Saturday 31 December 2011

Thank Goodness That's Over!

We're on the last few hours,
AT LAST!
Can't wait 'til midnight comes to pass,
To say
'Goodbye, and don't come back,
I've got that monkey off my back!'
The coming year,
Will be much better,
It can't be any worse,
I know this as I shake the moths
Out of my empty purse.
And fill it full of Hope and Joy,
And Wish and Want and Get,
Yes 2012 is coming,
And will be the best year yet!!

Wednesday 21 December 2011

Mother


Mother
Heat dried ruby rolling, falling, sweating slide down cheeks of satin.
Staining.
Emeralds shimmer tears of ruby. Down, down. Cover the glistening with sheets of maybe.
Smile beloved. Smile for acing, drowning ruby will cover all in shades of winter.
Madness.
Forget spring dawning, maid of sorrow. Made of sorrows. Ruby traps you, sears you, blinds you. All your agonies are ruby. Memories do not deceive you. True, too true to see the ruby, waiting, hiding in your shadows. True to life, loves life, gives love, takes life, only shades of darkest ruby, shining through your childhood cherry. Then your smile was full of maybe, promise making more tomorrows. Shielding rubies dawn of sorrows. Long days, last nights, end cherry sharp bite.
Innocence.
Taken, torn. No more childhood shields to mend you. Bend you, break you ruby takes you, sharp as daylight through your shutters.
Emerald eyes we love you…
Watched you, cursed you, loved you, sought you. Caught you in the winters snow fall. Took you from your Monday, Tuesday, mornings, evenings, real time playthings. All your nothings making angels red as ruby, softly, cruelly.
Poor pretty. Never cried. Lost within the chatter chitter child like Alice.
Help me, hold me!
Don’t struggle angel, fight us, hate us, never dreamt of true friends like us.
Wake angel.
Ruby wakes us, shakes us, makes us hold you; take you, warm as summer, cold as twilight.
Scream our angel.
Peel your sunshine, glisten slowly, toad my daydream.
We never sought to hurt you.
Emerald ruby, drawn in our time, your time, her time. There shows ruby. Touch you with her gentle cruelty. Shows you, sees you, makes you nowhere. Touch us with the softest nightmare.
Emerald, when you fought the red it gave us forward to tomorrow. Showed us promises of other smother us in….mother you found us!
Ruby saved us; Emerald gave us, solace from your antique heartache. We see you, saw you, loved you, fought you.
Farewell mother, ruby lover.
Emerald we need you.

Monday 19 December 2011

Sweet tooth

My Sweet Tooth is aching in delight,
Just look at this!!

Just click on the picture above to be taken to  a website
guaranteed to have something for every tooth,
Yummy. 

Thursday 15 December 2011

Cigarettes

I hate cigarettes, They steal the souls Of those that smoke them Daily. They make my house Smell awful bad And drive me Mental crazy. I hate cigarettes, They cost much more Than just mere Pounds and pence, Why must they Be so horrible, It just don't make No sense.

Sunday 11 December 2011

No post today

Not even for pay,
The world is gone,
Nothing to say.

Friday 9 December 2011

Friday

Thank crunchie it's Friday,
Thank heavens for wine,
Got lost in the chocolate,
Ain't Fridays divine!

Wednesday 7 December 2011

Here Comes Christmas

Here comes Christmas!

It's time to hit
The credit cards;
'We'll pay it back,
It won't be hard',
As long as
Nothing changes
And the company
Don't reduce
Our wages.

But,
Family...matters.

All that buying,
Weeks of lying,
Childrens tears now
Gently drying,
Please Amanda,
No more crying!

Then,
Parents watching,
Proudly preening,
'For the children',
'Til the evening;
As
Seasons Greetings
Now defeating
Happy faces;
Frown replaces,
Beaming
Smiles.
It's been a while,
Since parents
Dreamed of
Childish things;
But then
Nostalgia
Creeps on in.
Swift and sure
With Gentle eddies,
Whistful memories,
Raw as berries.

'Remember 1974
You pushed our Sandra
Out the door!'

And time
Retreats
As history wins...

And next year,
It'll win again.

Tuesday 6 December 2011

Monday 5 December 2011

Today


Today
Was a day,
What a day,
Just A Day,
And my life
Rolled away,
Rolled away
In a day.

Saturday 3 December 2011

Are you OK by the Green Flare

I wonder how you are today,
I do hope everything's OK?
Only,
I haven't seen you out to play,
Since last Tuesday week.

There's a lot of coughs and colds about.
I've suffered both without a doubt,
Perhaps that's why you've not been out?
I hope that's all it is.

I wonder when you might be back.
To meet up on the old dirt track.
Just you, me, Billy oh, and Jack.
I do hope you're OK!

Thursday 1 December 2011

Pants

Nobody
Should 
Ever be,
At sea
Without 
Their 
Pants.

Unless 
They're 
Going
On holiday,
Down
To 
The 
South
Of 
France.

Tuesday 29 November 2011

Doubt


Sometimes I fear that I'm so dull,
I even bore myself,
The doubt that seeps into my mind's
A danger to my health.
The face I see each morning
Is a stranger to my eye,
But I won't let it worry me
I know that mirrors lie!

