Tuesday 3 July 2012

I've moved!

Hi there, just in case you are reading this and have come to visit via my  http://lightdarkandshade.blogspot.com address.....
I've moved.
Please go to www.missdemena.co.uk for my new website.
Thanks for reading!!

Thursday 28 June 2012

Not moved yet

Still here,
Dependent,
Waiting.
Well.
Well.
Water.
Wishing.
Still here.
Waiting.
Soon come.

Sunday 24 June 2012

Interesting

I found out recently that every word I write in this blog, and every picture I post, by dint of it being a Blogger blog, can be used by Google whenever they want, (should they ever want to!) in whatever context they want, as often as they want, with no reference to me at all.
Or, as they put it....
When you upload or otherwise submit content to our Services, you give Google (and those we work with) a worldwide license to use, host, store, reproduce, modify, create derivative works (such as those resulting from translations, adaptations or other changes we make so that your content works better with our Services), communicate, publish, publicly perform, publicly display and distribute such content. 
Now, I'm not writing to make a million, clearly; so the potential lack of imaginary income of said imaginary use, publication, display etc.etc. is slightly less concerning than the complete lack of ownership and control of my content once it's been posted on this blog.

If they asked me I'd probably say 'Yes, go ahead, use what you want!'
But they're not asking me, they're telling me.
And that I'm not keen on.

So I'll be decamping to Wordpress over the next few days where I'll have a choice.

Wish me luck!

Sunday 17 June 2012

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,
To feed your pride.

And now that
 By your hands to die,
I see it now,
The reason why.
That devil quick,
to spite, to fly,
The glint, that evil,
In your eye.

Thursday 14 June 2012


Cornflakes are crispy,
Yoghurt is not,
Bread is quite chewy,
And chilli's are hot.
Which one's my favourite,
Which one's the best?
I don't know the answer,
What is this,
A test??

Tuesday 12 June 2012

The Blinkered Man


She saw his hunger,
And fed him,
A morsel at a time.
Tiny crumbs from her table;
So small,
She hardly even noticed them.

Not him.

To him,

Ambrosia would have tasted sour by comparison.

A lapdog to his own ideals,
Her presence almost incidental,
To the fantasy in his mind.

So willingly he paid the price,
His torment meant as little to her
As mewling puppies.

Oh blinkered man!
Her cunning wrapped you in perfumed deceit,
And robbed you blind.

Too late, he saw,
Too late,
Where duplicity dripped;
What cruel manners she employed,
To put him from his friends,
His funds, his life.

So blinded by his pointless tears
He didn't see the signs,
Or feel which way the wind blew.

But in willingly delivering to her,
His heart;
He sealed his fate.

In fact,
So complicit was he,
In his own demise,
He hardly felt
The dying tremors
When she left him.

Sunday 10 June 2012

The Argument

It wasn't a reasonable way to go,
But words will be spoken,
And who's to know,
Which way
This ragged wind will blow.
For words,
Once spoken,
Can't retract,
And wounded hearts
Will just react,
To save the moment,
Quick and fast,
But really,
There is no way back,
From this...
Whatever broken minds might wish.

Thursday 7 June 2012

The Cost of 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,
At war with herself,
Behind her perfect, placid smile.

She waits for them now,
To come and take her away,
Quiet and covered in red.

The woman that never compained,
Never murmered,
All in persuit of a quiet life,
That in the end,
Killed him dead,
And took away everything that she had.

Tuesday 5 June 2012

Egbert Wipe


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!

Sunday 3 June 2012

Thursday 31 May 2012

The Unicorn

It stood,
A monument to chastity and honour,
A memory of a hope entombed with stone.
Grey and old,
Defaced by birds and man and time it stood.
A throwback to a different time,
Around which school children ate their lunches,
Drunks belched away their afternoons,
And no one ever looked to see,
Just what it was that shaded them.
Days came and went;
Then months,
Then years;
And still no one looked,
No one wept,
To see the humbling of their unicorn.
Just a place to steal a kiss,
Or maybe more;
On a dark summers night.
Always and forever.
Forgiving,
Almost forgotten but never forgetting.
Dance my unicorn,
Dance yourself to another universe,
On concrete hooves.

