macstoire
Currently travelling. And writing. Mainly travelling. / / As an insomniac I used to keep a diary as a method of experimental therapy and the entries soon morphed into prose. It took a good few years before I realised and grew some confidence to acknowledge that I am perhaps a poet. / / Now it's a pastime no matter how well I am sleeping and I have been lucky enough to perform at some small UK festivals. I have also become a wedding poet. Apparantly. / / I am a traveller and a socialite so my work is mainly inspired by the world and hedonism. But also becoming an auntie has triggered a juvenile creativity, so I've a mix of things written in both adult and child-like humour.
Have you seen the wombat?
He's chewing on the grass
We wanders around the camp posts
Using them to scratch his ****
Have you seen the wallaby?
They're right outside the door
Don't mind to have an audience
Whilst they graze upon the floor
Have you seen the padimelon?
She's outside amongst the bush
With her baby in her pouch
You can watch them if you shush
Have you seen the possum
And heard them heard them have their fight?
There're out there causing trouble
They'll be playing by the night
Have you seen the humans?
All wrapped up nice and dry
They think they live in nature
But to nature this is a lie!
Sep 14, 2016
Sep 14, 2016 at 12:40 PM UTC
There's a fly in my eye
But inside he waits to die
There's a fly in my ear
But yet inside he wonders
Will he live another year?
There's a fly up my nose
But he has not enough time
To watch his grandchildren grow
All these flies in my hair
I'm not sure I even care
Flies all over me
But I'm here because I'm free
He's here because he's dying
But slowly slowly dying
Watching his body fail him
Function leaving limb by limb
He doesn't even know about the flies
Not anymore
Because he doesn't go outside
No his life is best inside
Whilst it's still with him
Which is why he waits
For it to end
Sep 14, 2016
Sep 14, 2016 at 12:38 PM UTC
I wish I could count the trees
Right here in front of me
Tree upon tree upon tree
How many just baffles me
Sep 14, 2016
Sep 14, 2016 at 12:37 PM UTC
It's your birthday
And you've not hit the hey
Yippee, horay?
Shall we celebrate?
But no
Not with cake
Not now
Or again ever for you
So should we really be cheering?
Sep 14, 2016
Sep 14, 2016 at 12:34 PM UTC
These two aches of mine
Need not be felt
But dare to distort my vision
Removing all rationality
So I'm squirming in angst
And inane anger for even trivia
I'm boiling in bitterness
As they curdle pananoia
And brew me with tension
Tainting me with madness
My thoughts can't be trusted for now
And I've no time for trusting
So stay safely away
Or be wise to forget
To remember me today
Or for the next few
For these b*ggers haunt me
And steal sense and reason
Leaking all logic away
I'm punished by my own fertility
So try desperately to hold strength
And let it be known no offence meant
I but bleed bitchiness
But believe me it's not me
Excuse not made fairly
But these b*stards don't play fair
So know for now
I know I'm beyond difficult
And in temporary madness
But at least my womb works
Sep 14, 2016
Sep 14, 2016 at 12:29 PM UTC
Those words he spoke
Were his last
Not for now
Forever
It is my unfortunate privilege
To be the first to hear
Given to me before time
The time being
Once he is dead
His hands have failed
So he shares me his tongue
Whilst it hangs on
We should never have met
But now I am his accessory
So he gives me honesty
Breaks me his fears
Confesses his feelings
Not for me
I am just a stranger
A stranger he needs
So to give his family
His last chance of love
Sep 13, 2016
Sep 13, 2016 at 1:54 PM UTC
Love like this is living
And she lives to comfort him
To reach his each and every need
As his disease steals his motion
He looses his life slowly
So she sweats beeds for him
No more can he move enough to sweat himself
She's doubled hers instead
And she would double it again
Her life is lived for him
And his is thanks to her
Their life will never be the same again
But they live today
And so today she will wash him
Tend his aches, heal his skin
Massage his feet, give his nails a trim
All with a gentle touch of passion
She caresses him with admiration
On each parting she expels desire for him
And kisses him with adoration
She will break her back for him if she has to
And when he feels the pain
She will wipe his tears away
And she need not say a thing
Because their minds read the same
She holds herself as strong as she holds him
And meanwhile he keeps his humour
He does all he can
Now all he has left is to love
But with love this strong
He will live on
And on
Sep 13, 2016
Sep 13, 2016 at 1:48 PM UTC
Not so nice now
The world turned upside down
When he left us
Feels like is span quickly
Since he passed
I've less to do
But more happening
No responsibility
Only own good will
But enough of that
To always be busy
Sep 13, 2016
Sep 13, 2016 at 1:46 PM UTC
I have packed my bags
But not moved on
It's been two months
Since you've been gone
I've moved away
Fled some miles
Made some distance
Crossed some states
But not yet
Have I moved on
Sep 13, 2016
Sep 13, 2016 at 1:44 PM UTC
Leaving this land that leant me so kindly
And ahead another adventure awaits
Commencing the great ocean crossing
On Bindy Too as Captains first mate
My morning rises early without meaning
Tide tells us when to take Tara
We sail away soon after Seagoon
On our journey across ocean afar
Crossing reef into waters deep
I take a last look at land
And the swell soon sends me sleep
So now life is in the Captains hands
And enters the evening
Not a vessel in sight
Just us and the albatross
On a star filled night
Poor Crash’s tummy tumbles
But she makes friends with the fur
And together they rest outside
Hope for horizon to heel her
By morning land has long left us
Watching the waves and waiting for whale
We’re cruising gently on course
And trawling to feed our tail
But all for no avail
There’s not a tease of a bite
On our own ocean so deep
Yet there’s no fish in sight
We declare the sea broken
Although it treats us quite well
For the motions mostly mild
With a pleasant Pacific swell
The wind’s in our favour
Sometimes we slow by the tide
But the sail is quite simple
So we can rest through the ride
Thankful to take sleep
Our other options are few
Read, write and watch films
Is all we can do
There’s a strong sense of adventure
In all actions of daily life
Approached at an angle with motion
Sometimes to stand takes some strife
On a back-step bathroom adventure
We look down to our death
And to cook in the kitchen
Bashes bruises-front, back, right and left
But after days of rocking
Of these tasks we are tired
And Captains left wondering
Who are these horizontals he hired?
With a whinge and moan
Mainly in jokes and jest
There’s no strike from daily dancing
But Captains diet takes test
The wind picks up force
And gives us some speed
We reduce sail accordingly
To rush, we’ve no need
With the swell meeting squall
The boats motion is much more
Things are crashing and falling
And so we sleep on the floor
So we’re all glad to speak
Of the end that is near
To stand straight and see land
Have a meal with a beer
And so six days later
I wake for sunrise with a smile
Though not quite within vision
We will soon see our Isle
Sure enough within hours
Our destination is seen
Remotely idyllic islands
It looks like a dream
And now within radio range
Comes the voice of our friend
For a course through the coral
His guide he offers to lend
As we take our approach
We cast out a line
And catch Jobfish for dinner
This moment is sublime
Once we’ve dealt with our catch
We take caution through reef
And drop our anchor at bay
With a huge sigh of relief
Time now for a coffee
Served at 90 degrees
In a dream destination
Now everyone’s pleased
Sep 13, 2016
Sep 13, 2016 at 1:40 PM UTC