I love these days
when it’s raining outside
and I can just hide
where it’s cosy inside
I lie in bed
got nott’n to do
I may have some cake
with a cup of brew
I love these days
Home
On a swing
up
and down
your mood is
on a swing
from
high
to low
you do your thing
you fly
in the sky
whilst I
stand by
patiently
waiting
I do not know
why
Santa Clause
believe in me
and be good
it’s in my clause
it’s understood
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Shower curtain
drawn
to divide
naked from air
all is steamed up
and I am just bare
Eau de toilet
your wear a peculiar fragrance
it’s a particular scent I smell
I wonder if it is faeces
or if it is Chanel
Smitten with her kitten
she is smitten with her kitten
she don’t mind the scratches on her sofa
and that she’s been gently bitten
Estate
the difference between living
in or on estate
could be £5 million
in an estate
one has the feeling
one has the whole place to oneself
whilst on an estate
we know,
and (un)willingly accept,
we all live in one house…
Straight from the horse’s mouth
I need a stable home
said the dark horse,
one where I can stand up
for myself,
get grounded
and not be stalled…
Potatoes she peeled: a poem for my nanna
where to begin
maybe with the small cracks
in her skin
every afternoon
and again soon
she sat down
in a kitchen
basket on her lap
whilst you heard
the water
dripping from the tap
she peeled potatoes
part of her daily chores
that earthy fragrance
ingrained in her pores
taking out the pits
with a tiny knife
the homely joys
she thought
of her daily life
Picket fence
white picket fence
wide picket fence
why picket fence
die picket fence,
no off fence
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Mother of fact
as a mother of fact
she kept
all her offspring
intact
she fed them
she bathed them
and kept them
in line
they all went
and crossed it
but we think
she’ll be fine
Manoir de mes rêves
all in place
my cozy space
filled with things
the sun
and the dust it brings
eventually settling
like me
to some degree
I plot on
so it seems
in my tiny haven
the house
of my dreams
Mother
conceive me
carry me
hold me
feed me
need me
raise me
appraise me
stroke me
pet me
affect me
trust me
support me
believe me
perceive me
slap me
confuse me
reject me
eject me
neglect me
excuse me
leave me
be…
New Year’s resolution
New Year’s
resolution,
mere guilt
intrusion
every year
the same
conclusion
Continues drizzle
gently
steadily
drip drip drip…
I may
just have
another kip
Socks 🧦
always missing
always lost,
always missing
always lost
The light is always on
the light
is always on
in the house
across the street
every night
till late
at night
the light
is always on
when I turn mine off
late at night…
I may crawl back into bed
you have passed
you are gone
now that you are dead
there is nothing left
for me but emptiness
I may crawl back into bed
Morning phlegm
gooey
sticky
chunky
coughed up
slimy
blobs
of green
swallowed
breakfast
starter
yummy
protein
for my
tummy
Slug trail
the mark
the trail
the path
it took
to stain
my glass
with slime
Sublime!
Sunday morning
early on a sunday morning
w hen everything is dead
I hear the church bells ringing
lying in my bed
alone and lonely
lonely for you
I am by myself
but my heart is here with you
The sun makes dust dance
it does…
I’m always tired
I’m always tired
and that wears me out…
Little one
little one
on her arm
her nana
meant no harm
when she dropped her
on the floor
when granddad
opened the door
little one
broken in two
nana clueless
what to do
granddad said
I’ll fix her up
I’ll just get
some super glue
Screen door
aluminium and mesh
held by squeaky hinges
welcomes
a gentle entry
of air
frequently fresh
oft carried
by a soft summer’s breeze
passing from porch to pantry
keeping bugs at bay
backing the back
and the front door
all seasons
night and day
More flies
more flies
fly in
than they do out
they must like head butting windows
what’s that
all about?