Monday 28 November 2011

The Isolated Man


I am the Isolated Man,
Smothered by the empty air that fills my mouth,
Burning me as I move by.

I am the Isolated Man,
Ignored in public places;
Unseen again by the shining eyed hyena people.

Was I ever one of them?

My suit of sorrows wears me down,
The price to join them,
Too high.
Too high.

I am the Isolated Man,
Wheeling through the empty spaces.
There's still time to see me,
If you look,
If you dare.

Friday 25 November 2011

Colour me Tuesday

Well colour me Tuesday,
My braces are lost,
All the laces and bows
Are undone.
A sesame sunset
Is smouldering down,
And the
Race of the humans
Is won.
So fetch me a Friday,
With high heels and cream,
And a skateboard
With elephant eyes.
I'm wearing a top
Made of tambourine screams
And I've no doubt
At all
I can fly.



Thursday 24 November 2011

Follow the Leader

Killing Joke were one of the favourite bands of my youth,
This song - BRILLIANT!!

Play it as loud as you can.

Wednesday 23 November 2011

Twiddle Fingers by The Green Flare



TWIDDLE FINGERS.

Lay enchantments over me,
Twiddle Fingers make the spell.
Magic me a fire,
warmth, colour, all things well.

I'm open to suggestion
in the warmth of fires light.
Let Twiddle Fingers touch me
and see the smile bright.

I have a charm, a unicorn.
He brings hope to all forlorn.
Gifts joy and luck and all things true.
His horn is pointing straight at you.

Let Twiddle Fingers circle me,
vibrating deep within.
Let Twiddle Tingles play on me
like harp or violin.

I'm open to suggestion
in the glow of your warm light.
Oh Twiddle Fingers, reach for me.
And fly me into night.

Monday 21 November 2011

Believe

Believe in the
Red, the red of blood,
Believe in the
Heart, the heart of love.
Believe in the
Lunacy of tingling bones,
Believe in the
Truth, that you are not alone.

Sunday 20 November 2011

Wolves

Beware,
We've let the wolves back in,
They'll
Breed, and grow and roam,
They're back
Among the sheep and dreams,
The place
That is their home.
Beware,
We've let the wolves back in,
The ones 
With teeth and claws,
Don't try 
To blame the other fools,
The fault
My love, is ours.

Saturday 19 November 2011

The Universe Game


Why can't we play,
The Universe game,
The one where we make the rules?
Why can't we make
The heavens stop
When the fates have hit us cruel.
Why can't we play
The Universe game,
The one where we never loose?
When things are not the way we want,
Why can't we be the ones to choose?

Friday 18 November 2011

Indigo

Indigo sunflowers
Only bloom
In the light of a
Blood moon.
Their seeds
Are worth 
A million day dreams.

Tuesday 15 November 2011

Angels

She saw them.

Shining
Like stars.
Like angels.

Bringing light,
Bringing hope.

She shone,
Like the sun.
Reflecting 
Their light,
Little realising
They came to
Speak to 
The angel
Inside.

They saw her.

Sunday 13 November 2011

Cheese

D'you know,
The mouse thought finally,
I've had enough of cheese,
I'm going to change my diet
And I'll eat just what I please.

And scampering
Quite dangerously
Across the kitchen floor,
He dived head first
Into the bin
That stood beside the door.

Oh joy! Oh bliss!
What tastes he found
Such food should serve a king.
Not langulish rotting,
Just a bit,
In some black plastic bin.

He had to tell,
He had to share this bounty
With them all,
And soon the mice from all around
Came to his eager call.

But such nirvana could not last,
The humans saw to that,
And the last thing happy mouse saw,
Was the jaws of a smiling cat.

Friday 11 November 2011

Song

I'm going to sing and play a song,
At our Festival of Music.
I have my courage
Screwed down tight,
I hope that I don't loose it!!

Thursday 10 November 2011

Avalanche

There's an avalanche of words,
They're building;
Backing up inside my head.

Inside this
Hormone soup of flesh,
This body, brain,
Half mental fed.

Neurotic neurons
Semi sluggish
Turning all my dreams 
To rubbish.

Confidence is
Serotonin,
Can't you hear my
Heart beat moaning?
And what was it
That organ said?

Who cares.

It argues
With my sanity
And leaves
My thoughts
Half dead.


Tuesday 8 November 2011

The Tower by The Green Flare

THE TOWER

Won't you turn your will upon me.
A brighter light to guide my way.
To draw me ever nearer.
In your realm is where I'd stay.

Deep Red Queen, release your tongue!
Be determined with your power.
Whisper the verse, a spell invoked
and free me from the tower.

Stone walls that blind and narrow mind,
blunting things before they start.
Deep Red Queen will you break through.
Set your seal upon my heart.

Good subject I, if I'm set free.
You could not wish a better.
Good servant I, set by your knee
Obeying to the letter.

Deep Red Queen be good to me.
Use your free mind well.
Release me from the Towers clutch
and make a haven within hell.

