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 They're dripping out slowly, but here's another one I wrote on my Poetry School course. This is one of my favourite one's I have written - hope it makes you warm and fuzzy inside too. Don't forget to chuck in a like on Facebook or Twitter if you approve!
London sends its love with cross-like kisses each peck dissipates on the pool surface yet you can’t comprehend how it can rain this close to the Tropic of Cancer I limber up before hurdling in embracing the cold flush and the pitter-patter love that seeps across my scalp the sense of carpe diem swallows me whole I invite you to join me open armed you politely decline still mourning the calypso sun and preparing for a day of crosswords until I sweep you up my partner in prime off your flipflopped feet brave the backlash as together we take the plunge |
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