When they love their children as much as they hate us the war will be over
Its doesn't matter which side your on
Whether your a viva viva palestina
Or an am yisrael chai
You know which side is evil, committed all
Wrongs, sometimes you meet people who
Extol the virtues of this treacherous,
Terrible oppressor /terrorist
With their shock and awe tactics and
Disregard for freedom or the right to life And the pursuit of happiness
And sometimes for a minute, particularly
When you talk to someone you think is
Intelligent it becomes harder to maintain the
View on this malignant party you tried hard
To campaign for and against and although
Peace (of mind) is all you want
All you could dream of
With this entity at the negotiating table
Independence is swapped for catastrophe And war
If you give them what they want you will
Have nothing except the need to a right of
Return to a better time
Thursday, 31 March 2011
Thursday, 24 March 2011
Poem 49-Stop time, things (don’t) change
Stop time, things (don’t) change
She was the director of epics
With casts of hundreds
As I watched in awe
She was the manager of a perfume shop,
But only seasonally,
She was a boxer, a teacher, and an explorer
She knew the answers to every question
The script to every film
She was my example
She is my example
Tomorrow and tomorrow
She was all things
She is all things
Tomorrow and tomorrow
She was the director of epics
With casts of hundreds
As I watched in awe
She was the manager of a perfume shop,
But only seasonally,
She was a boxer, a teacher, and an explorer
She knew the answers to every question
The script to every film
She was my example
She is my example
Tomorrow and tomorrow
She was all things
She is all things
Tomorrow and tomorrow
Poem 48- A poem for my sister
Your respect is more important
Your compliments mean more
Your positive attention is like a blessing
I know I am lucky to get
Your kindness spills over buckets
Your soul is light and beautiful
Your face is like a painting so exquisite
I feel like I should be charged entry every time I look
Oh! What chance I have that my egg was
The one fertilized after your and
We get to pass this life together
No games, no pretending
you are mine
Your compliments mean more
Your positive attention is like a blessing
I know I am lucky to get
Your kindness spills over buckets
Your soul is light and beautiful
Your face is like a painting so exquisite
I feel like I should be charged entry every time I look
Oh! What chance I have that my egg was
The one fertilized after your and
We get to pass this life together
No games, no pretending
you are mine
Saturday, 19 March 2011
Poem 47- The battle for the essence
The battle for the essence
My soul is an itinerant
A Bedouin
It is a drifter with out a passport
Occasionally taking up residence in my body
It stays for those days it is too rainy to wonder the street
To dark to see your way without a torch
Or to dangerous to walk without someone else for company
And days when the conditions are favorable, or in the aftermath
Of those other times
I have to coax it inside
Convince it my being is the best place to house
Its wit, sense of self, motivations, interest and emotions
“Come back in"
I say
“I can’t do this without you”
My soul is an itinerant
A Bedouin
It is a drifter with out a passport
Occasionally taking up residence in my body
It stays for those days it is too rainy to wonder the street
To dark to see your way without a torch
Or to dangerous to walk without someone else for company
And days when the conditions are favorable, or in the aftermath
Of those other times
I have to coax it inside
Convince it my being is the best place to house
Its wit, sense of self, motivations, interest and emotions
“Come back in"
I say
“I can’t do this without you”
Friday, 18 March 2011
Poem 46- Kurer, S (2011) Hurt, volume 11, London: Winnington Press
Kurer, S (2011) Hurt, volume 11 London: Winnington Press
The other volumes of this epic
Are not published where you can read them
But they are engraved on my veins
Chiseled on the back of my eye lids
Stamped on my synapses
Each inch of me bellows
Each follicle, each cell, each lobe
Knows the stories and the anger
But this volume is shared amongst us
This ode to pain allocated mutually
A contract from me
To you
Through
Which
I
Divide this life
And
In time
Own
The hurt, the anecdotal displays of each moment as if it’s a comedic masterpiece, the repercussions, and the ways to change the future
The other volumes of this epic
Are not published where you can read them
But they are engraved on my veins
Chiseled on the back of my eye lids
Stamped on my synapses
Each inch of me bellows
Each follicle, each cell, each lobe
Knows the stories and the anger
But this volume is shared amongst us
This ode to pain allocated mutually
A contract from me