Wednesday 2 November 2011

The Pixies

Many thanks to my friend Liz for reminding me about this great band over the weekend.
The Pixies.
This is one of my favourites of theirs, its called
Monkey Gone to Heaven.
Hope you like it too!

Sunday 30 October 2011

Saved by the Green Flare

The Green Flare is saving the day. When my words are dried up the Green Flare steps up and fills in the gaps with style and grace. Thanks Green Flare!

MISUNDERSTOOD

Someone's got to do it.
So it might as well be me.
Someones got to do it.
And do it peacefully.

Someone had to do it.
So I did the most I could.
Someone had to do it.
But I misunderstood.

I jumped too quick to take the oar.
I could not hear above the roar.

Someones got to do it.
I don't want to but I will.
Someones got to do it.
So we'll take the bitter pill.

Someone had to do it.
Don't jeapordise our wealth.
Someone had to do it.
We feared about your health.

Not to mention confidence.
And competence as well.

So now we've gorn an' dunnit.
And the best that we all could.
What's Dun is Dun, it wasn't fun.
But no 'ard feelin's anyone.
We just misunderstood.

Thursday 27 October 2011

It fades

The red, yellow
Flickers blue,
The beat is
Slow and weak,
I'd gladly
Stoke the fires
Of hell
If you would
Only
Speak.

Sunday 23 October 2011

Bubbleland by The Green Flare

I'm happier not knowing thanks,
I'd rather just envision.
I'll just sit here, in Bubbleland,
Not watch the television.

Too much know is not so good.
With twisted facts, half understood.
And orange people with bright teeth,
Shout out the latest corporate beef.
Expecting us to feel the grief,
While never looking underneath.
I, upon the other hand,
Am happier in Bubbleland.

I get the picture, all is shit,
That would seem the sum of it.
They hate them and they hate those.
Another Tyrant to depose?

While we, the peaceful are asleep,
Satellites in space go bleep.
Sending news on down our way.
Tomorrow is another day!
But I've banned the clock to make a stand.
We won't get up, in Bubbleland.

Tuesday 18 October 2011

A rare moment of boredom

Full of emptiness

Blue and dull.

Can't even be bored

Enough to care.


I'm hiding,

Looking for a

Me

That's somewhere.

Anywhere.


Whatever.

Monday 17 October 2011

Don't think

Don't think,
You're not qualified.

What's to be gained,
From such effort?

After all, there's only you,
Standing between the facts.


Sunday 16 October 2011

Mirror Mirror by Spike Milligan

One of my all time favourites, I think the writing of Spike Milligan is very special. His War (and Peace) memoirs, were the first books that made my cry with laughter. I was about 14 at the time. The joy is, that there are always gems to discover, or re-discover.

I found this one today. Simply brilliant.


Mirror Mirror


A young spring-tender girl
Combed her joyous hair
'You are very ugly' said the mirror.
But,
On her lips hung
A smile of dove-secret loveliness,
For only that morning had not
The blind boy said,
'You are beautiful'? 

Saturday 15 October 2011

Frankensteins Monster


Frankensteins Monster


 I love this. Make him some arms and legs next, I want to see him rampage!!

Thursday 13 October 2011

Body


So then,

Listen body, you and me,
It's time we had a chat,
I'm noticing some changes,
And I don't like where we're at.

Quite without my really noticing
You've improvised a lot,
Now I'm going to say this
Loud and clear....
I want this all to stop!

Just leave the skin,
It's getting thin,
And focus on the eyes,
They're focusing quite poorly,
Oh,
Let's not forget the thighs.

There is no need to emphasise
My slightly saggy bum,
It's a blessing it's behind me,
Throw a desperate girl a crumb!

Desist with all this aging
It's a rotten thing to do,
I'm asking for a break here,
Just remember, this is you!

Tuesday 11 October 2011

Darkness

Are you one of those people 
That live in the dark,
With blinkers for eyelids,
Ignoring the sparks;
The lights and the beacons
That shine by the way,
Rather ploughing through darkness
With nothing to say.

You're a fool to yourself,
And to those that you pass,
Leaving naught in your wake,
Naught that stays,
Naught that lasts.
So please open your eyes
Find your feet, see the way,
Don't stay lost in the darkness
With nothing to say.

Saturday 8 October 2011

Planet Dinosaur

Dasplatosaurus
Stood before us,
Caught up in the mire.
Poor Centrosaurus
Fell in chorus
Howling in their ire.
The river raged,
And surged
And broke
The dinosaurs apart,
And left
But one survivor,
Standing shaking,
In the dark.

Friday 7 October 2011

Real Life

I've had a rather stressful week,
In fact, it's rather been,
The kind of week I really wish
I'd never, ever seen.

If stress was made of matter
And could be both weighed and known,
It's bulk would fill the universe
Just that, and that alone.

But now I've put it all away,
I've sent it far behind,
So space at last is in my head
To find a better mind.

And surfing down this learning curve
The pressure starts to ease,
I only hope the universe
Is not inclined to tease!

Wednesday 28 September 2011

Nonsense

'So tell me once again, the time?'

It's half past, nearly,
Getting on for fine.