The cozy sound of my radiator
air
water
trapped
untapped
mixing
movin’
slowly
groovin’
the cozy sound
of my radiator
I’ll stay in bed
to snooze some more
and get up
perhaps
a little later
Mine own towels
cleanse
thy anus well
aft’r thee
emptied thy bowels
thee can useth
mine showeth’r
but don’t foul
mine own towels
Ramble
ramble
ramble
ramble on
my dear
I shut my eyes
I do
listen
to hear
you
ramble
ramble
ramble on
my (d)ear
Iron heart
now that I left
I regret the theft
of your loving heart
ripping it out
tearing it apart
leaving it wrinkled
in crumpled pieces
I’ve brought you my iron
to remove all
the creases
The key
the key
is to open
the doors
that are
shut
or to
shut
the doors
that are
open
that is
the key…
The mirror of my pond
on this late
summer’s
dusk
I
peacefully
gaze and stare
at
the magical flow
of tiny waves
dancing
trancing
on the ceiling
of my bedroom
as the sun
reflects
a precious
tranquil diversion
bright dazzling light
of which I’m fond
the mirror of my pond
Carpet Diem
new house
new day
on the floor
black carpet lay
it has
my constant focus
and I wish I would have gone
with grey
In retrospect
in retrospect
vintage demands
new respect
to that effect
old is the new
we can’t reject
Eyecatcher
stuck out
from an old brick wall
it was waiting
for me
to trip and fall
catching
my eye
innocently so
it didn’t mean
to pry
or to let me
go
As she lays besides me
breathing
snoring
sometimes
a tad boring
she lays beside me
as I wait
impatiently
for her to wake
and open her
beautiful brown eyes
before we kiss
and sadly say
our usual goodbyes…
Old knot
old knot
tied up
lays
to rest
rusty
in the gutter
of an abandoned roof
tried its best
to serve
an antenna
at the end
of a cable
keeping
the signal
strong
steady
and stable
Life and death of a coffee bean
grown up
grounded
grinded
mixed
ended
blended
burned
flavour
returned
Empty pillow
without my love
I put my hand on
touch it gently
if she were here
not miles away
the memory vivid
of her presence
near me
breathing
eyes shut
I feel her
empty pillow
Sloppy chow
wet
greasy
sloppy
chow
I
wonder
why
and
how
you think it’s great
but I feel sick
and have to throw up
now
Ponderings of an asexual antagonist
the smell
the gunk
the wet
the spunk,
the frequent dread
in bed…
I may prefer
you fully garbed
and celibate
instead
OCD
the grime
you see
is invisible
to me
Overflowing pond
slow
water rising
all is flooding
aqua everywhere
grass drowning
gasping for air
I’m not too fond
of my overflowing pond
Empty cup
oh coffee cup
oh coffee cup
you stare at me
with your
bottom bare
I shall refill you
with more
lucious brown
and boost my buds
with flair
Tape deck
sometimes you
made me happy
sometimes you
made me cry
reminding me
of carefree days
before you said
goodbye…
Brittle
I cherish
your fragility
it’s frailness
that I see
little
you are baby
brittle
you may be
Steam rising
subtle
stringy
strands
of
caffeine
clouds
caress
the
immediate
ideal
interaction
between
tongue and cheek
tantalizing
treasure
whilst
softly
silently
sipping
steam rising
Friend or foe
friend or foe –
everyone loves…
a cup
of Joe
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The clock
you move forward
and offer me light
but at the end of the day
you shorten my night
Cooking neighbours
the familiar smell
I know it all too well
the daily spell
of garlic
and beef
every day
at 6
good grief
all around
the clinking sound
of pots
n pans
the roaring noise
of kitchen fans
my cooking neighbors
not my choice…
Think of others
think of others
before they
think of you…
they may
do the same
when they find the clue
Empty shelves
none
is left
but angst
and greed
we’ve
only got
you dread
to feed
none
is right
but we’ll
survive
and
resume
consume
in overdrive
Transparent
mother
became father
and father
mother
their gender
interchangeably
apparent
they are now transparent
My blue cloth
wiping away
the grime and dust
on you I can depend
I’d be lost without ya
my blue cloth
my microfibred friend…
Cuppachino
luscious liquid
hot and brown
confined in china
I drink it down
picked up by ear
frothed with milk
I swallow it slowly
smooth as silk
Cactus
I want to hug you
at the end of the day
but your prickly spikes
keep me at bay…
Dear Joe
dear Joe
I adore you so
you keep me warm
you make me glow
you comfort me
I hold you tight
I caress you dear
my flat white
Naybores
shutting doors
running taps
every day
