Poetry

unvalentine’s day

…and now it’s time
to switch off my lamp
i’ve closed my book
and slipped on my pjs
with my glass of water
and my pills
on my bedside table
i ate too much
for comfort’s sake
the ice cream
and cake
and all the other stuff
i don’t want to think of
because i loved myself
because i ain’t got no one
to cuddle with
except my teddy bear
on this cold february night
nor all day
just me
and my comfort food
and my book
and now my pjs and water and pills
and i switch off my lamp
it’s time…
…to sleep…
…until february…
fifteen…th

mirage

this world is a whitewashed place
with no corners, no curves
just endless void of colour
for time unsummed

but then

a glimmer,
is that a spot of darkness?
a punctuation upon the snowbound plain?
a figure…

it’s only
the hope to which I cling
a mirage that tells me eternally
don’t give up

red – a haiku

soothe my mind with wine
and within my heart and soul
tranquility lives

Aloha Grace

Aloha Grace envisioned a place
with palm trees and white sandy beaches

In her room was a poster; she sat and imagined
the sea and the man she would meet there

For Aloha Grace lived in the arctic,
where the sun shone an hour a day

From this frozen tundra she needed escape
the moment she came of an age

Aloha Grace stepped off of the plane
and she breathed in the smell of the ocean

A half hour later her toes in the sand,
in the shade of a palm tree she stood

Then Aloha Grace, with the sun in her face
met the man she was destined to fall for

But a one-night stand left her colder than ice
and she realised the beach and the palm trees had lied

Aloha Grace went home in disgrace
pregnant and husbandless too

Down came the poster and down went the sun
for the grass is no greener than snow.

fingers – #SoCS

each morning at seven

she enters my store

and I watch as she

fingers the cherries

with her long blood-red nails

and her lips glistening the colour of wine

and her miles of stockinged legs

in scarlet stilettos

and I swear to myself

that one day I will

step up like a man

like the man that I am

and tell her

…

I love her

…

and I’ll love her even more

she’ll stop playing with my cherries

and play with my grapes

instead.

Stream of Consciousness Saturday – find it here.

Farfalle Free Fall

Holy cannelloni, rig it, Tony!

And hand me that penne,

I’ll write a fusilli lines,

and while you’re at it, pasta wine!

wide wide world

just one of those ready-to-scream moments

when there’s nothing left inside but frustration

and anger

except you’re stuck inside there

the open door may as well be barred and force-field guarded

because it’s not the fresh air that keeps you in

it’s those others inside with you

those who whisper sweet pleas as they swallow their peas

and cues

and accuse you of never paying enough attention

to the screaming in your head

that you must get out

away from the pain and the

whining whingeing dreams

of cockroach infested corners and sleeping

bags with sticky zippers that won’t undo

after nights of sweaty striving and distraction

and so you drag yourself up because the sun sucks

and the radio makes you

and there’s never enough coffee to

make the voices stop.

lean on the window

but oh how wide is the world out there

Self-Love, a poem – Love Is In Da Blog

When I love myself
much too much
it hurts
everyone else it seems.
For all of them want,
Me Me
Me Me
they call out
and I answer but
as the days go on
my reply gets weaker.
I need to love
me.

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JusJoJan the 28th – Serendipity, a poem

Ideas drip down
Like serendipity from the heavens
Of what you might look like
When I finally set eyes
On a scrap of your coat
Or the cut of your jeans
Should a glimpse of the back of your head
In a crowd
Light my nerves
Make me run to catch up
To find
The ring on your finger
third from the thumb
and so
I’ll keep waiting
For drips of serendipity
‘Til I die.