'And what's the weather
Going to do?'

It might just rain
In a corner or two.

'Oh really?
When do you think I was born?'

Why yesterday month
In an elephant storm.

'Ridiculous!!
You just don't make sense!'

Stop questioning me
You make the present tense!!

Monday 26 September 2011

Harlots and Heretics



'Understand me now!' she cried,
As in the ducking stool she writhed and twisted
And tore her skin on God's own rope.
For was HE not the one who put her there?
'I am no witch, I am no whore, God made me, I am his!'
But feeble words were drowned
As icy water clamped her head in vice like claws,
And salted wounds erupted around voiceless screams.

'My lungs explode,' she thought,
When once again clergy’s madman
Jerked her from deaths liquid grasp
To flounder in the noisy air.
They cursed her long and loud,
Her crime of living more sickening to them than any murder.

'I did nothing' she gasped,
As padre's fist closed her mouth forever.
'God, just let me die!' she prayed
As stars exploded in her mind;
But no such easy end awaited this fair maid.

They dragged her, silent,
From the witches chair,
With hating hands,
That introduced her to the cobbled street,
That broke her bones and bruised her skin
With stony hard indifference.
'Burn the witch' chant the children,
Infantile ignorance fed by prejudice and hate.

She hardly felt the snapping of her spirit
When her bloody eyes beheld the wood ahead.
Her funeral pyre, pointing to the brilliant sky,
The finger of the devil mocking God.
They tied her,
Pierced her feet with broken twigs
And lashed her shattered body,
To prevent escape.
Their feeble minds rejoiced to see
The greedy flames consume her flesh
And melt the curse she whispered with her dying breath.

'God loves you' she thought,
'Why then could he not love me,
When all I strove to do was save the child from death.'
'Her death is mine' she thought,
And wondered as they cut her down
Why pain no longer racked her form.

They tossed her, smouldering, onto a cart
And drove her to the place the roads did cross.
And there she watched with molten eyes
As eager hands removed the soil to make a pit that gaped like sin.

'What happens here?' she thought in fear,
'have they not had enough of me?'

But then they tossed her into soil
That tried to cool her smouldering flesh.
'She's dead!!' they cried,
'And now she lies at Satan's gate for him to use as she deserves!'

Cold earth embraces her from all sides.
All that remains,
A body rotten and decayed that holds a mind,
That weeps and cries and echoes on the night
'God save me, am I not one of your own?'

But there comes no reply,

Save the clicking of the devils tail as he advances.

Thursday 22 September 2011

Lovely!

You just can't eat get enough with a spoon,
Sometimes only a handful will do.
Well,
Our fingers were here before spoons were,
It's the sensiblist eating to do!



Tuesday 20 September 2011

Drowning

Drowning
Implies a lack of breath
And a surfeit of water,
Usually accompanied
By at least a small degree 
Of panic.
Not her.
She's lounging in the water,
Flattering it with her presence,
Contemplating staying,
If she likes it enough.



Sunday 18 September 2011

Music

I'm having a musical moment,
Well actually more than just one,
And my writing's a little neglected,
The singing, right now, is more fun!

So I'm going to make a recording,
When I've got all the sound of it right,
At the rate of improvement I'm making,
It's going to be a long night!!

Thursday 15 September 2011

TERRY PRATCHETT

THERE'S A NEW ONE COMING!


SNUFF

Out on the 13th October.

Oh happy day!!

Tuesday 13 September 2011

Streets

Streets ahead,
or
Streets apart,

It's all about
The
Distance.


Nicer
To be
Side-by-side
In the same
Street.

Closer.

Monday 12 September 2011

The Bus Stop

Crawling round the inside of my mind behind my eyes,
A new, unusual idea formed, the shape of which belied,
The empty place it came from, the enormous wave of change;
An idea quite distinct within the chattering of my brain,
That started at the moment when I saw you in the rain.

The moment when that grey, dull street became my street of dreams,
I know it now, I knew it then, peculiar as it seems;
The place where all my senses did that day, in you, collide,
Where through the morning cold and damp you stood before my eyes.

Be still, be strong, be real, be true, the mantra in my mind,
Was all that I could think before your beauty struck me blind.
It’s strange to feel such longing, like a lunatic obsessed,
To feel the touch of primal urges, pounding in my breast.
Adrift, confused and petrified, left staring through the rain,
And then you gave that perfect smile that said you felt the same.

But why, how could I love you, like a mills & boon cliche,
In that fleeting touch of seconds, there was nothing left to say.
It was just a glance, a chance connection straight into my heart,
To see you standing at the bus stop like a living piece of art.

Oh, be still, be strong, be brave, be true, that mantra still remains,
Despite that it was long ago, that street now years away.
All this time you’ve been beside me, dark and handsome, tall and strong,
Yet still the moment of our meeting sounds it’s memory like a song.
And in that memory;
In that place where my best fantasies reside,
I know that all reveals itself when hope and love collide.