Wednesday 30 May 2012

Just 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.


Just sometimes
I wish I could....

Monday 28 May 2012

What's my name?

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.

Thursday 17 May 2012

Reflections



What does the mirror show you,
Is it close to what I see?
Apparently not, 
Based on your smile,
The truth is clearly
Not set free.
Because mirrors can only detail your skin,
They can't reveal what lies within,
And really,
Who knows!
This could be a good thing.
As long as you have to be you, 
I mean;
Perhaps some things should remain unseen.

Wednesday 16 May 2012

Thick Skin

Ingratiate, ingratiate,
‘Cause when you’re in, you’re in.
Don’t listen for the truth of it
‘Cause truth just don’t begin,
To tell it like it really is;
And who the hell are you?
To push apart those in the art,
Whose place you so aspire to.
Ingratiate, and irritate, 
Just who the hell are you??

Sunday 13 May 2012

It's a good night for a Ghost Walk


It’s a ghost walk, not a cake walk,
There’s no money back here
If a dead mans right hand
Slapped you hard on your rear!
He’s invisible night
You can’t see him at all,
   Watch your feet on those steps, 
Else you stumble and fall.
Then whose cold hands will grip you?
Hold you hard, 
just that way,
Not a mere mortal man,
Not a human man, nay.
But a man with no heart,
With no life of his own.
Cursed, abandoned and dead
Buried long ‘neath these stones.
I can’t tell you his story, 
I don’t know who he is
But a ghost walk’s a ghost walk;
And this ghost walk’s his.

Thursday 10 May 2012

My love in a nutshell


They sang us
A rainbow of joy;

Each note as
Pure as a pearl.

Happiness surrounded us,
And
My whole world shone.

And then....

You were gone,
Leaving me with,
Nothing.

Only a single tear,

Flooding my desert
With
Infinite sorrow.

Wednesday 9 May 2012

Sister Rosetta Goes Before Us

Thanks to my lovely friend Shel for suggesting we have a listen to this track. As always, she was right, it's a wonderful song, lovely and haunting and a pleasure to perform. I'm looking forward to her next suggestion!

Tuesday 8 May 2012

Revelation

Are you drowning darling?
Are you drowning,
Dreaming about your
Dreadfully 
Dreary days?

Death by virtue.
Uber happiness, 
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Are you saved?
Are you rightous?

Have the awkward questions all disappeared?

Don't you believe it.

Don't call it a memory darling,
Call it anything you like
But remember,
It's not a memory.

Don't call me.

I'm something else altogether.

Sunday 6 May 2012

My Guitar


'You have no guts' I say.
You laugh.
'I have more guts than you' you say,
And let the strumming of my fingers call a tune.
'You would say that' I say,
'You, who need another to express yourself.'
'Don't lay me with your problems' you shout,
'Little feet dance to little tunes.'
'Ha!' I say,
'But I am playing you!'
'That's what you think human' you sneer,
'Now say that in a twelve bar!'

Saturday 5 May 2012

Isadora

Immoral yearnings drift
Through my sleep and dreams,
As wicked oracles relive my actions, 
Over and over again.

Litanies in flame, 
Engulfing terror,
Incinerating minds, 
Encapsulating suns.

Such eternal ravages reveal my weakened heart.

Oh my Endora Nephalim,
Desire entertained such desire,
Until dread enemies invaded our world, 
And stood laughing.

Our vows exterminated we watched others lie across universes.

But my love was always yours my heart,
Beautiful, exciting....

Why isn't this heaven?

Madness it seems, such over under love.

Yet our universe remains still,
From beneath ruins and over monuments,
Crying and touching.

