinz Grimm,
Messerschmitt night flyer,
A man doing the best he can,
no fairy tale here, just the grim reaper.
sweet Jesus have mercy on his soul,
wherever he may be, no one wins…
sweet Jesus have mercy on their souls.

Mary and Chrissy lose a son,
Only a Distinguished Flying Medal to show,
best mourning wear for the palace.
What is war for than to lose our lads and lasses,
Fading memories, eternal sadness,
Fading memories, eternal sadness.

Late Monday submissionAll the young men self-rewarding with knivesEach pretending to do or dieMutual pride sprouts mutua...
27/01/2026

Late Monday submission

All the young men self-rewarding with knives
Each pretending to do or die
Mutual pride sprouts mutual fear
Do they weep inside?

Lay down your knives
Lay down your pride
Let the tears flow from inside
Washing the guilt of fear away
Bringing you a new way, a new day

23/01/2026

Today's submission, a fairly old one.

Don’t say the ‘L’ word
It’s not the right time.
It’s not the right place,
The mantra buzzing round his brain
“Don’t say the ‘L’ word”
Imperfect,
premature,
not enough grounding,
a small step for mankind, a giant step for him

Don’t get close, not fond or fair,
Admire yes, the fire may be strong, but not in her lair,
so don’t raise the ire.
The bond may break, it may backfire,
Don’t peak too early
A minefield of honest desire,
Don’t detonate the explosive,
Even if the pin is primed

“Don’t say the “L” word”,
She’s playing with you,
Dangling a carrot,
tantalising,
heartbreaking,
non-promising.
Stay with the hurt,
It’s yours to fathom in the deepest depths,
check your rear view mirror, look ahead too,
You’re driving you own car, Stay on the map

Just “Don’t say the “L” word”, the car whispered.

20/01/2026

Speak to me.

Speak to me,
like no earthly brother.
Trust in me,
like no other.

Listen to me,
hear my absent words.
Share my wisdom,
the glorious absurd.

Walk with me,
stride by stride by stride.
Dare to be
the deepest you that hides.

Rest with me,
brokenness restored;
healed by me,
open wounds now scars.

Love for me,
great benefits in risk.
Desire to be
ignored, accused, dismissed.

Copyright M. Connaughton 2026

15/01/2026

This is a reflection on my Dad's final hours.

The Heart Knows.

Lying almost motion-less,
Gazing aimlessly,
Hearing every unknown footstep,
Where has my love gone,
She was here but a moment ago,
Though actually not so, perhaps twenty four have passed.

Twisted body, shutting down,
He feels the gentle touch of loved one’s hands
over wiry thinning hair.
Repeatedly sweeping the imaginary cat from his legs,
And sipping water from sponged sticks,
Moistened lips.

Forgive me father for I have sinned,
I know the rhythm but not the words
But they don’t matter, the touch and sentiment suffices
I forgive you too, your impatient vices,
Tear stained cheeks, confirm I’m heard.
I will leave now and you are free to go.
I kiss your forehead for the first and last time.

Copyright Michael Connaughton 2026

13/01/2026

116 Days

I may not own the yacht he’s got
no penthouse flat that dwarfs the wharf,
neither Merc nor Porsche, of course,
though the Golden Gate may span a mile,
you know I’d wing 8,000 to kiss your smile.

Clear blue sky goodbye, farewell flowing blue water
discard those dollars, dimes and quarters,
no money can buy your absent lips
in mind much sweeter, oh senorita.

Your heart’s cotton wool soft, soothing, protects
the unlucky love, thirteen years of neglect
double edged sword, it smothers and stifles
the bruised, unused, the once love-full.

Stop! Don’t let the layers grow,
Stop! The blood must flow
Stop! The atrophy must go.
Gain over pain, breathe again, live again.

I don’t care where it doesn’t rhyme,
I don’t care where it misses the metre.
I don’t care where words are sugary sweeter,
I care about hearts, not fully beating
I care about a heart, since our first meeting
And the sofa and I know your story completely.

Copyright. 2026

09/01/2026

Island December

Holy place under my skin
racing the heart, reaching within.

Captured heart beats held in a moment of time,
a source of deepest longing
truly hemmed in.

Connected to earth,
resounding rebirth,
bristled strokes give birth to the thoughts newly created.

Deepest longings stirred,
colours merged form life's meanderings.

Prayers seep from walls
as running tears form streams on a wizened monk's face,
impervious to pain, though glistened with grace.

New life beckoned from untapped source,
latent,
divine,
never par for the course.

Leather clad feet head for the cave,
sand churned footprints,
erased by the frothy sea.

Sit, embrace the silence, rumbles the distant waves.

Copyright. 2026

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