Saturday 10 September 2011

The Game

Pounding heart,
Feeling sick,
Fetch the doctor
Double quick!
Think I need
A special pill,
Adrenaline 
Will make me ill!
And still
An hour left,
Or more,
Before our warriors
Go to war.
Be brave,
Be strong,
Defeat the foe
And play
Your insides out!
I'll give my all
And scream along,
And shout 
That victory SHOUT!

VICTORY BRAVE YEOMAN OF ENGLAND, VICTORY!!

Friday 9 September 2011

Alicia of Bellycraft

A friend came round today. They led me to find Alicia. Lucky, lucky me! I hope she's still dancing.
Two minutes in and I am hypnotised.

Thursday 8 September 2011

Devil inside

To the little old man who was driving the blue Kia in front of me, 
down a single lane road,
At an average speed of around 15 miles an hour,
For what was probably only about 40 minutes,
But felt like an ETERNITY:

Today's entry I dedicate to you.

Do you recognise my face??


Wednesday 7 September 2011

Come

Come one and all,
Come sanctify,
The answer that you gave,
When all was
Calm and shining;
When the
Heart of you was brave.
Come face the fire
And don't despair,
If all around shout 'wrong!'
Remember
When you 
Heard the tune,
And danced to your own song.
Come take a stand,
Come show your face,
Come lay your challenge bare;
Come shout your answers
Louder
Than those ragged creatures dare.
Come claim your place
Among the stars,
And planets made of fire
And know
Truth is the heart of life,
That love's your hearts desire.

Tuesday 6 September 2011

Happy When Wet

Today we have the words of the Green Flare to save us from silence.

Happy When Wet

What of all this rain and wind?
Sky full, grey as lead.
It matters not to me, you see.
For the sun's out 
In my head.
Let the rain flow over me,
Soak me through and through.
It matters not to me, you see.
For I'm happy, 
You be too.

Monday 5 September 2011

Sunday 4 September 2011

Wine


I can't pretend this headache
Is a cold that's coming one,
I've just looked in the kitchen
And can see the red wine's gone.

I doubt that it evaporated,
Given how I feel,
I much more likely drank it all
Which means this headache's real.

Oh evil tasty red delicious 
devils brew that's you,
All lovely, smooth and teasing
What's a thirsty girl to do??

But groping for my cup of tea
With dehydrated brain,
I know that come the next excuse
I'll do it all again!

Friday 2 September 2011

A notion


It's only a notion
A spark in dark,
I can't help but wonder
Just where it will park?

For there's nothing to show
Where the process will end.
Just as long as it's clamp free
And calls me a friend!

All this wanting and waiting
Can drive you insane,
So I've cleared out the cobwebs
And hoovered my brain.

Now the notion has space
And a free reign to play,
And I'm hoping it's sunshine
Will brighten my day!

Thursday 1 September 2011

Beautiful


There are no words that I can put together,
That can express the beauty of this place
Any better
Than the picture I wrote with my eyes.

Wednesday 31 August 2011

Doris

Dimpled Doris
Smiled a smile,
That said
She'd spent a little while,
Up where
The fairies like to fly.
And
Who's to say
That that's a lie?

Monday 29 August 2011

The Spider God

So, after a fantastical adventure down a different, if somewhat familiar, trouser leg of time, I am pleased to say that my good friend The Green Flare has returned. Enigmatic as always the tale I was told of the strange time that befell them will thrill me for days to come!

I celebration of their return the Green Flare has written the entry for today.

SPIDER GOD

Godhead sat in dingy lair.
Uncomfortable on a liars chair,
Flicking poison everywhere.
Whilst crazy vapors filled the air.

All it saw in others good,
It spat upon; just like it would.
It's web of insecurities
Brought all before it to their knees.
Twisting thoughts and taking tongues,
Tainting air within their lungs.

It turned the world upon its head
And messed with it till it was dead.

And then it sat and moped and cried,
Regretting those it'd caused to die.   

"I'll resurrect you, make you shine
Just how I'd like, so you'll be mine.
Think like me. 
Dance for me.
Do everything, 
Do all for me.
And then I'll let you breathe, you'll see."

Poison all who come within,
Then smugly scratch your mottled skin.
Let your silent signal traps begin,
And beckon other spiders in.

Dark spider god its flock dispersed,
Must seek new flies to do its worst.

But I with truthful, shining pin
Can pierce its bloated abdomen.
Stir the ichor, acidic brew.
And curse it roundly for all its done to you.




Sunday 28 August 2011

Fury


Fury carves unsightly flavours within childhoods fingers.
Crawling, scented offal drying.
Belligerent cowardice: 
He withered in the flash light.
Fury moved blistering forearm,
Fix scalpel-sharp no-never-no-never-no to your mouth.
Fury scraped all the dead into his name.
Dry me onto your beauty.
Fury presses, down-through-up-into.
I see your rancid seduction. 
Only angels wear blue.
Fury smiles through stainless teeth.
Chatter me, chatter me, chatter, chatter.
Fury loved me.
Loves me.
Loved you.
Leaves you.
I am childhood scented, dead beauty, chattering cowardice.
I am.... Never your Fury.

Thursday 25 August 2011

Sew...

So, I find it hard to write at the moment. Probably got something to do with having my fingers stuck together. Metaphorically speaking. Normal service will be resumed shortly.

