poem

by

That’s Life

The bubbles of wealth
used to rise in the glass
and tingle on my lips.
The label that I wore with verve
Skimmed lightly cross my hips

Hair in fashionable disarray
I’d sashay round the town
always remembering to cross my knees
whenever I sat down

I was finished y’know in Switzerland.
I folded napkins there
and learnt to act in a modest way
That behove a lady fair

In scarlet I went hunting
And found myself a beau
Not the handsomest of gentlemen
But he did have a chateau

I bathed in foreign sunshine
and royalty were friends
But it was just illusion
And soon the summer ends

And now its only tea
That’s sipped from paper cups
No more the trips to Henley
or Badminton or such

Gold has now turned silver
and my hips are not my own
and should I try to cross my knees
I’d likely break a bone

 

by

The Secret

The secret of life said the woman, is to behave
in a way that is generally thought of as good.
To be careful of word and kind in thought,
and never get overwrought
about things that do not matter

The secret of life said the man, is to be strong
and brave and bawdy.To treat others
with authority and boldness,
and always win the fights
you choose to engage in.

The secret of life said the child, is to cry
when needy and cry when sad.
To be happy with small things like
paper and sand.To not become
emotionless or overbearing,

the secret of life is to not grow old.

by

Not Quite Poetry

Every day I use my time
Writing poetry line by line,
Sometimes I can make it rhyme,
Sometimes, I can’t.

My head is full of tum te tums
When I just want to write
The serious stuff on big long lines
like proper poets might

The words come out as simple ones
Not intelligent, or deep,
Nor contemplative trains of thought
that make the reader weep

Poetically inclined I’m not
It doesn’t really matter
I’ll just keep writing day by day
And maybe I’ll get batter er..better

by

Insanity

If ever I go completely insane
I’ll wring my hands and call your name
I’ll hide behind a wall of pain
And flit and flick and shout and scream
and flash dark eyes
toward the corner
where you hide.

If ever I go completely insane
You’ll not be able to say my name
without excruciating pain.
You’ll squirm and turn and howl and scream
And turn wet eyes
Toward the corner
While I laugh.

by

Temptation

This is in response to the thought provoking weekly writing challenge ‘In The Beginning’  Ok, I cheated a bit as this is an old poem, but I hadn’t published it on here before and I guess it’s not a total re-invention of the creation story exactly, but I think it will just about fit the bill.  What do you think?

Lets braid our hair with flowers
And dip our toes in spring
Lets throw our leaves into the wind
And feel warm zephyrs on our skin

Lets get drunk on our hot breath
lie in long grass ‘neath the tree
and sink our teeth in blushing fruit
Then you can wipe the juice from me

lets crush the daises in the grass
ignore the serpent there
we’ll caress the earth below us
With our bodies bare

Don’t be coy now, take my hand
New pleasures we will seek
I’ll guide you to the brightest light
And in rapture we will sleep