Due to popular demand (!) A Matter of Perspective has been updated.
Poetry, prose, observations and interesting things from a Hampshire based lady. Humorous, serious, frivolous, frighting and thought provoking words. All comers welcome!
Monday, 4 July 2011
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......
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.
Saturday, 25 June 2011
AMOP updated
A Matter of Perspective has been updated
Tuesday, 21 June 2011
Fruity
She had the skin of a raisin,
And the body
Of a peardrop.
She should have given them back.
And the body
Of a peardrop.
She should have given them back.
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