Sunday 21 August 2011

Height


I looked up.
Raised my head up high.
Saw our sentinels
Standing tall,
Towering above me.
Back I ran
To my burrow.
Protected.

Saturday 20 August 2011

Head Cold

I have a cold
I cannot breathe
These germs have got it in for me.
My nose is raw
My eyes are wet
Just how much snottier can I get?
My skin's all shivery,
Cold? No, hot,
With shakey bones I've got the lot!
So all I want to do is sleep
To stop my head from hurting,
And take these plugs of tissue out
Without that snot a squirting!

Thursday 18 August 2011

Wickedy Witch


She sewed a stitch that raggedy witch
A snick-snicky stitch from a wickedy witch
With fingers ridged from hours of toil
So hard such work, so sad to spoil.
The child, she’d tied, removed her eyes:

(If only she had learnt to lie
When brothers asked her if she knew
Where witches lived, or what they did
To a child with such eyes of blue.)

A twist, a turn, a needle snip
The spell it grew and grew
‘Til all at once the scissors snapped
And the thread and knots held true

She smiled a smile that wickedy witch
That boiled the brothers blood
Who left their sister there, alone
And fled, their yellow blood! That curdled
As they ran and ran
To chase the sight away
Of sister left as marionette
For a wicked witch to play.


Tuesday 16 August 2011

Spike

I must go down to the sea again,
The wonderful sea and sky,
I lost my socks and vest down there,
I wonder if they're dry?

Love it.

Sunday 14 August 2011

Camping

A camping weekend!
What a joy, what great fun!
With good friends in the country
Outside in the sun.

We've a tent, and guitars,
And those things that you need,
To at least have a snack
And make hot cups of tea.

That first evening was lovely
With great company
And a fire, beer and singing
The sky was rain free.

But calamity stalked us,
The weather closed in
So we all said goodnight
As the rain settled in.

But our tent was a haven,
We'd be dry, we'd be warm.
We were wronger than wrong
In the face of that storm.

As the canvas flapped
A pole broke free, and water trickled in,
But we couldn't hear it seeping
In the howling, rainy din.

Everything we had was soaking wet
Our bedding, clothes and food
As we paddled to the exit
We were not in cheery mood.

But hot tea revived our spirits
And we packed up and drove home
Our poor tent now in the local tip
And never more we'll roam!

Thursday 11 August 2011

Mary,


I pricked my finger
And the blood blossomed
As a flower
Round my pale skin.


Ivory stained burgundy.
Beware the princess.
She bears a needle
Sharper than loss.
Precious
Petals.



Wednesday 10 August 2011

Dragon


I dreamt a dragon.
Drew him,
But my drawing wasn't close
To capturing
His beauty,
Rather hiding it the most.
But still,
I drew my dragon,
And I know that he'll survive.
I know 'cause he's my dragon,
And
By the devil in his eye!!

Monday 8 August 2011

And then...

At first I thought I couldn't,
And then I thought I could,
But never sure I shouldn't,
I wasn't sure I should.
It wasn't that I wouldn't,
It's probable I would,
Anything that you shouldn't do
Is bound to turn out good.

Saturday 6 August 2011

Angels Carrying Weapons

Simply Gorgeous


I gotta get me one of these....and the corset would be lovely too!


Thursday 4 August 2011

The Game

Don’t you say it again,
I can taste your disdain,

I am more than your words,
Really! STOP, cease, refrain.

Your new game's just the same,
Only now there’s no pain,

Not my rules, not your creature;
Not my rules, not my game.

In my heart what remains?
No more burning of shame.

Now the thing that defines me
That dull roar, that RAGE.

So go choke on your words,
I won't hear them again,

Not my rules. Not your creature,
Not my pain, NOT MY GAME.


Monday 1 August 2011

My New Baby

I love her.


Looking good for nearly 30 and plays like a dream.

Thanks Dad!

Sunday 31 July 2011

Treading Water

Are we really just
Treading water,
Killing time
Until we die?

Propelled forward
by an inveterate
Purposelessness,
Possessed of nothing more than a
Vague hope
That there
Must be something more;
Something more to come,
Something more feel,
Something more to explain it.

Why most there?

Isn't having a life to live wonderful enough?

The NOW is all you have.
Live in it,
And BE that something more.




Wednesday 27 July 2011

Who said?

That words can never hurt?
They need a slap with a multi syllable agressor.

Tuesday 26 July 2011

On a train

It's so hot, am I there yet?
No, I'm not!

Wednesday 20 July 2011

Hmm

God damn it all to merry hell,
The raving loons are come as well,
I thought I'd get out 'fore they came,
Just goes to show
Well, who is sane?
They can't tell that I'm not them,
But I know they're not me,
And if we ever mix it up
Just who then will I be?


Tuesday 19 July 2011

Right Now

This is how I am feeling RIGHT NOW!


Really.
It's a good job that 
a) I don't have access to sharp objects 
b) I'm not a psychopath
c) I'm not a man
d) I can tell myself it's only a job and in a few hours there's a glass of wine waiting for me!!

