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
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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 “Al....not tonight.” even if I can’t present you to everyone like a king I’ll just have to give you the world and much more my everything 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.... it’s evening the rain is heavy lamplights 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 hours pass 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. Did you enjoy this poem? Then why not check out my other poems here. And if you're feeling very generous, please do give this a like and a share on Facebook or Twitter. It'll warm my cockles it would. |
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