Wednesday, May 09, 2007
06.45
It can’t be that time already,
Surely not!
The green glow of the alarm flashing
My ears full of piercing sound
Dust has not had the chance to settle
The blanket is warm
My body toasty
My big toe tells me the weather
Before I’ve heard the latest
It’s cold that’s a matter of fact
Five more minutes won’t hurt
The blanket is warm
My body toasty
I never found what I was looking for
I never had enough
It’s not fair
Why does the day have to start?
It’s not on-others find it so easy
The body next to mine is
Oblivious to all that batters the window, and sounds
of parenthood coming from across the hall.
To stay where I am is the best place for me
The blanket is warm
My body toasty
There’s nowhere quite like it
It has to be said
The sun is not up, so why should I?
Here is where I wish to stay
That’s a fact
I will rise another day
Tomorrow I feel will be a better day
Just five minutes more would be bliss
Beauiful…………….
It’s all in the mind
The look-er and the looked
fat or thin
perfect or not
who has the right to say beautiful or not
let people choose their true beauty
it’s thicker than skin.
In the holders eye and all that
an hour glass or love handles
why is it up to the masses?
what to and what not to
Stars endorse “Because you’re worth it!”
Promoting their books, who cares how they did it!
isn’t it up to me, I have to find the me
I can love
day and night cream.
To give me a younger look
Wrinkle cream stops me showing the
Tomato look
Don’t just wash
Wash and go
Don’t let it snow
Stand head and shoulders above the rest
Lip gloss to last for ever.
24 hour deodorant for a twenty something man
Heading for Old Spice as the hours tick by
Vast amounts of money spent in the pursuit
Of retaining a memory of what was
Truth be told you have no control
In the holders eye and all that
So who can say beautiful or not?
Red tape
It’s there
Just waiting
It’s never really seen
No one owns up to erecting it
It’s never man enough to say it was wrong
It’s just there
It has no owner
Forms don’t move it
Marching won’t see it off
It’s just there
Holding you up
Slowing you down
It feeds off your frustration
Boxing you black and blue
Headlines rage
Political
Social
Environmental
No one answers your call to remove it
It stays
standing fast
the Cause now lost
In red tape!
Poker
Cards dealt,
Bet made
Whose holding
A winning hand?
I
I-hope
The pot grows
Too high for some
I know what I’ve got
Can I take the shirt off his back?
A Jack, King, Queen, Ace, a Ten of Hearts
Are fanned before me
My three eights and a king high
Fall by the wayside
Those that folded
Rise and down two fingers
In salute to my poor bluff
My chips gone
I’ve lost
I’m out
Re-use
I have a salad box
I eat from each day
I love my salad box
It makes me feel good every day
It helps me eat my five a day
And keeps that dreaded calories at bay
It even helps me save the planet
It every way!
It was a Dairy Milk chocolate box
Of which I ate the contents last Saturday.
Tuck
Tuck your shirts in, kids hear me say
Tuck your shirts in, I say it every day
It’s amazing how may times a day
I have to say tuck your shirt in.
You’d think kids would get bored of me saying tuck your shirt in
every moment of the day yet still I say tuck your shirt in
I pass the same kids, again and again
So I say tuck your shirt in
What’s beyond believe is that I see them again
And you’ve guessed it - I have to say tuck your shirt in.
I swear they un-tuck it as I pass by
But how boring it is to hear me say
Tuck your shirts in, Tuck your shirts in,
I say it every day
It’s amazing how may times a day
I have to say tuck your shirt, tuck your shirt,
tuck your shirt,
tuck your shirt,
tuck your shirt,
tuck your shirt,
tuck your shirt,
tuck your shirt.
WordsIn a moment
they leave us
There’s no return
Your meaning
Lost in interpretation
Words hang
Papers play on
Headlines scream
What did you mean?
Words uttered, tempers fray
spoken in black n white
transmitted in colour
under tones spoken, heard by all
as comments fly, daggers hurt
yet their wounds heal
words explode, splitting worlds
no match for time
where does the fault lie?
In public place
On a pedestal we put
a star!
Nobody’s life has she saved
no cure has she found
we gave a mouth and breasts
stardem
Then exposed her colours
Cereal Killer
Each morning
I get up
I commit murder before 8am
I torture toast with heat,
I drown cornflakes in cow’s milk
I stab the butter, curse jam for its fat content
I drink coffee against my doctors advice
I return to medieval times, cracking eggs in Scolding oil
All this to prevent myself from becoming
A chalk outline before noon.