To you
Through
Which
I
Divide this life
And
In time
Own
The hurt, the anecdotal displays of each moment as if it’s a comedic masterpiece, the repercussions, and the ways to change the future
Poem 45- Saboteur
Saboteur
In the light he waits
I pretend its night
And try not to see through the shadows
It creeps up
I am not scared
As I do not know to prepare
For calamity
With shock I cry and shake
Entirely rocked by you abstract vision
And abnormal choices
My face is wet
My forgiving soul is screaming
My brain knows this is how it will always be
And change is not a word in your vocabulary
But you know all the rules to every childish game
Regulations too complicated
Prize too great
My sanity, my soul
At stake
In exchange for a token to play
In the light he waits
I pretend its night
And try not to see through the shadows
It creeps up
I am not scared
As I do not know to prepare
For calamity
With shock I cry and shake
Entirely rocked by you abstract vision
And abnormal choices
My face is wet
My forgiving soul is screaming
My brain knows this is how it will always be
And change is not a word in your vocabulary
But you know all the rules to every childish game
Regulations too complicated
Prize too great
My sanity, my soul
At stake
In exchange for a token to play
Poem 44- Mi Casa
Mi casa
If my things belong to me
I assume my life is one of those things
And I thought that was an obvious conclusion
If I am the custodian
I assume there is no confiscation box
And even if there were it wouldn’t belong to you
If this is the case
I assume you not understand
Si no te puedas comprender lo
Que mi casa, mis cosas, mi vida, no es su casa
Asi Pues
Que te jodas
If my things belong to me
I assume my life is one of those things
And I thought that was an obvious conclusion
If I am the custodian
I assume there is no confiscation box
And even if there were it wouldn’t belong to you
If this is the case
I assume you not understand
Si no te puedas comprender lo
Que mi casa, mis cosas, mi vida, no es su casa
Asi Pues
Que te jodas
Tuesday, 15 March 2011
Poem 43- Our Roles
Our Roles
If I pay for this drink
And u pay for dinner next time
Maybe we can ignore the steamy sex we could have
If u tell me about that brunette in your English lit seminar
And I ask for advice about that guy I kissed when I was drunk
Maybe we can put that lingering look to one side
If even when we kiss or touch after that 'crazy' party or that sad chat we had about your mum's childhood we maintain we're friends or adults up for a bit of fun or that we we're both filled to the brim with sexual frustration. We won't ruin this friendship or this flirty banter and neither of us will get hurt
That's fine with me
Sometimes
And when its not
If its not we'll always be each others back up for when I'm 50
And living with 13 cats
And your dreams and body
Have gone south
If I pay for this drink
And u pay for dinner next time
Maybe we can ignore the steamy sex we could have
If u tell me about that brunette in your English lit seminar
And I ask for advice about that guy I kissed when I was drunk
Maybe we can put that lingering look to one side
If even when we kiss or touch after that 'crazy' party or that sad chat we had about your mum's childhood we maintain we're friends or adults up for a bit of fun or that we we're both filled to the brim with sexual frustration. We won't ruin this friendship or this flirty banter and neither of us will get hurt
That's fine with me
Sometimes
And when its not
If its not we'll always be each others back up for when I'm 50
And living with 13 cats
And your dreams and body
Have gone south
Sunday, 13 March 2011
Poem 42- Satisfaction
Satisfaction
You know that feeling you get,
After eating a big delicious meal?
Where there was enough food
So you ate up until the moment
You were full
Comfortable
Content
Fulfilled
That’s how I feel when I spend time with you
Quenched, whole, peaceful and serine
You satisfy everything about me, even the parts
I’m not sure about
You know that feeling you get,
After eating a big delicious meal?
Where there was enough food
So you ate up until the moment
You were full
Comfortable
Content
Fulfilled
That’s how I feel when I spend time with you
Quenched, whole, peaceful and serine
You satisfy everything about me, even the parts
I’m not sure about
Saturday, 12 March 2011
Poem 41 - Affirmation
Affirmation
There is a baby in a red spotty jumper sitting safely in the basket on the front of a bicycle.
Its little face lit up with fun
Its eyes spread wide due to a combination of the breeze and the fear
Its curly hair bobbing with the motion of the bike
Reminding, inviting, prescribing simple pleasures
Smiles creep across the faces of all who see.
There is a baby in a red spotty jumper sitting safely in the basket on the front of a bicycle.