the same
relapse
Empty coat
empty,
still and lonely,
I see her coat
just hanging there
I miss her
in it striding
posing elegance
with flair
Fire alarm
oh fire alarm
you’re such a charm
waking me early
you stupid thing
with your noise
your piercing ring
oh fire alarm
you cause me harm
loud and false
no smoke no fire
off on a hunch
you blatant liar
Shower
it gives me words
it gives me freedom
it sets me free
it gives me power
On the eve
one the eve
of 2020
we leave a decade
full of plenty…
we shall drink
a little bubble
to years of fun
and heaps more rubble
Faulty family
tortured dna
bonded by blood
inherited ways
dragged all through the mud
forced friendliness
at mandatory calls
awkward silences
before the usual brawls
make due with mom
put up with dad
stuck with years of nuisance
life ain’t all that bad
family
not chosen
spontaneity
all frozen
My fridge
my fridge
is cool
but
my freezer
is even cooler
Coffee for tea
say I do think
I’d rather have
coffee for tea
as I’m not
awfully
peckish you see
Chris Isaak- Wicked Game – music for a lazy Sunday
Your heart is my home 🏠
your heart
is my home,
snug
and cozy;
I may
wander ‘round
and have
a nosey
Will u stop
will u stop
you stupid clock
passing time
on ticking rhyme
will you stop
passing the hour
and all the minutes
you devour
will you stop
The hand of nana
ventured into the deep
descending into time
memories of her funny ways
belonging to bygone days
you held the hand of nana
who understood
and always knew
she would
Black carpet
every
tiny speck
of dust
I see
even after
I vacuumed
two times
or 3…
Inlaws
his inlaws were outlaws
he tried to fit in
but them folk
had more flaws
them degenerate kin
April was nice
yet her parents were rough
her dad was a rowdy
and her momma
looked tough
her name was May-June
and her daddy’s was Red
they were always swearin
he wished
they was dead
so one night in November
the fun begun
when Hank uttered oops
after he triggered
his gun…
Skanky desk
oh skanky desk
oh skanky desk
you look so vile
thou art
grotesque
Breathing curtains
slowly they move
dancing to breeze
created by draft
they jive with such ease
this old pair of curves
hung to disclose
still got the moves
and elegant pose
Duvet cover
how will I ever recover
from battling
with my duvet cover
unwillingly resistant
it chooses it’s own path
willfully persistent
spurring endless wrath
mayhem and dismay
I may leave it
for another day
Every cloud
every cloud
has a silver lining
and a dark shadow
when you start whining
Itchy label
aggravated
I try to scratch
my back
but I’m unable
to stop
the provoking tickle
of that bloody
itchy label
Decaf
torn from bean
removed unseen
they call you decaf
exit caffeine
unnerved
unstressed
I keep my calm
with you I’m blessed
Drawn by light
drawn
to the darkness of night
it was redirected
by first light
and the fading moon
sketching
a pretty picture
the mixture
of faded shadows
and songs
of morning sparrows
alive
this live blinding spectacle
recurring
with precious innocence
awoke
on a spring dawn
rising
on shores
of hopeful new starts
passing slowly
as it departs…
The dying bulb
the lamp fades
wires broken
a bare lit token
awoken
by stuttering
spasmodic convulsions
darkness creeps in
upon the still of the night
when the dying bulb
slowly kills
the sizzling
flickering light
Particles of dust
particles of dust
carried by air
twinkling
in the light
give me
inspiration
when I aim
to write
Distant sirens
faded in the dark night
sound swept by wind
on and off
the sirens
dissolve into the distance
whilst the unlucky ones
lie in wait
afraid
dreading it’s approach
afore
the bitter
broken
end
Try the mirror
struggle not
cease the chase
look for love
in a different place
Excremental morning
look up
watch out
a falling turd
shat on
by a shitting bird
your black dress
stained
by flying poo
what are you
going to do
Lost
I lost
myself
in you
and I’m glad
that you
know
when
and where
to find me
lost
Hank the horder
Hank the horder
lived near the border
where he collected stuff
in no particular order
papers and stamps
carpets and lamps
gathering stash
even from trash
his wife Lulu
had nowhere to sit
she had OCD
and enough of it
Hank begged her to stay
yet she left anyway
when he started to gather
her excrements that day
Plaster
I want
to be
your plaster
to heal
your broken skin
but you keep bleeding
cause you drank
too much
I think
5 bottles of gin?
