Poem 139 - I don’t want your love, I want a biscuit – a poem inspired by our poem idea monger of the month, Noam Afek

I don’t want your love, I want a biscuit – a poem inspired by our poem idea monger of the month, Noam Afek

Party Rings, I want those things

No more, no less

Let’s digest before we request

Why dodge the jam, let’s just

Cut the custard as we slide

Towards a night of dreams.

Lets play cookie, lets make

Short work of time and bread.

Chip away at your chocolate gooey centre and

Waffle on as we stick

To the syrup of romance.

Twix it up when we Hobnob

And Breakway towards

Galaxies and find our Bounty.

I am hungry for love, or maybe

I’m just hungry.

Poem 138- Central Reservation

Central reservation

Jump in the car

Engage the clutch

Drive not too far

Push not too much

Slide round the corner

Slow down just enough

To look in the window

Just looking is tough

Breathe slower as if its all fine

Don't send that text

Don’t mess with your mind

Don’t share the news

You’ve been waiting to share

To give only good things

That wouldn’t be fair

To act like they’re the

Only one

You could tell like before

Don’t stop the car, don’t open

The door

Don’t expect explanations

Regret or remorse

Don’t exchange any words

That imply extreme force

Don’t say curse words, don’t

Tell a lie

Don’t say it will all be well

Don’t give it a try

Don’t allow hope for change

A moment of weakness

Don’t let it be known that you,

You seek … this

Because you don’t, you wish you did

But you don’t

Wish for no change and you

Wont be disappointed

As you drive towards

The central reservation

Leftover

Inside.

Poem 137- Senses

Senses

I sense it would be unwise

To let you know that I feel

Your presence when you

Are nearby and when you

Mysteriously were unfelt

It turned out you were cross

Continental.

I sense it would be unwise

To tell you that I have

Magical powers and can

Actually conjure you

And have actually done this

Twice just by thinking about

You hard enough.

I sense it would be unwise

To continue to feel you

And to use my mystic

Abilities as when I am

Round the corner,

Most literally and you

Have no sense of this

At all. 

Poem 136 -1 empty suitcase 2 full bags

1 empty suitcase

2 full bags

Its raining, what exceptional

Pathetic fallacy as I ladled

The remnant in to a bag

And deposit it carefully

Then seem to play knock

Down ginger

This is very sad, very sad

Indeed, very sad this is indeed,

Indeed this is sad very.

So sad it is very indeed that

We feel the emptiness

In my wardrobe and my lack

For sleep attire.

1 empty suitcase to represent

my space, 2 full very sad bags.  

Poem 135-Esquiva de Baixa

Esquiva de Baixa

(low escape)

I have escaped my world

Through a series of doors

Teleporting my un-co-ordinated

Self to a den of movement.

I surrender my evenings ( twice

a week) to the persuit of balance,

salt and question and response.

No-one, most particularly myself,

Would expect to find me here

Jogging bottoms on and French kicks

Removed from can cans.

Each week attend less able

To claim I am a novice each

Circle more inviting.

You, the sport, the people, have

Welcomed me in a hail of

Leg swishes and berimbaus .

And I am grateful for this

Honour clad in a t-shirt

I made for myself and my belt

In the cupboard at home

These days are most

Exhausting and empowering that

I hold.

I escape my life and breathe

As the level gets

Higher.