Saturday 16 July 2011

My Gran

I want to see my Gran again,
I can't and that's not fair,
She's in my head,
Come rain and shine,
Why can't she still be here?

Why can't I see her
Coming through the kitchen
With a smile,
She wrapped me in
Such gentle love
I felt myself worthwhile.

So many things have happened
Since she died,
So much to share
So many stories to be told..
Why can't my Gran be here?

Still,
I use the things she gave me,
Keep her memory strong and clear.
Remembering years of happy days
These trinkets keep her near.

And if I want to hold her close,
And hug her now and then,
Well that's OK,
It's only 'cause
I miss my lovely Gran.

Thursday 14 July 2011

There's a light..

At the end of the tunnel,
I saw it I swear.
Bye, bye gloom!!
Wait, light.
Stay there, 
Stay bright!
I'm coming!
Where did I put my bicycle??!

Tuesday 12 July 2011

Call In

Why don't you,
Pledge some cash,
There's fun and games
And loads of laughs,
To raise some money
For their cause,
Right worthy,
No, please;
No applause.
Don't worry
If you can't get through,
Just calling
Was damn good of you!
So
Send an email,
Or a text,
Or fax us if you can,
Or save some pennies
In a jar,
And really, I'm a fan!
Thank you
For calling,
Bless you all,
Remember
Love not hate!
We'll raise some cash
To buy those things
And then
Won't life be great?!!

Friday 8 July 2011

Ants - the return

They're back!
My God, they didn't die
There's more of them today.
I need a multi-pack of death
To make them go away!!

How many tiny spaces
In my back step
Can there be!!

I think the universe
Has set itself
To torture me!

I won't give in,
I will not cry,
Despite there little legs,
Despite their
ITCHY, Itchy ways
They will not make me beg.

Oh Nippon death
Seal up the holes,
And keep them trapped below
If I can't see them
I don't care,
But if I can
I know!!


Wednesday 6 July 2011

The Future

Celan, 
A creature wise and old,
The future to himself did hold.
For written on his weathered shell
An ancient soul, 
Who’s fate could tell 
A story, 
To those few that saw,
In stars and omens, 
Near and far,
A portent of far better days,
When Celan 
All the world would save.

Tuesday 5 July 2011

I sing

I sing
And my brain smiles.
I breathe and I live.
I sing
And my heart beats.
When I sleep,
 I dream,
When I sing
I wake.



Friday 1 July 2011

A Good Person

Am I a good person only if I think good thoughts?
Am I a good person only  if I do good deeds?
Am I a good person if only I know
What I think, what I do?

Really, it doesn't matter.
Every day
We all weigh our own souls.

Don't trust the sanctimonious
Who use their 'goodness' as a weapon
To bludgeon and bemuse.
Their wanting leaks through the gaps.

It's easy.
First do no harm.
It's not rocket science.
Am I a good person?
Who's to say.



Wednesday 29 June 2011

Murderer

I killed them all.
Every last one.
Dead.
A short, twitching affair.
Ghostly pale
I watched them die,
Too numerous to count.

Am I a monster?

A whole colony
Wiped out.

A nippon death
Delivered by
A woman in a mask with
A shaking hand.

But they shouldn't
Have swarmed.
Not in my kitchen.
Not on my walls.

Am I a monster?

No.

I just really, really don't like ants
IN MY HOUSE!!!!

I'll take my guilt
And bury it.

Like the ants......

Monday 27 June 2011

Dennis

Really Dennis
Don't play tennis,
You're a menace
With a racquet;
When the umpire
Says 'it's out'
It doesn't matter
If you whack it.
Don't loose your 
Temper, 
And stop swearing,
They don't like
It on the green;
Keep your
Pants on Dennis
Really,
You're becoming 
Quite obscene.
So perhaps
You need to find 
A game
That's easier to play,
Dennis really,
Don't play tennis
Put
That baseball bat
Away!!

Sunday 26 June 2011

A Quiet Life

A lifetime of quiet resentments
Paved the way
To red mist driven,
Steely sharp
Slashing, slashing madness.

If only she had told someone.
If only she had let it out.
If only he had let her breathe,
Let her believe; believed in her
Just a tiny, tiny bit.

But his overbearing arrogance
Made him a wife full of tiny holes,
Filled full of ire, 
A raging soul 
Behind her perfect, placid smile.

She waits for them
To come and take her away, 
Quiet and red.
The woman that never fought back,
Never murmered, 
All in persuit of a quiet life.

Tuesday 21 June 2011

Fruity

She had the skin of a raisin,
And the body
Of a peardrop.

She should have given them back.

Monday 20 June 2011

Business Show

There's got to be a better way 
Of earning cash than this!
A three hour drive, at half past five
Is just taking the piss.
Now here we are, we've manned our stand,
Well womaned actually,
And nailed our perfect smiles on
'Cause we're here 'til half past three.

Oh there's got to be a better way 
Of getting through the day,
Outside the sun is shining
And my life's slipping away.
If another bleedin' sales man
Stops and asks us what we do
They'll be picking up their teeth
And I'll be swearing in the loo!'

