Poem 121- STAYING IN MY PYJAMAS ALL DAY - a poem title delivered by two people in two different ways- featuring the guest poet of the month Mathew Cohen.

STAYING IN MY PYJAMAS ALL DAY

-       a poem title delivered by two people in two different ways- featuring the guest poet of the month, Mathew Cohen.

Staying in my Pyjamas all day- by Saskia Feltz

There are many reasons

One could choose pyjamas

For the quotidian

Which include but

Are not limited to:

Winter mornings fearful of

Cold toes

A sexy day, a lazy day

And ill day and a pyjama party

But when your days

Are marked by the

Amount of time in the

Most comfortable of your

Clothes, maybe the party

Is… in some way less of a

Party party and more

Of a pity party

So I prescribe actual

Vestments until harem

Pants come back in to

Fashion and more days

Of fun.

Staying in my pyjamas all day – by Mathew Cohen

I do not own pajamas

Save those my mother

Once bough when

I was three

I do not own pajamas

Nor do any pajamas

Own me,

Why would I wear those pyjamas,

That prevent me from

Flying free?

If I were to wear those

Pyjamas,

I would surely stay

In them all day

Poem 120- Big and 4 Letter Words for Big and 4 Letter Occasions - a poem title delivered by two people in two different ways- featuring the guest poet of the month Mathew Cohen. Sorry Mathew I rewrote this one… mine was rubbish.

Big and 4 Letter Words for Big and 4 Letter Occasions

- a poem title delivered by two people in two different ways- featuring the guest poet of the month, Mathew Cohen. Sorry Mathew I rewrote this one… mine was rubbish.

Big and 4 Letter Words for Big and 4 Letter Occasions-  by Mathew Cohen

I went to Cambridge once

Wearing my new smart

Shoes

This involved a train from

London

And a London ticket

Office

The short story is

That they had over booked

The train and I must wait

My indignation and

The nerves of the smart-

Shoed day ahead

Force me to use a

Few of my favourite

Four-letter words.

The ticket man politely

Pointed that there was 

No need for such language

“ If this is not the occasion

for such words” I began

“ Then what the hell

is?!” I continued

and continued for a while,

“Such incompetence

deserves such language

you stupid T*@t” I continued

But only after

I had depleted my

Reserves,

Of appropriate and

Satisfying

Big and 4-letter words.

Big and 4 Letter Words for Big and 4 Letter Occasions- by Saskia Feltz

There are many big

And also four letter

Words I would love

To use to describe you

In a speech about you at

A very big and very public

Occasion. I would start by saying

I have written I rhyming poem

For this auspicious event

I would go on

Here before us stands

A man with quick wits

A fellow who have never been able to

Turn down a large pair of hands to help him

Get the job done.

An upstanding community pillar

With all the intentions and care of a saint

Who conducts all his affairs with a meticulous rigor  

And in all areas of the household and public places endows his rod with vigor

And outstretch arm and a mighty fist

That simultaneously fights infection and bestows the plague, you get the gist.

No full explanation can be given with 4 letter words but it would be the most exact and perfect way to describe such a perfect man. 

Poem 119 -LOL - a poem title delivered by two people in two different ways- featuring the guest poet of the month Mathew Cohen.

LOL

-       a poem title delivered by two people in two different ways- featuring the guest poet of the month, Mathew Cohen.

LOL- by Saskia Feltz

With this chosen title

That emits and portrays

A cynical laughter

I choose to use it to

Imbue my feelings on

Your cynical laughter

I wish to stop first to

Say you do not need

To laugh when what

You wish to do most

Is cry.

I will go on to say

Ha ha ha, hee he he

Chortle chortle let’s

Pretend that it is all

Fine.

But what is fine, in its

Entirety is my

Love for you, my belief

In your future, my

Aim to understand

What you my feel

And my hope that you

Will be fine.

Let’s LOL my friend

Over a glass of

Water and wine

All will be fine.

LOL- by Mathew Cohen

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I ENJOY LAUGHINF

AND FORGETTING WITH YOU

LOL

Poem 118 - Child

Child

I am the offspring of your offspring

Does that mean nothing?

I am the offspring of your offspring

I remain a child as you wither

You walk passed me. Not knowing

Who I am.

Who am I in the wake of your not knowing?

If I am a grandchild to no one

A daughter to only one of my

‘Folks’ then do I exist in the

My correct context?

You walk past… is that my fault?

Did I blind you to seeing me as I

Grew up and away?

The fastest route between two

Points is a straight line, the

Sum of all parts is a whole,

How to find the hypotenuse

When the two side opposite

Are invisible. With no ego

I ask. How can you, when I

Am the offspring of your offspring,

Not care, or ask, or care to ask

Why don’t you love me

As the sum of all my

Parts whatever they are? 

Poem 117- What's the point?

What’s the point?

I sit here trying to decipher

Your message or lack there

Of as if it is the dead

Sea scrolls. I seek advice

From those well versed in

Being human… forgetting

I should maybe consult

Others with understanding

Of madness and trauma. They

Are equally unhelpful to

Clear the road block of

Your reasoning to my mind

And or heart.

What was the point? Why

Come here? Why haunt me?

Why squash or extricate me from

My possible enjoyment if

It would come to no

Confluence?

If you had walked straight up

To me and you and your

Wife had pummeled me

Til I bled consumed by your

Anger and lack of control …

Over me, that might have

Provided more answers.

What was the point? Why

Keep me limbo? Why

Play hard to get or cat and

Mouse with my soul and

Footsteps? Why be close

Enough to smell?

If you came here to gain

Knowledge why not release

Me to do the same. If you

Were here to talk, where

Were your words? If you came here

To be my father then

Why do you look nothing

Like him. No dark curly-ish

Hair, no humorous tie, no

Sparkly cufflinks, no face

I recognise. Just a hunched

Old man, with a yellow

Face and a tiny brunette

Replica wife.

Who are you? Why are you

Here? And what’s the

Point?