I remember when poems were good not **** like this!

Poetry ban, ****** abomination
Made error on poetic licence application

I nibbled my apple right to the core
But my lunch box was empty, I still wanted more
So I thought, what the hell, there’s no one around
And I chewed it all up and swallowed it down

Upon the next day on my way back from school
The bus had broke down, I felt awfully full
We were all simply stranded with no help in sight
I was going to burst I had to alight

Now my house wasn't far, a ten minute walk
But I just couldn't wait and I hadn't a cork
So I slide down the bank to a spot underneath
And when I had finished I found me a leaf

Now ten years have passed and right on that route
Stands a proud apple tree all laden with fruit
So just with my bottom I managed to grow a tree
And now reminisce with my poo-a-tree poetry

Clickety clack, clickety clack go the perfect white plastic teeth as they clip together
Reality bites like a pair of comedy dentures sprung from the pocket of a sad faced clown
Look again; are they plastic? Or are they waterloo teeth plucked from the warm corpse of a cold friend
Either way they are far too close to my face for this to be funny.
For redemption he squeezes his droopy flower between finger and thumb
But to no avail.....The comedy squirt is missing; it is as dry as the tears on his powder white cheek
Squeak, squeak, squeak goes the wheel on his unicycle as he painfully pedals away
But it is not he that failed you....No it is those that stole the part of you that used to be easily pleased
Like thieves in the night, feasting on your happiness and enjoying the thought of wonderful you falling from your erroneously perceived perch
Well let them take their pound of flesh, if they can rejoice in my pain it will only erode them from the inside out
I renounce such bitterness because before long I will find me again, I will be stronger and better
I will take flight and alight a pedestal far higher than the one they imagined I thought I was on


“Just words!” screams that child in my soul...Actions are stifled like the image of a five year old you with a cloth clasped to the face; breathing on the anaesthetic evil of life.
You want to help but you can only see him through the one way glass of time, what is done is done and can only be undone through reliving this terror and fixing the damage
His struggle is short lived and the monsters descend, dragging him by a foot naked and bruised, head banging the contours of this corridor of depravity
He cannot hear your screams but his fill your ears like the blood of a million paper cuts, not one measured but together a pain like no other
Where was his saviour? Or was he always considered as a low risk category a misconception of strength and need
Was his ***, the white of his skin, the bread on his table, the money in his mothers pocket and the education he received render him ineligible for salvation
In short...“Yes”...he was expected to save himself and learn to save others...Those less fortunate.
Little do they know in some ways, once you’ve scratched the surface, they were far luckier
Their vices were less harmful than his own devices, as a little knowledge is dangerous
With great power comes great responsibility but some can be responsible for others without learning to take care of themselves.

I'm such a devil, terrible rebel, eleven words on a Thursday!

Sarcasm, the lowest form of wit
Yet if the highest form is wasteful, the lowest form could fit

You can read my text
You can like my text
You can comment on my text
You can even hate my text
But understand these compositions aren’t for you
They’re for me... and her.....but mostly me.

Sometimes I read them as if I was brave enough to send them
Sometimes I read them in her voice, in my head
Sometimes she smiles and laughs, still in my head
Sometimes she just sighs and fakes a laugh
If in my head I picture her with much scorn I tear it up and start again

I wonder if she’d like these thoughts
I wonder if she’d like me more
I wonder if she also writes
Her love letters were so beautiful, of this I am sure

Dropped toast span hitting floor
Butter on carpet, sod's law

For the second time in March we have snow
Could someone please wake spring from her slumber
She should be here by now fighting the good fight, wiping clean the wintersmiths frosty drawings

Last year she had tucked him away
She had read him his bedtime story
Last year we had seventeen, this year we have merely two

How he must be laughing, running amok through the hills and the valleys
Turning everything white with a wave of his hand
But where is she? Even he must miss her so, even he must be longing to dance

Still it is not his place to question
He can only do what is in him to do
With a sigh he exhales a bitter northerly wind and coats the confused daffodil with a jacket of ice

Then off he goes dancing alone
Spinning wildy through the towns like a leaf in a web
Stopping only to place his hands on those foolish enough to leave flesh exposed

Maybe she has forsaken us
Maybe she has resigned her post
Like when the last ice age hit and she took a sabbatical

I hope she has just slept in
Or maybe she is just getting ready for the grandest of entries
Yes let us hope she is just sorting through her vast collection of colourful dresses

Because if she does not appear and dance the dance of seasons change
If she doesn't take the wintersmith by the hand and sing him softly to sleep
Then that giant golden skinned adonis of a man summer will not come!

Without her he will not appear
Without her beauty we will not feel the warmth of his love
Oh someone please wake spring from her slumber

Only the Irish could appoint a Welsh slave their patron

And all the fishes in the sea,
They swim around but they don't swim as fast as me
And all the birds that are in the skies,
They swoop and dive but then you've never seen me fly
It's because I'm Superman, It's because I'm Superman

Tell me darling it’s all true, I’ve not flipped tonight
I’d do anything for you, I’d eat kryptonite!

Sometimes I look through walls,
I’ve seen you through your clothes
I’ll catch you if you fall,
I'll fly you round the world
I’m just a man of steel,
Can stop a speeding train
I’ve told you how I feel,  
Won’t you be my Lois Lane,  
Won’t you be my Lois Lane.

Tell me darling it’s all true, I’ve not flipped tonight
I’d do anything for you, I’d eat kryptonite!

Today she brought her lunch in a Tesco’s bag
She had Co Op cheese,
Waitrose rolls,
And Sainsbury’s basic butter

Does she not care that people see she shops around!?

