Coffee shop
She sits with a man
He is pleased she is there
She smiles and chats, using her hands to explain
He is pleased she is there
She looks at his laptop and giggles
He is pleased she is there
She takes photos to encapsulate that day
He is pleased she is there
Its easy to be pleased
Maybe harder to be discontented
Her big eyes look at him
As she talks and gesticulates
She does a little dance to the music in the café
He is pleased she is there
Monday, 28 February 2011
Poem 26- Girlfriend- a poem written last year for a friend who's fella had found a new chicky to mess around with
Girlfriend
So, you’ve got a girlfriend, what do I care?
So, there’s a lady for whom you are the gentleman, what’s it to me?
So, she receives your praise and attention, she also gets your moods and your stupidity
And so what?
So, I invested my time and energy, and what fun Ill have using it now for myself
So, you provided me with inane childish diversions sometimes, ill find someone who will talk of Sartre and Aristotle
So, your clammy hand would grasp mine sometimes in the street, I’ve just painted my nails a bright and sexy red colour and if we were to hold hands they may smudge
But what now?
What if I want inane, moody stupidity and a clammy hand to hold mine?
For now, I’ll just go out with a short skirt on, do some shots of tequila until you break up or I find someone new
So, you’ve got a girlfriend, what do I care?
So, there’s a lady for whom you are the gentleman, what’s it to me?
So, she receives your praise and attention, she also gets your moods and your stupidity
And so what?
So, I invested my time and energy, and what fun Ill have using it now for myself
So, you provided me with inane childish diversions sometimes, ill find someone who will talk of Sartre and Aristotle
So, your clammy hand would grasp mine sometimes in the street, I’ve just painted my nails a bright and sexy red colour and if we were to hold hands they may smudge
But what now?
What if I want inane, moody stupidity and a clammy hand to hold mine?
For now, I’ll just go out with a short skirt on, do some shots of tequila until you break up or I find someone new
Friday, 25 February 2011
Poem 25- Postmark- a poem about a charming true story of life long love
Postmark
When we met I thought you were silly
Younger than me
The boy from my school who pestered me on my way home
When we passed in the halls I thought nothing of you
And the way you looked at me
When we entered the hall that night at the wedding
And you were there I thought, there’s a familiar face
Of a boy I don’t know
Then you asked me to dance and then the facts about you
And me changed, and our lives became linked
And through letters, stamp after stamp,
We made a family and a life
With which we could be satisfied
Comfortable, pleased with what we had achieved
A legacy made from a terpsichorean moment and some words scrawled
On a page
When we met I thought you were silly
Younger than me
The boy from my school who pestered me on my way home
When we passed in the halls I thought nothing of you
And the way you looked at me
When we entered the hall that night at the wedding
And you were there I thought, there’s a familiar face
Of a boy I don’t know
Then you asked me to dance and then the facts about you
And me changed, and our lives became linked
And through letters, stamp after stamp,
We made a family and a life
With which we could be satisfied
Comfortable, pleased with what we had achieved
A legacy made from a terpsichorean moment and some words scrawled
On a page
Poem 24- Content Ever After- A poem inspired by a conversation with a very wise and deep gentleman
Content Ever After
They told us we’d be happy
But were not
They told us it’d be easy
But it’s hard
They told us love would keep us together
But maybe it’s not enough
So lets embark on the pursuit of happiness together
And if we make a pit stop at content
I think I’ll be happy with that
They told us we’d be happy
But were not
They told us it’d be easy
But it’s hard
They told us love would keep us together
But maybe it’s not enough
So lets embark on the pursuit of happiness together
And if we make a pit stop at content
I think I’ll be happy with that
Poem 23- Affection Injection
Affection Injection
When I feel a great need
You arrive at great speed
To provide attention so sorely missed
To my body unhugged my lips unkissed
When I feel a great need
You arrive at great speed
To provide attention so sorely missed
To my body unhugged my lips unkissed
Thursday, 24 February 2011
Poem 22- A sunny spot
A sunny spot
This afternoon I found a sunny spot on the floor outside
After heading to Blackwell’s (a bookshop)
To find some more poems to read and learn from
After a romantic liaison two years ago with
The Poems of Wendy Cope ( a poet)
I took a foray in the brain and loves of
Carol Ann Duffy ( another poet) as I sat with the sun ebbing away
As I devoured the pages this buffet ( a place to get an array of food)
Of metaphors and imagery
And through these poems I found more than
Inspiration
I found an emotional reaction to
Lines on a page
Words all in lines
Letters in to words
And I found a longing to achieve this same incredible feat
I sat in my sunny spot not noticing the hours
This afternoon I found a sunny spot on the floor outside
After heading to Blackwell’s (a bookshop)
To find some more poems to read and learn from
After a romantic liaison two years ago with