There's got to be a better way 
Of bringing in the bread,
Another year of doing this....
I wish that I was dead!
When will that winning ticket
Find it's way into my grasp?
A million quid would do it,
My escape, at last, AT LAST!!

Sunday 19 June 2011

Sometimes

Just sometimes,
I wish I were something other than I am.
I wish,
That just sometimes,
I were, a great big, hulking man.
I wish,
That just sometimes,
I could show the world my strength.
Instead of keeping quiet,
Like a good girl.

Like a good girl.

I wish
That just sometimes
I could.....

Friday 17 June 2011

Our Best Friend

Too hot to move he lies upon the once cool stone.
Hot indeed,
But preferable to baking slabs around him.

'Poor dog,' he thought, 'poor dog,
I can't remove my coat like you
To stop the scorching of my skin.
Instead I lie, baking in this brilliant furnace.'

'I see you laughing in the shade,
Cool drinks clutched in your careless hands.
You will not feel the heat of burning ears lying in the sun.'

'Poor dog,' he thought, 'poor dog;
Why do you never think of me,
whilst pandering to your own needs?'

And then the flies began to buzz
And landed on his heated back,
And dog, poor dog, he couldn't see
The things that made this cruel attack.

'Enough,' he thought, this poor dumb thing
Whilst staring out through betrayed eyes,
And pulling on the iron chain
He strained and tugged and yelped and cried.

'Go see the dog' the woman said,
To children playing on the grass.
So eagerly he greeted them,
That set the poor thing free at last.

And none thought of the hurt they'd caused
Or saw the sorrow in his eyes,
In loving them he gave his life
For all their cruelty and their lies.

So why poor dog were you this way,
Left chained up on a summers day?

Wednesday 15 June 2011

Egbert Wipe

This poem was written for Martin. It's happy, and it's about pies, as requested.
Hope you like it!

Egbert Wipe he stole a bike
Whilst dressed up like a nun,
This all night party monster
Was stuffed full of stealing fun.

He'd had a drink, or two or three,
In fact; that's just a lie,
He'd had much nearer twenty
And now rode in search of pies.

Oh! Pies with shortcrust pastry
And with tasty fillings too,
A pie and then another pie,
And then a massive brew.

He wobbled to the market
Where he found the bakers stand,
But was hampered by his wimple
As he ran off, pies in hand.

Then his balance just deserted him,
And on his face he fell,
Pies abandoned on the tarmac.
But there's one thing more to tell.

Poor old Egbert was arrested
For his theft of tasty pies,
And the caption in the paper
Made much fun of his disguise.

So the moral of this story
Is 'don't drink before you ride',
And if you're wearing fancy dress
Then stay away from pies!

Tuesday 14 June 2011

Glint

Misused, confused,
My trust abused,
Your burning hands 
Were not refused

My life forsook,
Your touch, your look
My reputation 
Cost enough.

But how you lied
I'm cast aside
My dreams, destroyed
I see your pride

That devil quick, to spite, to fly,
The glint, that evil, 
In your eye.

Monday 13 June 2011

Kindle

I'm going to go on Kindle,
I've got the 'How to' guide,
I've even got some words to sell,
My tongue has been untied.

I'm really quite excited,
My first e-published book
But to follow those instructions,
I'll need more than bloomin' luck!


Saturday 11 June 2011

The Doctor

Today's contribution is from a man who plays the bass guitar.

Oh I like smoking cannabis,
I like smoking pot,
I like smoking weed I do,
I like it quite a lot.


Catchy little rhyme!

Wednesday 8 June 2011

What am I doing

With all this?
What an ego.
Will I cease to exist
Without my words?
Without the reflection
Of myself I hold safe
In the thought
That you care.

Look at me,
Don't look at me.
Better that I go
Look for myself.

I hope it doesn't take too long.

Tuesday 7 June 2011

Music

What a time!
When it takes you by the heart,
And drags from your soul
Such screaming delight,
Such a joy at being alive,
Up and out through the notes,
Through the smile that is your face,
That your mind can hardly hold it.
What a time,
When the music owns you,
And you are
Glad, 
Glad, 
Glad.

Monday 6 June 2011

Dying for a change

Oh, change me, change me,
Red, 
Not grey,
And make the years fall away!
Yes, 
Take me to a younger place,
Now
What to do about my face?

Saturday 4 June 2011

A day at the Races

Hot dusty happy day,
Come to watch the horses play.
Dance and drink here whilst you stay,
Carry victory notes away!

Friday 3 June 2011

Wednesday 1 June 2011

Happy Hour

She spied him across the crowded bar
And speared him with a shrill peroxide wail.
'Tonyyy!! Daarrrrling!! It's been ages, why didn't you call!?'

'I did,' he lied, 'But you were never in.'

She nodded wisely.
'Well I'm a busy girl you know!'
And waggled hips that knew the move.

He swallowed.
She advanced, shark eyed, lips poised.

Elbow in the ribs.
'Chris, mate, drink up, we're leaving'
A shrug, a smile, an escape.
She pouted as he passed, talons raised to grasp.

Outside he breathed again.
Drink can make you do terrible things.

And they never remembered your name.