outside the garret window
a carnival in full flow
pretty maids street dancing
each one with a handsome beau
yet here, in here there is no revelry
just a distant pulsating beat
some cheering and much laughter
rising up from those with the world at their feet
we are monochrome marionettes you know
without a puppet master
over familiarity has led us
to court with this disaster
independent souls they say
a metaphor for selfish?
both sat here silent in the shadows
knowing the pair of us share the same wish
that one of us first apologise
for the words that were left unsaid
that the ‘last word’ be a worthy one
to take with us off to our bed
and as ever we resolve
to cease from this hushed quarrel
now the matter, as ever is sorted
with a kiss that promises ‘immoral’
deeds we will act out this night
and thus ice all that we have bruised
we are the two pig-headed lovers
both of us short fused
a mix of pure love and the X-rated
is the best cure that we know
to rekindle a thing too good to lose
born again in love’s after glow
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40 thoughts on “TWO PIG-HEADED LOVERS”
My thanks, Priti. Regards, Mike aka The Old Fool
Your poem and the Leonard Cohen song work so beautifully together.
Thanks, Liz. I was just telling another blogger that I based this piece on the miraculous rows Shirl and I have had over the years. It’s got to the point we like them…no low spirits thereafter. We just have a laugh, East End style! Regards, Mike
You’re welcome, Mike. I suppose there is something to be said for clearing the air.
I think our very first battle many years gone was the one that kept us both together. We ended up laughing not long after criticising one another. Eventually Shirl called me a rather rude name she’d invented, but instead of continuing the battle I burst into said laughter; then she saw the funny side and ever since all has been well.
Sounds like a love story to me!
Wonderful Mike. And you threw in Leonard too. xxxxx
My thanks, young Ms S. There’s nothing quite like a wedded battle that, when done with, is something to laugh about…Shirl and I know that well. Once over, it gets stored in the memories with all the other silly stories to tell others over the glass or two or…. All the best, Mike
Nothing wrong with storing the memories to tell over a glass or two.
Thanks for that. Appreciated, Mike
Excellent piece, Mike.
‘independent souls they say
a metaphor for selfish?’ is a standout phrase for me. And one never needs an excuse to slip in a bit of Cohen.
Cheers Sir. I based this piece on the miraculous rows Shirl and I have had over the years. It’s got to the point we like them…no low spirits thereafter. We just have a laugh, East End style! Cohen is the gem, for sure. Regards, Mike
It’s all love!
Nice work, Mike. I could sense that it was based on personal experience.
Best wishes, Pete.
You got it right, Pete. Well done, Sir
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I love the wording and phrases! 🖤🖤
Kind words, appreciated. Regards, Mike
Thank you Mike for sharing the amazing poetry and I liked the photo. Nice to dance on dangerous ground for love.
Cheers, John. Your own work I follow daily. I consider it superb. Regards, Mike
Link Mike,,, and thanks
Your poem and the song..perfect duo.
Beautiful as always, dear friend! Methinks you’re going to need to assemble a new book of poetry in the near future. Bravo! ❤
I think I will put a host of ‘almost’ poetry in a book one day, young Rachel.
Dear Sir, how are you doing? All week in good old 🇬🇧? Greetings from 🇩🇪👋📖
GB is a wet and windy lump of an island. I live there, yet have lost the love of the country these days. That said, I imagine DE is better than that. All the best, Mike
No, my friend. We have a real stupid government at present with a lot of unsolved problems. But I hear from others from the island same like you. Thanks care.
I want to write “well” and not “week” 😵💫😊
Dear Sir, how are you doing? All well in good old 🇬🇧? Greetings from 🇩🇪👋📖
I’m constantly ill but getting by…the curse of age, methinks. All the best, Mike
So easy to relate to, Mike, as my husband and I are both pig-headed. I loved the line, “a mix of pure love and the X-rated”, So descriptive.
Thank you, LuAnne. Sorry to get back to you so late. The curse of pill sent me in the wrong direction. All the best, Mike
Feel better, dear friend.
Kind words, LuAnne. My thanks.
A wonderful moody work of poetry. I like this a lot, TOF! LOTS!!!!
Hope you are doing well!
Kind words, young Resa. Thank you. As to ‘well’ I’m becoming a doctor’s pills collector. The various colours are almost interesting. Then again, young Rosie the bonkers dog is much more interesting. She is teaching me how to speak Bark language. Regards, TOF