The Poems of Wendy Cope ( a poet)
I took a foray in the brain and loves of
Carol Ann Duffy ( another poet) as I sat with the sun ebbing away
As I devoured the pages this buffet ( a place to get an array of food)
Of metaphors and imagery
And through these poems I found more than
Inspiration
I found an emotional reaction to
Lines on a page
Words all in lines
Letters in to words
And I found a longing to achieve this same incredible feat
I sat in my sunny spot not noticing the hours
Poem 21 - James Bond
James Bond
Last night I had a dream
I was on a quest
A long and arduous quest
With no end as my alarm
Woke me from my impassioned journey
Just as Daniel Craig arrived to right the wrongs
To tie the loose threads of the mystery
To find what needed to be found
To carry me in to the sunset
Next time maybe, it will be Pierce Brosnan or Sean Connery
Dare to dream …
Last night I had a dream
I was on a quest
A long and arduous quest
With no end as my alarm
Woke me from my impassioned journey
Just as Daniel Craig arrived to right the wrongs
To tie the loose threads of the mystery
To find what needed to be found
To carry me in to the sunset
Next time maybe, it will be Pierce Brosnan or Sean Connery
Dare to dream …
Poem 20- Hidden Glances
Hidden Glances
I was sitting on the floor, out of sight
Not hidden, not hiding
But out of the corner of my eye
I saw her
Tall, stocky, short blonde
Hair- Princess Diana-esque
“This isn’t the way to the train
Station “ she said
You laughed
And then walked together
Away
And I accidentally watched your conversation
Sound on mute
As I sat out of sight
Not hidden, but hiding
I was sitting on the floor, out of sight
Not hidden, not hiding
But out of the corner of my eye
I saw her
Tall, stocky, short blonde
Hair- Princess Diana-esque
“This isn’t the way to the train
Station “ she said
You laughed
And then walked together
Away
And I accidentally watched your conversation
Sound on mute
As I sat out of sight
Not hidden, but hiding
Wednesday, 23 February 2011
Poem 19- Laughter
Laughter
My housemate suggested I wrote poem about laughter
What a sweet little poppet she is
She said giggles and chortles would be excellent fodder
For a cheeky little poem
To provide a diversion to the frowns and miserable faces
So laughter is the topic, laughter is the cure
Laughter is the oldest bliss the only thing that's pure
Laughter is delightful when shared with all of us
Laughter is surprising when you remember something on the bus
Laughter is my favorite thing at any time of day
Late at night, in a DMC or when the weather's gray
So if you need a pick me up, why not come over for a chat
We can talk of times past until our sides hurt and we have to lie flat
My housemate suggested I wrote poem about laughter
What a sweet little poppet she is
She said giggles and chortles would be excellent fodder
For a cheeky little poem
To provide a diversion to the frowns and miserable faces
So laughter is the topic, laughter is the cure
Laughter is the oldest bliss the only thing that's pure
Laughter is delightful when shared with all of us
Laughter is surprising when you remember something on the bus
Laughter is my favorite thing at any time of day
Late at night, in a DMC or when the weather's gray
So if you need a pick me up, why not come over for a chat
We can talk of times past until our sides hurt and we have to lie flat
Poem 18- Expectations
Expectations
When you tell me I have beautiful eyes or that I look sexy in your clothes
No opinions will I form
No rules will I set
And if respect is too much to expect then I’ll stop
Expecting too much
When you look shocked that I wont
Make love to you
Even though you thought
I portray a sexualized image
And we met only an hour ago in the street
And I explain
No trust do I have
No love do I feel
No wars will I wage on your account
You will still be shocked
You fall short of my non-existent expectations
When you tell me I have beautiful eyes or that I look sexy in your clothes
No opinions will I form
No rules will I set
And if respect is too much to expect then I’ll stop
Expecting too much
When you look shocked that I wont
Make love to you
Even though you thought
I portray a sexualized image
And we met only an hour ago in the street
And I explain
No trust do I have
No love do I feel
No wars will I wage on your account
You will still be shocked
You fall short of my non-existent expectations
Tuesday, 22 February 2011
Poem 17- You are my repertoire
You are my repertoire
We talked of love and life, we laughed, ate pizza
We smiled, we cried, we acted out the roles we thought we were meant to play
We ran head first in to the unknown, the experience I had had did nothing to prepare me
We accepted and changed in unison, we provided what each lacked
We knew each other so wholly I felt no one would ever know us again
You were my all, I was yours and even now I would do all I could to go back and return to that place of us
But we have changed, no longer we, no longer us, but you gave me so much of what I am
And taught me of what I should try to become
We talked of love and life, we laughed, ate pizza
We smiled, we cried, we acted out the roles we thought we were meant to play
We ran head first in to the unknown, the experience I had had did nothing to prepare me
We accepted and changed in unison, we provided what each lacked
We knew each other so wholly I felt no one would ever know us again