Faltering Fanny
when she sits
down
on her crown
she don’t know
what to do
pee
pant
or poo
she hasn’t got
a clue
Detox diet
diet
diet
do it quiet
get your green tea
go out and buy it
detox
detox
my dear Judy
drink your heart out
but don’t be moody
Curvy hips
I gaze
upon
your precious beauty
from early morn
till night
when
I bump
into
your curvy hips
I feel moments
of delight
Debate
I’m afraid to debate
when thou art in a state
a state of control
when matters matter
am I to be still
whilst thee persists
with thy
continues chatter
Midwife crisis
she saw his eyes
blinking in her womb
and said:
please come out,
no strings attached
you tiny sprout
but Feetus whispered:
I’ll stay put
and linger
for a while
before I shall embark
on this lengthy earthly trial
Bloody babies
babies
bloody babies
screaming
anywhere I am
pushed around
by pregnant mummies
in a bloody
bleeding pram
Kids in da hood
Yes!
No!
Don’t!
Stop it!
Mummy!
You dummy!
Leave me alone!
Mums on the phone!
YOU smell!
I will tell!
this is my hood
welcome to hell….
24/7
every day without you
is like a week of pain
every week not with you
is a month again
every minute with you
is like heaven
every second counts
24/7
Nigella
your luscious food
must taste so good
your show I love
to watch;
you bring it on
with spunk and verve
and savory curves
to match…
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Wake up call
inhale
exhale
breath slow
and deep
as I see her respire
I admire
the adorable
endearing and sweet
snoring girl
whilst I lay beside her
she pulls the covers
by tossing
and turning
until I shiver
and whisper:
I love you Beth
but Christ I’m freezing
to death
On a swing
up
and down
your mood is
on a swing
you do your thing
from
high
to low
you fly
in the sky
whilst I
stand by
patiently
to catch you
when you fall
Fern frost
white
frosty
flowers
on my windows
shapes of
icy crystal art
I gaze at
it’s creative
drawings
which look
so cool
and smart
Ouch
after you
my dear
when tickling me
to try
and make me
laugh,
I cut myself
licking
my brand new
knife
and split
my tongue
in half
I don’t want to miss you anymore
I don’t want to miss you anymore
you at the other shore
much too far
the distance by car
I don’t want to miss you anymore
it gnaws on my inner core
much too hard
living so far apart
I don’t want to miss you anymore
as we done it all before
much too often
the blow don’t soften
Bloody Windows
bloody Windows
is not for me
blue screen
of death
is all
I see
not to keen
on bloody Windows
never
been
could throw it
in the river
but the fish
may bloody quiver
looking at Windows
beats me
gets me
down
this bloody
OS clown
I drink
I drink
to think
and
share
a link
of thoughts
in snippets
I found
in my brain
or soul
puzzled
I make it
whole
Witty Words 