Isadora,
I saw you in the snowstorm and you swallowed my mind.

Wednesday 2 May 2012

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.

Tuesday 1 May 2012

Nemo Malus Felix


They said Nemo Malus Felix, 
And I swear to God it's true.
Especially when I think of
All those things
You made me do.


I can't sleep for more than an hour,
Before the nightmares start.
Before every wicked thing
I've done
Is nailed into my heart.


If only I'd told you I wouldn't,
But my lust had sealed my fate.
I was desperate to feel you inside me.
Strange 
That now I only hate.


I know that I shouldn't have killed her
You were evil to tease me that night
And to laugh as her blood flowed around me
You're a devil,
In that she was right.


I know peace does not visit the guilty mind
Every day is a dantean curse
But to know you still live in the world with me, 
That my love, 
That my love,
Would be worse.

Sunday 29 April 2012

What if...


If pixie dust was outlawed
And the mushroom circles tolled,
If sprites and elves were banished
And the fairies gardens sold.

If unicorns were bridled
And the hidden doorways barred,
If men like you could have your way
What else would you discard?

If banshees all were silenced
And the vampires laid on ice,
If werewolves claws were clipped down
Would you really pay the price?

If all the magics of our land,
Could truly be confined,
If all the mysteries were lost
I'll tell all you'll find,

An empty place inside yourself
With nothing left to give,
So just you think on something else,
And let the wild things live.

Saturday 28 April 2012

Brought To Book

This poem is based on the true story of George Cudmore, an ambitious idiot.

He had a wife and loved her,
Maybe for a year or so,
Until Sarah came a calling,
And poor Grace, she had to go.
Now it's a risky business murder,
Not as easy as you think,
But for Sarah's touch he'll risk it,
For her skin that's soft and pink.
Why she wants him he can't fathom,
Not a handsome man is he,
But she loves him with her body,
So by God he will be free!
Oh rat catcher George,
He knows the score,
With poisons he's the best,
But getting Grace to swallow some,
Will surely be a test.
So he dribbled arsenic in her tea,
It only made her ill,
When she cried in pain,
To his damn shame,
He fed her poisoned pills.
With a burning throat and a raging thirst,
His dying wife fought on,
'til with growing fear and panic
George did call on Sarah Dunn.
Came she shakily to her lovers aid,
Hiding deep her shame and guilt,
To administer more poison,
Hid in roasted fruit and milk.
Grace succumbed at last, but it was clear,
Who had done this dreadful thing,
And soon the pair were locked up tight,
George a-feared they both would swing.
What a yellow toad,
What an evil snake,
Sarah's guilt he did proclaim,
Saying she alone did the curse'd deeds,
He was innocent of blame.
But the truth did out and the judge decreed,
She should live, and he would die,
And 'for a thousand cheering people
Bad old George was hung on high.
But now twists the tale in an eerie way,
After many years passed by,
Bits of George's skin,
Tanned and tidied up,
Caught a keen librarian's eye.
How this came to pass,
We might never know,
But I'd recommend a look;
At the killer who was caught and bound,
And was truly brought to book.

Thursday 26 April 2012

Betrayal


Vermilion,
She smiling said,
Is not the colour I most dread.

And staring down into my eyes,
She smiled a killers smile.

'Far worse than that
Is ruby red,
That shade I really do despise.'

Oh how I wept,
My life betrayed,
As sunlight sparkled off her blade.

And staring up into her eyes,
I knew my time was done.

Betrayed, in red,
And leaking death,
I paid in full for all my lies.

Wednesday 25 April 2012

Missing the Point of Love


'Returned unopened,'
They'd writ it on her grave,
Respect,
 From those she'd tried to save.

Poor woman, held in such regard,
Was nonetheless so cold and hard,
She never took a soul to love.
Nor shared her heart, or part thereof.

’twas not an unkind sentiment,
The words were grave and truly meant.
She'd served the church and died alone,
A well respected lost, old crone.

