Tag: poetry
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Poem: Disability
Disability It’s all about perspective. To you, I’m Dissed. Disadvantaged. Dismissed, before I even get a chance to. Whether I’m ‘weak’ in the mind, Or ‘weak’ at the knees. Your mind’s made up, Before I even get a chance to plead. You judge me on appearances. Refuse to look beyond my disability.…
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Poem: Trust
Trust is like trying to catch a spawning salmon in a freshly flowing river. You catch it! Then all too soon it slips from your tiny grasp. Whether it’s trusting others or trusting yourself. Trust never seems to want to last. Are we blinded by bullsh*t or beauty? All we need is for someone…
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Poem: Brixton
Street stalls stand tall, As the merchants make convo with strangers. Fresh flowers flush the air, Their sweet notes still linger. Food – of all shapes and sizes, A feast for my very eyes. Offering food for thought as to what Else comes from such places of mystery and surprise. The faces are…
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Poem – My Red Mustang
Counting the pennies, I just helped rescue from the jar. It won’t be too long, Till they’re exchanged for a car. A red shiny mustang, With matching interior. With a waxwork shine so dazzling. Making all other dull cars look inferior. Counting the pennies in the jar. I won’t have to count for…
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Poem: A December Day
A December Day The air is crisp, cold and clean. My breath sparkles in its grasp like fairydust. I feel like a fairytale’s dragon. The darkness cloaks the clouds, Choking out any lasting glimmers of light, As the sun sets low in the Winter sky. The trees look fragile. Their vulnerability exposed, By…
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Poem: Winter
Crimson embers of fire crackle, Beneath the pale moon light. The stars they twinkle like tiny freckles, Upon the face of the night. The sun awakens, from its slumbers, Naked vegetation shivers with delight. For they are scarce, they’re few in number, Desperate for the light. The season sets a spell of slumber,…
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Poem: A Job Is A Job
Knees buckled beneath me. Feet gnarled, toes curled. The whole world’s up against me. Yet still I spin, I twirl. Counting pennies until it defeats me. I’m sedated by my lost dreams. It seems the past always repeats me, A path of unraveling seams. Whispered regrets always greet me. My childhood career was…
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Poem: Christmas Food
Food. So bad, yet so good. So many colours, so many textures. So many food poisonings taken for the pleasure. You gave me gout last Christmas Eve, But I don’t hold it against you, you see, For I know our relationship is solid. Once the doctor unclogs my arteries. This Christmas things will…
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Poem: A Day As Grey As Today
Have you ever experienced a day, As grey as the grey day today? You know the kind, That makes you less kind. The kind you wished would just go away? I’ve certainly experienced a day, As grey as the grey day today It made me feel kind, To the man who reminded, Me to…
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The Inferior Female
Stature slender, Pitch higher. A non-male gender, So he must be higher. Physically inferior, Sit still and look pretty. Don’t question the superior, You’ll only look silly. Beauty over brains. Man over beauty. I’m not a feminist, But a minority of men give me reason I should be. Are you threatened by…
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Poem – What’s In A Tattoo?
The needle pierces my body, But I feel no pain. Black Ink drowns my pores, Euphoria begins. I am in paradise, I am transformed. My skin marked before my eyes, An external expression of an inner form. This is the poem I wrote for my first ever podcast published on my blog!…
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Audio: What’s In A Tattoo?
What’s In A Tattoo? Do you have tattoo? If yes/no, why? Are they works of art, or, blights to our sight? For some they are sentimental expressions of inner emotions, for others, regrets on a drunken night out which they can’t live down. When I see someone with a tattoo I think to myself…
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