A poem about a mug. No joke.
God bless things multifunctional
and things that bring us glee
like my favourite mug - it can hold a KitKat
as well as gallons of tea
Sod it - let's post three in a day. This is another one I wrote on a course a few weeks back.
I hold you
you’re barely a minute old
all eyes, screams and unfounded dreams
wrapped tight like a sushi roll
you’re ten million karats of gold
I can’t bear to put down
I want to raise you above my head
parade you around the town
but before I burst out the chorus
of The Circle of Life
your mother smiles, sighs and says
even if I can’t present you
to everyone like a king
I’ll just have to give you the world
and much more
Might as well keep this ball rolling...
sugar-soaked in Snapchat sepia
our expressions embellished like squashed licorice
a sticky tattoo on tattered sleeves
an exhibition of adolescence
smiles that should split our faces sore
bearing chattered gnashers
gnawed from student anxieties
stained from library coffee and
polished by budget toothpaste
our salted skin doused in vodka
and coke – making the memory sweeter
with bar-time brothers
oblivious to the incoming traffic
I remember hearing the Wednesday swansong
“Don’t look back in anger”
I rarely do
It's been a while...so let's post some stuff I've written recently.
This one came from another awesome course I've taken with The Poetry School (can't recommend their courses enough). The aim was to write about an emotional moment but in the most factual and non-descriptive way possible. Here's my effort....
the rain is heavy
on a cul-de-sac
inside a bedroom
he feeds her chocolate
from the bedside table
already broken up
into little squares
the crumbs melt into the carpet
her eyes wander around the room
she communicates through nods
and tired smiles
others enter and leave
asking if they could help
or if she needed anything
she gives off a dry cough
before clicking her tongue twice
he closes her eyes
and leaves to tell others
My dozens of followers (okay - my very few) have probably seen this poem already on my Twitter feed from when I posted it last month. But hell - there's no harm posting it again on the actual blog. With the lingering smell of a US presidential election filling the air (which I imagine is a mixture of BBQ sauce and gunpowder) , I felt it was only fair to post a political poem to celebrate the occasion. A rather satirical look on it, but you can probably tell, I don't rate political leaders highly....
I’ll devote all of my remaining years
Sputtering lies you’d want to hear
With old clichés that’ll endear
Me to your worthless hearts.
I’ll act antibacterial clean,
Keep the posh and penniless keen
And suffocate what shan’t be seen.
These lips dare not impart
The treachery, the mulled treason,
The cabinet gossip of the season
Or half a single goddamn reason
For things I’ll do and have done.
And with all I’ve learnt from my BSc
And my stint in the school’s debating team
I’ll decide what should and shouldn’t be
As my word is second to none.
So come! Be leashed and follow me
Through creeks and coves of uncertainty.
Bow down onto a soiled knee
For your undependable son.
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