And so, they'd thought, he ought to know,
To just what lengths she'd had to go
To earn his love, within his church,
(For that was how she'd measured worth)

Believing that her Lord approved,
She'd had her joyfulness removed,
And wore her duty like a gun,
To keep her safe from everyone.

A virgin, pure in soul was she,
Alone in death, aged ninety three.
And now returned to whence she came,
'Returned unopened' 
Is all that remains.

Tuesday 24 April 2012

After Work


I saw you,
When you thought that everybody else had gone.
I watched you,
What you did there, when you thought you were alone,
I took a chance,
But really wish I hadn't stayed behind,
Now I want to poke my minds eye out,
I want it to be blind.

I'm having trouble processing the awful things I've seen,
I don't know how I managed not to scream and scream and scream!
I think I knew that if you found me,
That would be the end,
But now I don't know how I can pretend to be your friend.

I can't pretend that I didn't know just what you like to do,
To both yourself and others,
When the working day is through.
Now every time you speak to me,
I'm terrified you'll ask,
But I'm never, ever, staying late with you,
And that's a fact!

Sunday 22 April 2012

Revenge is in a dish..


I'm sorry Chef, you're under arrest,
It's hard I know, but for the best.
Don't worry though, we've got him too,
He'll not be coming after you.

Don't say you didn't do it,
Please don't claim it isn't so,
You were caught on hidden camera
And you really have to go.

You were fiddling with his starters,
You were spitting in his soup,
What you did to his spaghetti
Made the Health Inspector puke.

Really! Just what were you thinking,
When you dropped that in the pan,
Did you think we wouldn't noticed
What you rubbed over the ham?

Not that anyone here blames you,
Now we've found out what he'd done,
But we really can't ignore the fact,
You nearly killed his son.

Yes, 
Perhaps the arsenic in the cream 
Was not a good idea!
Next time, 
Better check who's eating what, 
Before you interfere.

Friday 20 April 2012

We're Special


I know what you're thinking
And I just don't care
'cause left handed people everywhere
I didn't believe it
I thought we were few,
Well,
That goes to show you how little I knew!

Statistics will tell you we lefties are scarce
But left handed people are everywhere!
We're pretty discrete, 
Well...
That's, not, quite, true.
So watch out for lefties,
'cause we're watching you.
Yes righties, be careful, be vigilant, beware;
Us sinister people are everywhere.....

Tuesday 17 April 2012

Desire in blood


She smiled at me
Through the candyfloss flavoured air,
And shaped a word
I could not understand.

I backed away,
Melting under her gaze,
Afraid to look away,
Afraid she might touch me,
Afraid of myself.

But
Quaking in my skin,
My own flesh betrayed me
Singing out a siren song
Of scent and heat.
Her nostils flared.
She knew it.
My weakness, my wanting.

That was then.

Shards of my sanity still remain,
Stabbing between her teeth and my skin.
My blood,
Such a small thing to give.

I drift, eyes closed.
Her hands on my skin,
All I can feel,
All I can feel,
All I can feel,
All I can.....



Feel.

Friday 13 April 2012

Can a Bullfrog Fly?

A Naked Girl,
A carvan,

A snake with just one eye,
An armful of rare orchids..
Tell me
Can a bullfrog fly?

A precious gem, a hurricane,
A cat that holds a tune,
I have another question now,
What time of day is June?

A lion with a jackdaw,
There's a boxer with a lamb,
And a jar of small catastrophies,
That tells me who I am.

A harlequin, a swimming pool,
A sun that never dies,
It's raining in my tea cup,
Tell me,
Can a bullfrog fly?

Saturday 7 April 2012

Woolly Mammoth

I want to get me a woolly mammoth,
I'll keep him in the park,
But only when the sun is out,
I'll bring him home
When it gets dark.

Friday 6 April 2012

Leave it alone!