Its little face lit up with fun
Its eyes spread wide due to a combination of the breeze and the fear
Its curly hair bobbing with the motion of the bike
Reminding, inviting, prescribing simple pleasures
Smiles creep across the faces of all who see.
Poem 40- Football
Football
I don’t talk to you about the
Football because I want to
I do it because I think you do
If you explain the points system
Or the rankings of the teams in the
FA Cup League table
You might forget we’ve hardly
Spoken in months, because
What happened caused us to be
Without words, kind or otherwise
I don’t talk to you about how I
Feel not because I don’t want to
But because I know you don’t want me to
My feelings, like my personality
Are too much
So lets just forget it all and have
An awkward and boring conversation
About the football, even though
I don’t want to and you know it
I don’t talk to you about the
Football because I want to
I do it because I think you do
If you explain the points system
Or the rankings of the teams in the
FA Cup League table
You might forget we’ve hardly
Spoken in months, because
What happened caused us to be
Without words, kind or otherwise
I don’t talk to you about how I
Feel not because I don’t want to
But because I know you don’t want me to
My feelings, like my personality
Are too much
So lets just forget it all and have
An awkward and boring conversation
About the football, even though
I don’t want to and you know it
Poem 39- What Married People Do- ( After a weekend of overhearing/ chatting about marriage i have decided to break out and old poem i wrote on the topic)
What Married People Do
How should I know what married people do?
If they sit in a haze of love and lust
Content in the knowledge they have found
What they searched for.
Do they spend hours?
Breathing in the smell of perfection?
Are they safe in the new amalgamated unit they have become?
Will they know if they have maintained a constant self of have they subsided in to co- dependency with all they have?
Or are they just happy they don’t have to be unsafe anymore,
To surrender to the structures they were taught to value above any other
Convinced its better to be together than alone
How should I know what married people do?
If they sit in a haze of love and lust
Content in the knowledge they have found
What they searched for.
Do they spend hours?
Breathing in the smell of perfection?
Are they safe in the new amalgamated unit they have become?
Will they know if they have maintained a constant self of have they subsided in to co- dependency with all they have?
Or are they just happy they don’t have to be unsafe anymore,
To surrender to the structures they were taught to value above any other
Convinced its better to be together than alone
Wednesday, 9 March 2011
Poem 38- My Land
My Land
I have reclaimed the garden
In my name
The broken fences
Must keep some intruders at bay
You have broken my fortitude
With misfortune and grenades
Then you left me alone
In my prison
No longer reclaimed
No longer private
I have reclaimed the garden
In my name
The broken fences
Must keep some intruders at bay
You have broken my fortitude
With misfortune and grenades
Then you left me alone
In my prison
No longer reclaimed
No longer private
Tuesday, 8 March 2011
Poem 37- Bang bang boom
Bang bang boom
The night we met she said you must be in to her
That they were always in to her
Then you looked at me
The game changed
It was real and kind
You were fun and sweet
You were wise and music ran in your veins
It made me know she was wrong
The night we met you said we had met before
That we had known each other for years
That everyone had been talking about me
How could you not know?
But you were new to me
Clever, sure of yourself
You had a fire
It taught me what a challenge this could be
The night we met she said I was the best one
That you had told her it was fact
And through your time
I became that
You were quiet and shy
You told me your jokes weren’t funny
Special and obvious
It made me pleased to be alive
The night we met you said I was mysterious
That I was so unknown it scared you
That through our progression
In to realms of passion we knew
It would be exceptional
You were beautiful and sure of what you knew
You were helpful and spontaneous
It made me believe in the power of codependence
The night we will meet you will say nice to meet you
I will be unsure if it rivals what I have known
It will shake my world and change the
Patterns of my breath
It will push me to do things I could never do
You will be fun, clever, shy and sure of yourself
You will be wise and special and beautiful
And it will be obvious and challenging and funny
It will make me know that love exists
The night we met she said you must be in to her
That they were always in to her
Then you looked at me
The game changed
It was real and kind
You were fun and sweet
You were wise and music ran in your veins
It made me know she was wrong
The night we met you said we had met before
That we had known each other for years
That everyone had been talking about me
How could you not know?
