Operation baby!!

I know her fairly well

so out of respect her name I won’t tell

i will just refer to her as Marge

and she has her ex boyfriend on a rape charge.

And as for him

he is desperate to save his own skin

i like him he is always polite

Most people I know think he is all right

he is always quick with a joke

and in most ways a typical bloke

he like her wants me to take a side

one of them has definitely lied

I said to him In the pub the other night

look mate I understand your plight

i got falsely accused of rape by a total nut job

And the lies that came out of her gob

So yeah it’s possible she has made this up

and then this afternoon after she filled my coffee cup

i don’t understand she said

Him raping me in my own bed

he was arrested and now on bail

many years I hope he spends in jail

so I let her cry on my shoulder

that I saw him a few days ago I neglected to have told her

This story is set to run and run

especially when she told me in the oven she has a bun

he doesn’t know and I would be shot

if word of this got

back to him with that bit of news

but I also think I am being forced to choose

him or her who will it be

my diary we shall see.

What the fuck is going on with my past

From another girl now comes a very unwelcome blast

As she told me ever so sadly

Her life because of me has gone totally badly

Got a right verbal pasting

A dose of my own medicine she wanted me tasting

But travel back in time I could

Then I would

Do exactly the same thing again

I had no idea your life would get hit by a train

But as much as you claim

I am not the one to blame

I am sorry I took away from you something dear

I am sorry for you I am no longer near

But as I know you won’t see what I write here

Again let me clear

I did what I had to do

And my reasons for doing, I thought you knew

At the time my plan was sound

So again why in my diary, I am covering very old ground

What happened to you was tragic

But a wand I don’t have that is magic

Neither did I have a crystal ball

So I thank you for your call

I hope things for you work out ok

Now my diary lets get back to today!

She said her man of 15 years was not good enough

Didn’t know his stuff

And he was hot red

For what he used to do to her in bed

Or at least so she said

She had no intention of letting him touch her skin

She absolutely fucking hated him

But she offered herself on a plate

Sure that he would take the bait

For she wanted him dead – and by her own hand

For several years this she had planned

She would claim “he tried to rape me”

And from court walk free

As the jury accepted her not guilty plea

In self defence she had acted

As her revenge she exacted

All she had to do was get him into a room

And this was going to happen very soon

To send him to fucking hell

But a rat he could smell

And he was not overly thrilled

knowing if he went, he would likely be killed

He knew the damage caused between them was beyond repair

She once broke his heart, and simply didnt care

He got his own back though – and it was left there

All these years later – she wanted him to die a horrid death

Be there as he took his last breath

So he put on his thinking cap

On how best to avoid her trap

In the end it was simple you know

To the meeting he did’nt go

He had moved on – where she had not

Hence foiling her plot

Here I am again

Taking a trip back down memory lane

Now my blood is not boiling

And for a fight I am not spoiling

So I won’t refer to her by name

But at my feet – I feel unfair she is trying to lay the all the blame

She does not know who I am

She does not or has not featured in any plan

that I have had for the last fifteen years odd

So thank you, But I don’t need forgiveness from her God

And what is forgiveness anyway

That thought has consumed my day

The more I think, the more I come up a loss

And should I really give an absolute toss

Yes I admit back then – I was a bit of a dick

But what she is accusing me off is a little bit sick

She was far from innocent, and she egged me on

But it seems to be me all now in the wrong

I have changed, though she believes me not

And I have changed a lot

I don’t drink, I don’t smoke, I don’t do Class A

In a short space of time – I have come a long way

Off everyone’s radar – there has not even been a blip

So why am I even taking this little trip

I am writing these poems , so in my head I can close the door shut

No If No but

There will be no tears

Over something dating back many years

Now I am in the middle of a project which is slipping behind

So this poem I hope this will refocus my mind

Back to the present time and date

To what I am being paid for, that would be great

I hope this is the last I write about my long gone ex squeeze

Dear diary, I present this to you to keep safe if you please

Right now 2023 is the year

I am in the now and here

Yet I find myself dragged back to when I was a younger age

Been there, done that and turned the page

Back I am getting dragged screaming and kicking

Wounds from that time – I am still to a point licking

I know I did not cover myself in absolute glory

Not the finest chapter of my life story

Getting accused I have not changed

Still obviously mentally de-arranged

I am and always be a total cunt

And everything seems to be back to front!

But you have not seen me for 16 years – you have no clue

In fact – Who even are you?