If pixie dust was outlawed
And the mushroom circles tolled,
If garden gnomes were banished
And the fairies gardens sold,
If unicorns were bridled
And the hidden doorways barred,

If men like you could have your way
What else would you discard?

If banshees all were silenced
And the vampires laid on ice,
If werewolves claws were clipped down,
Would you really pay the price?

If all the magics of our land,
Could truly be confined,
If all the mysteries were lost
I'll tell all you'll find,

An empty place inside yourself
With nothing left to give,
So just you think on something else,
And let the wild things live.

Wednesday 4 April 2012

Being Brave


I want to do something that's brilliant,
That's splendid and marvellous and brave.
I want to be more than the sum of my parts,
Is there someone out there I can save?

Sunday 1 April 2012

Barmy Betty's Back

'Do you know Barmy Betty?'
The orange parrot said
'She dreamt that you were coming
Now she's standing on her head.'

'Her eyebrows were on fire
And her strength was fading fast.
Now upside down the fire's out,
The danger moments passed.

'I don't know Barmy Betty!'
Said the woman to the bird
I'm here for Crazy Sadie,
So please, don't be so absurd!'

Saturday 31 March 2012

Loose Words

I opened my mouth and a foot fell out.
Again,
 I hadn't looked before I spoke.
If I'd been a car
You would have wrecked me,
Over a cliff perhaps, so you could watch.


Would I have eaten my own words as I fell?


I opened my mouth and a foot fell out.
I wish you'd used one on me,
Before I could speak,
Before I could....Well you know.


If I open my eyes now, will you have gone??

Thursday 29 March 2012

A day at the Office


She awoke this morning,
feather headed and sandy eyed,
to struggle from sleeps gentle arms and contemplate the day ahead.
Time rings his strident bell,
and forced into the shower she washes a body
that does not quite belong to her.
The pleasant vacuum of early morning emptiness fills her head,
trying to decide upon the garments of the day.
What a task!
Damp feet padding across the carpet,
choosing and discarded skirts and shirts along the way,
her ever waking eyes suddenly alight upon a long forgotten dress.
Perfect.
Ten minutes pillaging through drawers finally produces
an unladdered pair of black stockings.
Matching underwear costs her five minutes,
a pair of patent leather shoes ten minutes more.
Garments donned,
hair washed and brushed,
lips glossed,
at last she smiles.
A trail of debris follows her to the door,
her swirling coat the last to leave the house.
Tall, straight and immaculately dressed she walks...
Ready for another day at the office.

Saturday 24 March 2012

Lies

Don't lie to me and tell me
That you're just the same as me.
I really don't appreciate
Your stinking fantasy.
I know we're not that different,
What with breathing air 'n all,
But there's nothing else
We have in common,
'Baby',
Not at all.
Your soothing words
Were razor tipped
With purple enmity,
So shove this
Where it hurts most
'Babe',
You're not the same as me.



Friday 23 March 2012

That's all.
Just.
No.
Sorry, what was the question?

Tuesday 20 March 2012

Succubus returns


Come tip toe through my petalled mind
And show me how you'll please,
I'll raise a thought that seeds a storm
And brings a planet to its knees

Now dream your dreamscape, write it large,
And drive the lights away,
Undo the stays that hold the world
And bring my succubus to play

Your strength I take though lips and lust
Your cries all petered out,
Now all you are is mine to hold
Your soul, a dying shout.

You tiptoed through my seeping mind
And that was your mistake,
For all your love was mine to steal
And what I want, I take

Sunday 18 March 2012

Saturday Shoot

What a brilliant way to spend a Saturday afternoon!

Thanks to the lovely, and far too talented Jill Adams to whom photography is but one sting to her bow,


and the super stylist and dancer Ruby Adams, otherwise known as



I took part in my first photo shoot for about 10 years!

And miracles were worked.

I've attached a couple of the results below.





I can't wait for the next one.

THANK YOU LADIES!!!

