37/F/Sweden I like playing with words and different languages. I think poems should be funny/ beautiful/ cutting/ sad/ memorable/ personal... not all at once and not in that order. 99 followers / 1.0k words
For the times when you are weak, When things are bad and looking bleak, Know that I am by your side To bear the things you can't abide And every day I sit with you Is another night you'll make it through And every time I hold your hand, I carry the pain you cannot stand
For the times when I feel weak, When muscles ache and eyeballs leak, I know that I am held aloft By a hundred hearts and hands so soft When everything seems to be going wrong The love of friends will keep me strong And whatever life throws we will take it Because I know together we can make it
Hearing you moan about the baby weight While warming up the Cow and Gate Droopy tum and ***** ****** dry And how they leak at every cry Your body will never be the same Ever since the baby came Constantly exhausted beyond all belief When they finally sleep through, dear God, the relief Training and tantrums, toddlers are trying You learn to accept they never stop crying Oh to be one of those wretched souls! Sterilising bottles and benches and bowls Gaining those precious protective pounds Awakening to those unmistakable sounds Washing and folding and wiping and feeding All the work that comes with breeding And now the sun sets on that part of my life Never a mother, only a wife For all those hopes that didn't make it Bun in the oven but unable to bake it Trying not to envy and regret and hate But I just can't shift the baby wait...
The goo-goo gaggle gobble grammar New eggs standing in a roe Alphabetting the Blurb is Cuckoo School kid robots on the go Fopdoodles questing for an ology Dilly-dally on Patagonian trek Mead-merry escalators of industry, Or dudes who lakh in debt? A billion ****** bridegrooms In taffeta take-away Cherry-picking for the species From the matrix DNA Muggles meet at midlife For a Royal English tea Swapping apps for homemade yogurt Just a wee bit too PC And so the dames riddle their speechcraft On the doublespeak roundabout Before Alzheimer's wicked edit Skirts the bone-house bounders **out
This poem was written as an entry to a Telegraph newspaper competition: a poem of no more than 100 words which includes at least 25 from a list of 100 chronicling the history of the English language. The selected words are in bold. It didn't win :) http://www.telegraph.co.uk/culture/books/8824676/From-Riddle-to-Twittersphere-David-Crystal-tells-the-story-of-English-in-100-words.html
uh-oh You're too slow didn't even see where the red ones go wasting your eyeline on waves and hares but the animals only go in by pairs keep it moving, don't be late you can't hide when there's too much on your plate sweating like a cheddar in the midday sun thinking too much for anything to be done time trickles through your fingers like a leaking tap the tide waits for no man so mind the ****** gap load it up, baby, pose and pout shake that *** and move it out dance with the devil, run with the wolves pride is the sin of he who falls.
If the grass is always greener, Stand on both sides of the fence It's possible to play the field while sitting on the bench Jam all your grubby fingers In each and every pie Take the best of both worlds And never study why Don't agonise over choices You can join and beat them Stuff your greedy little face Have your cakes and eat them Don't win some, lose some The winner takes it all Use the rainy day one now There's another in the hall Pop an egg in every basket Get more cooks on that broth The more the ******* merrier And I want the ******* lot.