But you were new to me
Clever, sure of yourself
You had a fire
It taught me what a challenge this could be
The night we met she said I was the best one
That you had told her it was fact
And through your time
I became that
You were quiet and shy
You told me your jokes weren’t funny
Special and obvious
It made me pleased to be alive
The night we met you said I was mysterious
That I was so unknown it scared you
That through our progression
In to realms of passion we knew
It would be exceptional
You were beautiful and sure of what you knew
You were helpful and spontaneous
It made me believe in the power of codependence
The night we will meet you will say nice to meet you
I will be unsure if it rivals what I have known
It will shake my world and change the
Patterns of my breath
It will push me to do things I could never do
You will be fun, clever, shy and sure of yourself
You will be wise and special and beautiful
And it will be obvious and challenging and funny
It will make me know that love exists
Poem 36- Psychological
Psychological
No one will be with me
You said
You revised your statement to
No one will be with her
Freudian …
I said
What does that mean?
You said
Doesn’t matter
I said
No one will be with me
You said
You revised your statement to
No one will be with her
Freudian …
I said
What does that mean?
You said
Doesn’t matter
I said
Poem 35- Plastic Crockery
Plastic Crockery
I set four plates
But there are three of us now
I wait for you to come home
But you don’t
I wait for someone to interrupt me
When I’m talking about my day
But there is complete silence
This absence of you
This hollow place
This plate is a symbol
Of the life we once had
And your non-existence
In the new one I create
I set four plates
But there are three of us now
I wait for you to come home
But you don’t
I wait for someone to interrupt me
When I’m talking about my day
But there is complete silence
This absence of you
This hollow place
This plate is a symbol
Of the life we once had
And your non-existence
In the new one I create
Monday, 7 March 2011
Poem 34- A pilgrimage to love
A pilgrimage to love
The journey to the center of my soul was hard
Treacherous, the stones slipped beneath my feet
As I walked in to the abyss of my emotions
In to the chasms and fissures that were covered
By secrets, regrets and shame
Through mountains I trekked to find
The sanctuary where I could be free to understand
What I knew and what I could never know
A place where pain was stronger and taste was sweeter than
The kindness of children and the madness was more insipid
Than nightmare
I fell a few times, but found my feet, as I knew the only way
Was to venture forth in to the swirling quagmire
When I arrived the air was light and soft
A new world uncharted and unsullied by expectation or the past
Clean
Beautiful
And mine
The journey to the center of my soul was hard
Treacherous, the stones slipped beneath my feet
As I walked in to the abyss of my emotions
In to the chasms and fissures that were covered
By secrets, regrets and shame
Through mountains I trekked to find
The sanctuary where I could be free to understand
What I knew and what I could never know
A place where pain was stronger and taste was sweeter than
The kindness of children and the madness was more insipid
Than nightmare
I fell a few times, but found my feet, as I knew the only way
Was to venture forth in to the swirling quagmire
When I arrived the air was light and soft
A new world uncharted and unsullied by expectation or the past
Clean
Beautiful
And mine
Saturday, 5 March 2011
Poem 33- I think you're unhappy
I Think You're Unhappy
I think you're unhappy,
And possibly, in a depression
But, you maintain you're fine
You seem sadder, or maybe
Quieter than you were before
But, you maintain you're fine
You spend more time alone, or maybe
You used to spend more time with me
But, you maintain you're fine
Maybe you were always like
This, and the part were you seemed
Happier, more free, more sexual
Maybe that was the exception that proves
The rule
I think you're unhappy
But, you maintain you're fine
I think you're unhappy,
And possibly, in a depression
But, you maintain you're fine
You seem sadder, or maybe
Quieter than you were before
But, you maintain you're fine
You spend more time alone, or maybe
You used to spend more time with me
But, you maintain you're fine
Maybe you were always like
This, and the part were you seemed
Happier, more free, more sexual
Maybe that was the exception that proves
The rule
I think you're unhappy
But, you maintain you're fine
Poem 32- you're perfect
You're perfect for me
You're all I want
We listen to the same music
Laugh at the same jokes
I come alive when I see you
Or think about you
But you're not perfect
Are you?
Your actually rather weird
Not very nice
And could never have been what I needed
Oh, you texted... How about one more date?
You're all I want
We listen to the same music
Laugh at the same jokes
I come alive when I see you
Or think about you
But you're not perfect
Are you?