You were my all, I was yours and even now I would do all I could to go back and return to that place of us
But we have changed, no longer we, no longer us, but you gave me so much of what I am
And taught me of what I should try to become
Poem 16- This Saved Me
This Saved Me
After it ended , I was sure it was this that brought me back to life,
I was certain it was this that revived me and my senses
At the end it was clear that this was what restored me to my former self
It seems despite what I thought was a fact
In truth it was not this that saved me
But me and those through this moment have transported me to a place of rebirth
The reality lies in the person I have become since and the conversations
And the feelings I have felt since then
I am myself, a new self, a better self despite the chaos and confusion
That this final encounter and its fall out would portray
On to another place that will now be the catalyst for adventure
After it ended , I was sure it was this that brought me back to life,
I was certain it was this that revived me and my senses
At the end it was clear that this was what restored me to my former self
It seems despite what I thought was a fact
In truth it was not this that saved me
But me and those through this moment have transported me to a place of rebirth
The reality lies in the person I have become since and the conversations
And the feelings I have felt since then
I am myself, a new self, a better self despite the chaos and confusion
That this final encounter and its fall out would portray
On to another place that will now be the catalyst for adventure
Monday, 21 February 2011
Poem 15- Literally all your underwear-( a poem for my friend, although to be fair all my poems are atleast a percent or 2 are about MC) only joking just this one !
literally all your underwear
I have a friend, who has decided all my poems are about him.
he says its a joke,but i'm not sure
he is kind and clever and he has exceptional hair
and although hes inspirational, he's not the inspiration
it might be ridiculous to assume hes the cure or the problem
that he was untagged or rearranging the plan without me
he might be a princess or a bus snogger or my mum on her birthday, but hes not
hes just the inspiration of this poem and as is literally all his underwear ( in a purely non sexual way) and he is full on awesome
I have a friend, who has decided all my poems are about him.
he says its a joke,but i'm not sure
he is kind and clever and he has exceptional hair
and although hes inspirational, he's not the inspiration
it might be ridiculous to assume hes the cure or the problem
that he was untagged or rearranging the plan without me
he might be a princess or a bus snogger or my mum on her birthday, but hes not
hes just the inspiration of this poem and as is literally all his underwear ( in a purely non sexual way) and he is full on awesome
Poem 14- You were different ( inspired by a bizarre memory jerker)
You were scary but amazing
you were fun and yet unknown
you arrived in a red rain
you made me feel all grown
you were unlike all those I had met 'til then
from out of the dark you came
a planet with no name
oh what a shame it had to end with your tantrums and my differences
but now all I remember is you were scary, amazing and different.
you were fun and yet unknown
you arrived in a red rain
you made me feel all grown
you were unlike all those I had met 'til then
from out of the dark you came
a planet with no name
oh what a shame it had to end with your tantrums and my differences
but now all I remember is you were scary, amazing and different.
Sunday, 20 February 2011
Poem 13 -I think I'll be a fairy princess
I think I’ll be a fairy princess
I’ll just be one today
I put my wings on pretend to be six
Maybe fly away
I think I’ll be a fairy princess
I’ll just be one for a while
I’ll forget the world outside, see what’s enchanted
That should leave me with a smile
I think I’ll be a fairy princess
Maybe just today
But possibly tomorrow too
It keeps my fears away
I’ll just be one today
I put my wings on pretend to be six
Maybe fly away
I think I’ll be a fairy princess
I’ll just be one for a while
I’ll forget the world outside, see what’s enchanted
That should leave me with a smile
I think I’ll be a fairy princess
Maybe just today
But possibly tomorrow too
It keeps my fears away
Poem 12- If you're meant to be the nice one ( a poem about a recent encounter)
If you’re meant to be the nice one
You said you were nice
You said you thought I was too
We held hands, we kissed in the street
You said you couldn’t wait to be next to me again
And so here I am
Stop waiting
Stop playing it cool
I know were different
But its ok
I know I’m cleverer than you
But if I don’t mind
neither should you
so you don’t quote Rousseau… you just have to be nice
You said you were nice
You said you thought I was too
We held hands, we kissed in the street
You said you couldn’t wait to be next to me again
And so here I am
Stop waiting
Stop playing it cool
I know were different
But its ok
I know I’m cleverer than you
But if I don’t mind
neither should you
so you don’t quote Rousseau… you just have to be nice
Saturday, 19 February 2011
Poem 11- Blow out the candles and make a wish ( a little poem to commemorate the occassion of my mother's birthday)
Blow out the candles and make a wish
“Blow out the candles and make as wish “, they exclaimed as she stood in front of an enormous cake with her name on it.