Thursday, February 15, 2007
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Wednesday, December 06, 2006
IRRESPONSIBLE
END THE WAR
Immeasurable impact on human life
Global news
Stark white lab
harbouring orange glow
Their “Little Boy” starting
to breathe life
Cold hard shell shows great line
no prejudice
Ingredients designed to bring impact
To bring war to an end
Drum
beat western time
Nobel prize driving
adrenaline,
calculations, theories
No prize for second place
National security founded on fear
Naive freedom ripples the land
no one will attack
Man is now as powerful as God himself
IRRESPONSIBLE
TOYS OF WAR
Concrete and lead bunkers
built to keep him out
Monopoly gone
Level playing field
Everyone’s a friend
Everyone’s a foe
Posing a threat to my
life, my peace
Over there somewhere
in my own back yard
The fight is over
Oil, gold, land and
dictator with his
weapon of choice
Unstable mushroom this is great
cloud hangs over
All Life
No allegiance
even to those who
Created it
Colourless Day
On a day much like today.
It came,
And chose to stay
It’s the third year now.
I don’t remember opening the door to it.
It just came.
Casting it’s dark shadow.
Outstaying it’s welcome.
The darkness is woven into
My clothes,
Penetrating my Skin.
Rubbing red raw sores in my flesh.
It controls me, consumes me,
Draining all colour from me.
Leaving muted tones of grey
Bleak, lifeless, soulless.
It sits on the fence.
I try to confront it,
I am overcome.
My life exhausted,
Only existence remains
My allied,
On life’s stage.
Mating Dance
Urban undergrowth
Hiding in plain sight.
The synthetic covering of life
Our only camouflage.
The ritual begins.
Having chosen a mate
She needs to make her intentions known.
Enticing, lustful movements
Withdraw him from the drum beat
To where enemies are few
Her assets encased in a
Light weight cotton armour
And her rear cupped in heavy blue drill
Cause Images to form in his minds eye.
She has got her prey.
They retreat back into the undergrowth.
Hidden again in plan sight.
Instant Dad
Just add water
stir,
cook for 60 seconds
the packet says.
Now someone
calls me Dad.
No nine months to go.
She was there
calling me dad.
She came with I do.
She calls me Dad,
I call her mine.
In an instant
Dad.
Plastic combat
I have killed my brother.
In the service of an elite street delta force.
Five fingered pain inflictors my weapon of choice.
My platoon advance
taking reed defences by storm.
A new day, a new battle
yet the same conflict.
Old stains tell new stories.
We committed acts against trees,
left our parents for hours
only to return home
when hungry and
in need of a bath.
All this in the name of playtime.
Views from a queue
In Briton we love to queue
It starts when you’re in a
hurry
When life’s a race.
In a sudden moment
people everywhere
The whole world is Busy.
A flurry of men, women and brats
I want that and that and that!
Who will be first
To form the orderly queue?
You question the items in your basket
Did I really need the super size value pack?
Nevertheless, it goes on your plastic.
Deal of the day
Buy one get one free
pull you in
After all,
that’s how the shop got you in
to form an orderly queue.
Pages from a tube
Moving along
at a different pace.
Hustle bustle
generating the
noise of life.
I pod jewellery
adorn heads.
Phone calls
float
on invisible waves.
Past my ears
a thousand voices.
Polyphonic ring tones
deafen the noise.
The banks work force
Suited and booted.
The students of life
finding their way
all
locked in their own worlds.
People on the move
reading of stars and wanna-be’s.
Others flipping pages,
escaping to far flung
places.
Never finding the end
Wondering what
happens next.
Pen to paper
Random thoughts scream
through my head
at a speed I cannot read.
Words, images
things not always there.
Stark white page,
dormant ink.
Blocked words,
scribbles not conforming
to the thoughts
in my head.
Ideas go as quickly as they come.
Which is right, which is wrong?
Re-write after edit.
The torment is never over.
It occupies my mind
day and night
The thoughts through my head
Take away
Grill the food
fast.
Swallow the food
fast.
Serve the drink
fast.
Gulp the drink
fast.
Make the dessert
fast.
Devour the dessert
fast.
Live life
fast.
Die
The end.
FAT
To ban the ads
is only a fad.
It’s not the ads that
made me fat
It’s the fat that
made me fat.
The ad
contains no fat
so why ban the ad?
Will it stop me
being fat?
No
It’s the fat that
made me fat.
If only
It were true
that watching an ad made me fat.
For if it were so
I’d pull the plug
from the tube
and the fat would go.
But alas
It’s not
the ad
or the tube
It’s the fat
That made me fat