I don’t know you, and you don’t know me

So why is this getting me so emotionally

I am using this poem to get it out of my mind

Writing to my diary I often find

Gets things out of my head onto the screen

At least I think I know what I mean

I have hundreds of things to do – I am a busy bee

Yet my diary as you can see

Instead of doing what I have to

I am writing to you

But it is time well spent

I have had many years since to repent

My behaviour I admit was not up to par

But since those days I have travelled far

I have reinvented, rebuilt, I have come a long way

I am very happy with my life as of today

What I was back then I am no longer that person

I believe I am much upgraded version

Yet I am having to justify myself – And why should I?

Why can’t we let sleeping dogs lie

Well for that I am now going to try

To that certain period of my life – I now say goodbye!

2003
Let me take you back to a few months after Anne my wife died
All the tears for her, by then I had cried

it took no more than ten minutes for me to think
My five-year plan was then written in ink
Meet a girl, settle down, have a child and move back to my home town!

The 2006 Year three
My plan was now starting to flounder
The one I had still not found her!
Then out of the blue
Seemingly my dream was going to come true
God and I do believe it was, sent me an Angel from above
And boy her did I love
I think now if she read this, I can see on her face laughter.
For this part of my story, There was no happy ever after
For that was it, her time with me was suddenly spent!
back up to heaven, she went.

She didn’t just break my heart. She ripped it out and pissed in the hole.
And this was God saving my soul
But what did it now matter
my life was in absolute tatters
I looked to God with hatred in my eyes
How could he send me this girl? Who destroyed me with her lies.

2007 – Year four
Yet the faith I should have kept
As God is far from inept!
For all this triggered a chain of events into action
As he sat there watching me have an extremely negative reaction

My behaviour was, I fully admit over the top
My self I could not stop
I hated myself for what I was doing, I really did
on my life off had come the lid

Then at work, I was suspended, had to give in my pass
You would have thought I would have come to my senses at long last
Well you would be wrong
A path to self-destruction I was still on

Then one night when I should have been on a night shift
With the world at large, I was rather miffed
How much lower could I then sink?
So I went down to the pub and had a drink

It was then, though I didn’t know it, my luck had changed
God had this night arranged
For I saw Rachel who at a table was sitting there
She instantly beckoned me over to an empty chair

Fast forward a little bit
The main part of my story, I am now getting to it!
Rachel introduced me to Nikki, Who had a plan of her own!
And in November she sent a positive pregnancy test picture to my phone.

2008 – Year five
Suffice it to say things went a bit tits up there too
Arrested by the boys in blue
A DNA test I had to do!
12 weeks old was my son when him I first met under a supervisor’s eyes
The first thing he does is bloody well cry!
A court battle looming
With everyone assuming!

Now going back to God and the Angel he had sent me
And remember the victor writes history!
Well I don’t know what she wrote
But God in the meantime sent me this little note

The girl I sent you to love dearly
Well clearly
I never meant it to be
I want you now to be bold
They are all assuming you will fold
This you can not do
Horrific what this girl did to you
In a row now, do you want to lose two?
Let this experience with this girl give you the strength and the will
Follow my guidance now and I will give you the skill
To fight this upcoming battle and for you to win
Remember your five-year plan, Don’t rip it up and put it in the bin.

They say
That God works in a mysterious way
To be modest – I won!
I got to keep my son
My plan was done!

It has taken over 650 words to get here
November 2022 now is the year
It was back in September, At a pub called the Hare and Fox
I had a sneaky look at my inbox

Have you ever made a wish after throwing a penny in a well?
As it is now come true, I can tell
It was for her to contact me however long it took
and back we go to an old chapter in my book

She does not trust me to speak on the phone, In case I go off on one
I lied saying trust is earned blah blah, I would love to hear her voice and remember the times we had that were fun!
I was too ashamed to say,
The last time I spoke to her was 2006 Christmas day
That is when she told the second of her big lies
Yet to her the truth is I would rather disguise
For I dont think I could trust her
If I can’t believe a word
I could not tell her that but I don’t know why
It is not like me to be shy!

That was going to the end
from 3 or 4 emails from my ex-girlfriend
Fault both sides I don’t think we were listening to each other at all
And in future, I will be careful about what I wish for

You do your usual search

I will write you a poem

9.15 this morning the sun has come out to play.

Still there is a little chill on today

Our high street I am looking up and down

Of all the activities going on in our town

Well I say activity, it’s more people standing still

People in the queue at boots waiting for Thier happy pill

At the bank and post office, waiting patiently to perhaps settle a bill

Not a single person I saw was wearing a mask

As they went around whatever was Thier task

No complaints I could hear in any queue

After all what else have people got to do

Everyone was keeping distance more or less

Well at least were very much trying Thier best

A few people in other shops

In the butcher’s getting Thier chops

The pet shop getting the dog a brush

No-one seemingly in a rush

I don’t actually recall seeing the town so busy for a while

Though few people had a smile

Everyone going around Thier business in a calm ordered way

That was my experience of chard today

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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