She looked around at the faces of her friends, the friends she had taken years to select as her best.
She looked to the gentleman in her life, the man who had made her happier than ever before.
She looked at her children, who in their more advanced age had become, friends, companions and opportunities to feel and love more than she could have ever imagined
She thought of her wish, as they could all see, her life had entered its prime
More people now recognized her.
As her face and voice now dominated more hours and they we unseen and silent.
Her great efforts were finally being rewarded as more and more people turned to notice the reputation she had single handedly created.
There had been times when she thought of mistakes and bad choices but now was not one of those, her life had taken many strange routes but it had arrived in this place of new found worth.
And as she looked over the sparkling cake and its even sparklier candles.
She took in a deep breath and wished
In a whisper
“ Could it just stay the same please… at least for a little while?
And could I, maybe, have a little more sleep if poss.
“Blow out the candles and make as wish “, they exclaimed as she stood in front of an enormous cake with her name on it.
She looked around at the faces of her friends, the friends she had taken years to select as her best.
She looked to the gentleman in her life, the man who had made her happier than ever before.
She looked at her children, who in their more advanced age had become, friends, companions and opportunities to feel and love more than she could have ever imagined
She thought of her wish, as they could all see, her life had entered its prime
More people now recognized her.
As her face and voice now dominated more hours and they we unseen and silent.
Her great efforts were finally being rewarded as more and more people turned to notice the reputation she had single handedly created.
There had been times when she thought of mistakes and bad choices but now was not one of those, her life had taken many strange routes but it had arrived in this place of new found worth.
And as she looked over the sparkling cake and its even sparklier candles.
She took in a deep breath and wished
In a whisper
“ Could it just stay the same please… at least for a little while?
And could I, maybe, have a little more sleep if poss.
Poem 10- If you behave like that ... i'll just like you even more
If you behave like that… I’ll just like you even more
When people shout too loud it usually makes me want to shhh them
When people swear too much it makes me feel uncomfortable
When people make intellectual joke I don’t understand it usually fills me with dread that I should have to respond with something as highbrow
But with you, I just want to impress
I just want to entrance you
To convince you that you are interested in me
To show you how special you are
So, even though for years people have told you to be quieter,
To be less out going, talk slower, dumb yourself down,
I’m pleased you didn’t, because those are the reasons I like you
Because you’re different.
Something I knew as you skipped through Regent’s Park, arms filled with flowers, the daffodils I picked with you in mind.
If you behave like that, I’ll just give you more flowers, just give you more kisses, just like you even more.
When people shout too loud it usually makes me want to shhh them
When people swear too much it makes me feel uncomfortable
When people make intellectual joke I don’t understand it usually fills me with dread that I should have to respond with something as highbrow
But with you, I just want to impress
I just want to entrance you
To convince you that you are interested in me
To show you how special you are
So, even though for years people have told you to be quieter,
To be less out going, talk slower, dumb yourself down,
I’m pleased you didn’t, because those are the reasons I like you
Because you’re different.
Something I knew as you skipped through Regent’s Park, arms filled with flowers, the daffodils I picked with you in mind.
If you behave like that, I’ll just give you more flowers, just give you more kisses, just like you even more.