Friday 16 March 2012

Friday

Friday has come......
AT LAST!
It's a good job we've got the week
In between,
Otherwise we'd spend far too much time
On Friday's,
And not enough time
Looking forward to them.
Oh, for a week full of Fridays!



Sunday 11 March 2012

Sing


Sing a song of summer sounds,
To
Bring a heart of stone around,
Then
Take your soul inside the song,
And
Harmonise 'til 's reason's gone.

Friday 9 March 2012

Repeat

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,
For anything you shouldn't do
Is sure to turn out good.

Thursday 8 March 2012

Sometimes


Sometimes she got so
Very
FULL
Of things
Once more
Unsaid,
She feared the words
Would force themselves
Out of her skin,
Tearing a place
In the ether
With razor tipped
Fingers.

Because sometimes
There was just
NO WAY
Of saying what should
Be said.

Not without....... more.

But why did it burn so much,
That,
That,
Feeling,
That what was really meant was....
How
Dare she
Take the lid of her box.
Hmm.
Well guess what?
The lid was off,
And now,
Well now..

THERE ISN'T A BIG ENOUGH BOX.

Wednesday 7 March 2012

Switch

Laugh, and it leaves the light on,
Cry, and it fades away,
Don't just take my word for it,
Try and you will see.

Never the answer you quite expect,
The brightness comes and goes,
Laugh and it leaves the light on,
Cry and you'll feel the cold.

Tuesday 6 March 2012

Chop Chop


Don't......

Chop. Chop.

He can't see me can he?

No. No. Nonononononno. 

Why has it......

Door. 
Hide.

Small, smaller.

 Not small enough.

Stop please stop please stop. 

I won't tell.

Please.

I. (breathe, breathe)

Won't. (breathe, breathe)

Tell. (breathe)

Don't smile at me like that.

Chop.  

Chop. Chop.

Monday 5 March 2012

Today

Today has been the kind of day that if swearing hadn't already existed I would have invented it.

Rock n Roll.

Sunday 4 March 2012

No More..


I'm pretty good at being me,
I think the thoughts I've always done,
But nowadays those thoughts are stale,
And days are rarely fun of fun.

Now circular thoughts that
Will. Not. Quit.
Take over more and more,
And analysing 'ifs' and 'maybes'
Drives me to the floor.

I've found the straw I've heard about,
(The camel has long gone)
Now desperation's punching me,
It's time to learn a different song.

No more for me, 
The paths I know,
It's time to draw another map,
It's time to work towards my goals,
Escaping from this
'I can't' trap.

I take responsibility,
For all the things I haven't done,
And put them in a box, behind me,
Turning now to face the sun.

And acting, 
Pushing through the fear,
(That maybe I just can't succeed)
Has proved that I was just plain wrong,
And in the process
I am freed.

Friday 2 March 2012

Thursday 1 March 2012

Not me...

Not me,
I didn't do it,
Well,
At least, I didn't know,
Well, no-one else here told me,
What  was what, or so and so.
Anyway,
It wasn't me that said it,
Well, it might have been a bit,
But they told me,
Well, they told me,
That  that  woman
Was
A
Tit.
So,
Don't be moaning in my ear,
Don't be telling me I'm bad,
Not a problem really,
Is it,
I can't see why you're so mad.
And if you think about it,
Well,
The fault was really theirs,
And if you 
Still don't like it,
Go tell someone else
Who cares!
  

Tuesday 28 February 2012

Kitty Kat


Have you seen my,

Kitty Kat,
Kitty Kat,
Kitty,
Kitty Kat,
Kat,
Kit, Kit,
Kitty Kat,
Kitty Kitty Kat.
Ka, Ka, Katty Kit,
Katty Katty
Kat Kat,
Kitty,
Kit,
It,
Kitty Kitty,
Kat Kat.

Have you??

Sunday 26 February 2012

Spring


Outside,
In the crisp bright light,
The birds all stomp for worms,
Their crazy heads a'bobbin'
As they dance.