Your actually rather weird
Not very nice
And could never have been what I needed
Oh, you texted... How about one more date?
Wednesday, 2 March 2011
Poem 31- feeding time ( at the zoo?)
Feeding time (at the zoo?)
She feeds him lunch
One bite after another
“Yum yum” she says
“Yum yum” he replies
She discuss what they are going to do today
“Yes” he replies
She continues to feed him
Necessary?
Nurturing?
Romantic?
Weird?
Is it just me, I think perfectly healthy 18+ males with working hands
Are meant to be able to
Feed themselves
On another note having someone else’s dirty hands near your mouth is gross,
You don’t know where they have been!
And if you insist on partaking in this bizarre animalistic activity please
Do it in the confines of your own home
Rather than in front of me at a local vegetarian eatery
She feeds him lunch
One bite after another
“Yum yum” she says
“Yum yum” he replies
She discuss what they are going to do today
“Yes” he replies
She continues to feed him
Necessary?
Nurturing?
Romantic?
Weird?
Is it just me, I think perfectly healthy 18+ males with working hands
Are meant to be able to
Feed themselves
On another note having someone else’s dirty hands near your mouth is gross,
You don’t know where they have been!
And if you insist on partaking in this bizarre animalistic activity please
Do it in the confines of your own home
Rather than in front of me at a local vegetarian eatery
Poem 30- More of the same
More of the same
If I said I was disappointed
Would you judge me?
Or would you think me stupid
For over thinking
Would you think me hopeless?
Or romantic for being pleased by possibility?
Ok, I’m disappointed, because
I thought you might be different
But this disappointment feels
The same
If I said I was disappointed
Would you judge me?
Or would you think me stupid
For over thinking
Would you think me hopeless?
Or romantic for being pleased by possibility?
Ok, I’m disappointed, because
I thought you might be different
But this disappointment feels
The same
Poem 29- Housewife
Housewife
Being a homemaker is valuable, serious and important
But sadly at this time I don’t believe it’s my calling
After spending time in your homestead prison
It is not you for whom I am subsequently falling
I choose liberty, I select life
I choose not to be your trouble and strife
I would like the autonomy to enjoy my time as I please
Rather than waiting to bless you every time you sneeze
A life in close quarters with you, is worse than solitary
Even if you like my Bristol cities and my poetry
Being a homemaker is valuable, serious and important
But sadly at this time I don’t believe it’s my calling
After spending time in your homestead prison
It is not you for whom I am subsequently falling
I choose liberty, I select life
I choose not to be your trouble and strife
I would like the autonomy to enjoy my time as I please
Rather than waiting to bless you every time you sneeze
A life in close quarters with you, is worse than solitary
Even if you like my Bristol cities and my poetry
Tuesday, 1 March 2011
Poem 28- Literary Nonsense
Literary nonsense
I went to the dentist; they drugged me up good, just for fun
I’ve been transported to a magical world
Just like Coleridge’s “Kubla Khan”
If your wondering why my lip is big and I’m somewhat confused
Try asking the dentist in to me what he infused
From a super huge needle in to my mouth
And since then my mind has gone lower than south
As I lie about all tingly as the light streams in
I felt l went to Coward’s “marvelous party” and drank dubonet and gin
So “quite for no reason” except for a hole in my grin
I started a feelin’ like I’ve committed a cardinal sin
Of too many sweets and too much choc
So, caverns in my smile are far from a shock
Now, it’s time for a nap till this stuff wears off
I hope that this poem hasn’t made you scoff
At my drugged up ramblings and stuff
So, good night for a while and thank you very much
I went to the dentist; they drugged me up good, just for fun
I’ve been transported to a magical world
Just like Coleridge’s “Kubla Khan”
If your wondering why my lip is big and I’m somewhat confused
Try asking the dentist in to me what he infused
From a super huge needle in to my mouth
And since then my mind has gone lower than south
As I lie about all tingly as the light streams in
I felt l went to Coward’s “marvelous party” and drank dubonet and gin
So “quite for no reason” except for a hole in my grin
I started a feelin’ like I’ve committed a cardinal sin
Of too many sweets and too much choc
So, caverns in my smile are far from a shock
Now, it’s time for a nap till this stuff wears off
I hope that this poem hasn’t made you scoff
At my drugged up ramblings and stuff
So, good night for a while and thank you very much
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