Poem 9- You didn't even ask
You didn’t even ask
So, we made a plan
And I broke it
You expected me to enjoy you
And I didn’t
I think that’s my choice
Your anger and confusion consumes you
You call me
You nearly say something you regret
I am in a world of regret
I wasn’t lucky enough to be able to hold it back
You say you’re keeping to the plan
That your friends will be disappointed if you don’t
But it was my plan and you didn’t even ask me to be a part of it
So, we made a plan
And I broke it
You expected me to enjoy you
And I didn’t
I think that’s my choice
Your anger and confusion consumes you
You call me
You nearly say something you regret
I am in a world of regret
I wasn’t lucky enough to be able to hold it back
You say you’re keeping to the plan
That your friends will be disappointed if you don’t
But it was my plan and you didn’t even ask me to be a part of it
Thursday, 17 February 2011
Poem 8- Inspired by a present I received yesterday
roses are red
eggs have a yolk
i thought it was funny
quite a hilarious joke
roses can be pink and many other colours too
so why are they always type cast as rouge
when their beauty is not limited by their hue...
there are roses i've read
eggs i have yet to crack
life may seem scary
if we're all in pitch black
eggs have a yolk
i thought it was funny
quite a hilarious joke
roses can be pink and many other colours too
so why are they always type cast as rouge
when their beauty is not limited by their hue...
there are roses i've read
eggs i have yet to crack
life may seem scary
if we're all in pitch black
Poem 7- Primus inter Pares
Primus inter pares
I’m in charge
You do what I say
I’m in charge
You follow behind
I’m in charge and in control
Of this situation, this relationship
Oh…
I…
I’m not …
I’m not in charge…
But I thought …
I mean. We said…
Oh I see …
You’re in charge….
I’ll do what you say … and follow behind
I’m in charge
You do what I say
I’m in charge
You follow behind
I’m in charge and in control
Of this situation, this relationship
Oh…
I…
I’m not …
I’m not in charge…
But I thought …
I mean. We said…
Oh I see …
You’re in charge….
I’ll do what you say … and follow behind
Wednesday, 16 February 2011
Poem 6- A life unexamined- as written on the tube this morning
A life unexamined
I thought you were there
I saw you
Your laugh could be heard around the room
As it melded with the
Electro-house-dub step-funk
Blasting from the speakers
You mixed me a drink… I think
Although you were a “maybe attending” and there were
No photos tagged
Tuesday, 15 February 2011
Poem 5- it would be ridiculous to assume ( as requested by the always magical Sasha)
It would be ridiculous to assume
It would be ridiculous to assume I’ll always love you
It would ridiculous to say I’m always right
It would be ridiculous to assume we’ll never argue
It would be ridiculous to say I’ll see you every night
But would it be ridiculous to hope I’ll always want to see you
Hold your hand when I’m scared?
Would it be ridiculous to hope you’ll try and be nice all the time?
And always hope you cared,
That I was sad sometimes,
That I was happy too
That I was lacking also
That I was pleased to pass this life somewhere close to you
But if it is, please say it is before our plans are through
It would be ridiculous to say I’ll fancy you when you’re old
Unless I’m as old as you
It would be ridiculous to say I know that you’re the only one
When there are others that I like too
But if it’s all so ridiculous, if it’s always been a farce
How come I just like being next to you and I hope this feeling lasts?
Monday, 14 February 2011
Poem 4- a day of fun
A day of fun
We have set today aside
For a day of fun
We meet, sadly two hours after we had planned,
And fun begins
Despite its inorganic nature
This day
Fills
Me
With a feeling of lightness
And
A pride in our energy
We set today aside for fun
And
What fun it was
Poem 3- Kissing in the Afternoon is a luxury reserved for those in relationships
Kissing in the Afternoon is a luxury reserved for those in relationships
Kissing in the Afternoon is a luxury reserved for those in relationships the kind of luxury that make you feel special as I sit trying not to regurgitate my lunch while looking at you on the bus.
Is this sudden sickness due to the swerving of the bus down this busy Manchester route or is this the pure and utter jealousy at seeing someone else receive this afternoon treat?
Well it would be if your boyfriend was remotely attractive
Poem 2- a strange coincidence
A strange coincidence
Some would call it coincidence that we ended up here
Some would call it a silly choice that when awry leading to a chance moment of good fortune
But here we are
Some would say it’s fate , but the very notion of fate makes no sense to you or me
Some would say its childhood games even though we’re meant to be adults
But here we are
And what a lovely game it is
Poem 1- The glue that holds us together
The glue that holds us together
I'm broken
You're broken
Let's be broken together
You're broken
Let's be broken together
You'll talk then ill talk
They tell us it will make us better
I'm cold so we'll cuddle
You're quiet so I'll fill the silence
With stories from my youth
Maybe we'll connect
And we can heal one piece at a time
One word after another
One joke after the next
We can pretend were fixed as we sit in the haze of laughter
And just for one second maybe I'll believe it and you’ll believe it too
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