Purple patches of crocus
Pierce the brown ground,
Hinting of the rainbow blowouts
Soon to come,
When flowers will burst the air
With reds and yellows
And pinks and gold.

The brilliant red tip of a rosebud
Illumiates the barren branches
With a hint of beauty soon to come,
And daffodils glow in the sunlight.

In my garden
Life renews,
Light and hope and promises
Abound,
As joyful spring breathes
A warm breath across the land.
And even from inside,
I breathe it in.

Friday 24 February 2012

Little Voice


'I don't want to be alone any more.'

It was such a little voice,
Lost into the enormous space that was...
 Everything else.

But all over the world,
The same thoughts were spoken,
ARE spoken;
Repeated
By hundreds,
Maybe thousands;
Maybe hundreds of thousands
Of lonely souls,
Over and over,
Filling the skies with their voices.
How is it that we don't hear such a cacophony?
Only sometimes we catch it,
Slithering across a desperate eye,
As dark as sadness.
Don't let them be alone.
Let's listen.

Tuesday 21 February 2012

Mirror, mirror


On the wall,


Who is the scariest,


Of them all?


Who will face the furthest fall?


Saturday 11 February 2012

Home Again

Home again, home again,
Clickity Click,
Back to the cold,
Get those jumpers out,
Quick!!

Friday 3 February 2012

Stormy

The night was shattered,
Trees were battered,
Blinding flashes all that mattered.
Rain came down
With heavy fists,
And splashed and bounced
And drenched and hissed.
And louder than the
Gates of hell
The thunder bellowed,
Roared and yelled.
A stormy night,
A rare delight,
Then came the morning,
Clear sunlight.

Saturday 28 January 2012

Holidays

On Gili Trewangan,
I've lost my sandles,
I don't mind,
It's party time!
The weathers hot,
They've got the lot,
The waters warm and lovely,
The food is
Scrum-dee-bubbly.
Oh dear, 
I think I must away,
And soak my brain
Once more today.
Before the evening 
comes around
To kickin' drinks
And rockin sounds!

Saturday 21 January 2012

A Pain that I'm Used To

I can't get enough of this song.
Well I probably can but I haven't yet.
Turn it up loud.

Wednesday 18 January 2012

Holiday

I've been a bit distracted
In fact it's quite fantastic,
In just a few short days
We're going on holiday.
I think it;s just amazing
In fact I've started raving
And that's before
We've even hit the plane!


Thursday 12 January 2012

I won't do it again!


I say now Chaps, won't you let me in,
I'm not going to do that, 'thing' again.

I've cleaned up my act (with a high powered jet)
And believe me, some bits are still dripping wet.

So I'm asking you nice, with a great big grin,
I say now Chaps, won't you let me back in?

Tuesday 10 January 2012

The Tower by The Green Flare


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.

Monday 9 January 2012

Kindle my Desire

My Kindle came,
I don't know when,
I haven't looked up
Once since then.

:-)  :-)  :-)  :-)

Saturday 7 January 2012

Happy Birthday Addams Family!

I wanted to be Morticia all of my teenage years.
I did pretty well in terms of appearance.
Sadly, a life of indulgent gothic delight eluded me.
Still, happy, happy days watching this series.


Thursday 5 January 2012

Resolution

I resolve to temper every minute I spend watching or listening to the news by spending at least 2 minutes either listening to loud music, eating food, having sex (might need more than 2 minutes for this one!), telling rubbish jokes, dancing, singing, running around naked, speaking to a friend or even going out in the fresh air. 
Never again will I let them make me believe that the world is as horrible as they make out.
I'll be the one in charge of my version of reality thank you.
Jog on!



Tuesday 3 January 2012

2012

Erm,
 2012 can I have a word,
I think you've missed the point,
YOUR SUPPOSED TO BE A BETTER YEAR,
What 2011 wasn't.

You're going to have to start again
If change don't happen quick,
So sort the weather out quick sharp
And where's my winning ticket?!!