Tear me open, you outta
'Instant poet just add water'

It’s not you son, it’s not your brother
It’s just between me and your mother

Then he left.......and everything changed

I lost my full time lover, sadly to another, just as my mother, rightly predicted
Maybe he was boulder, I was just older, I didn't hold her, like this **** did
It was one night only, but now she's lonely, he can't dethrone me, after eight long years
She should know better, I suppose I let her, she was wetter, than a fish behind the ears
So she took flight you know, I didn't fight it though, she was right to go, because she cheated
From the truth she'd hide, she always lied, but with friends by my side, I was not defeated

Delicately you place your words, beautifully moulded, a true window too your soul
Exposed to the world courageously
Pegged out for all to see like silky knickers on the line

I envy such craft

My words are crudely hacked from the dictionary and flung from the shoulder like the carcass of some unwanted vermin
Left in the dust for the circling vultures to swoop down and pick to the bone

But I am just a chrysalis waiting in my cocoon

One day I shall become refined
One day I shall find the honey and not the sting
One day I shall sow my words like seeds
I shall watch them burst into a thousand different colours and dance playfully in the meadows breeze.

The best made plans of mice and men often go awry
So why make plans you cannot keep, why d’we even try?
Why does man seek comfort in familiarity?
When familiarity breeds contempt
Why do we miss this unsubtle hilarity?
Within all the things we’ve dreamt

I’m not giving in just giving up
I’m going to let life wash over me and overflow my cup
I’m going to take all that it offers, even if it’s not expected
And live each day as they come as if they’re not connected
I won’t get what I want, I’ll get what I need
I shall cast off the shackles, unbridled and freed

I shall walk bare foot through the grass and savour the cool crisp air
I shall live only for the moment as if I just don’t care!

She lived so effervescently, so vivid, so iridescent
The brightness of her life force knew no equal
She burnt like oxy acetylene a blinding, blazing, brilliance
But once extinguished there can be no sequel

For soon her radiant light grew dim
Like the flame of a candle dancing in a cold draft
Though vulnerable her spirit lingers
She knew her days were numbered
Like the doors in the hospital corridors
Her flame went out, like it was pressed between wetted fingers

I'll never forget those despairing eyes the very last time ours met
Washed away as my love was drained but that's not why her cheeks were wet
She knew it could not be the same, she knew our time had passed
On her lips, another's name, despoiled I stood aghast
How could a love so sweet ruin so quick
What was once thought everlasting, die without being sick
How could she be so reckless with a kinship deemed so hallow
Burdened with the weight of love on shoulders far too narrow
I begged her to share her woes, alas her tongue held fast
I bargained with a currency of joyous days gone past
Her mind was set, where plentiful lakes of passion once sprung from her heart
Lay a baron desolate wasteland, two extremes, poles apart
I had to close my eyes and curse the stars above
I couldn't watch her wash away in a flash flood of my love.

I’m fine at work, I’m me again
I don’t think of women when surrounded by men
All in this together, all in the same boat
But come Five O’clock, I’m cut loose to float
I’m sat in my dingy, alone once more
Just sat in my dingy, without an oar
Again cast adrift to float through this sea
Like life of Pi, yet no one but me
Bobbing around, sending up flares
But nobody notices, nobody cares
Hardly aware I’m feeling this pain
Then come Nine O’clock I’m needed again

Two trees now lean
One lost trampoline

Hardly a hurricane.

Largely loathing laborious loveless life
Lustless, listless lacking lady lifemate

My head swoons upon exhalation an expectation of exhilaration
A sharp burst of pleasure, a tingling measure of raw and unrefined lust
Dopamine courses through our brains, as pupils dilate, we can’t wait
Scrabbling like starved mongrels, tearing at each others clothes

Lips locked our tongues meet in open mouthed passion
Uninhibited, unbridled, no holds barred
Mouthing lobes and unguarded necks, teasing flesh with the brush of teeth
Vulnerable yet willing, surrendered to the inevitability of need

Fingers tracing gently across trembling skin, fumbling therein
Mounds of ample pink flesh, in firm press
Bodies arched and contorted, twisted together as natures root
Incalescent fervour, further ardour, lost in a single moment

No world, just boy and girl, dancing the dance of desire
Swaying like willows, propped amongst pillows, hands clasped as tempo completes
Enbosomed things slow, grinding to a halt, heavy breathed and spent
Basking in the afterglow of satisfaction..........life could not be so sweet

Twas my very first day at the poetry factory
A man took my name and wouldn't give it back to me

"You make a name for yourself by sweeping up letters
And gradually son, you get better and better"

So nameless and soulless I wandered unsure
Sweeping my words from the factory floor
I'll make one so big,  everyone knows
Apprentice to master of poems and prose

Goose bumps form
My skin crawls
In a good way

Muted skies dim the light, as deep dark clouds roll across the big wide blue
The air is alive with the anticipation of electrical discharge
The wind whips up, catching the vane, spinning it round unsure where to point
The temperature drops, but not unpleasantly, as it cools the skin and soothes the tension
Drip by drip it all begins, each single drop picking its own spot on the dusty road
Sparsely and sporadically, as random as the stars in the night they plot their course to earth
Within seconds the duration between drips lessens and the unblemished dry becomes the spots
The heavens open and the deluge commences, spots turn to puddles and puddles to pools
Soon the gutters are awash with ***** water and debris; small streams emerge and meander across the roadways
People scatter and rush for shelter, shielding themselves from the rain with whatever comes to hand
Then all of a sudden lightening comes fourth, with the grandest of entries, splitting the old oak in twain
Black too its trunk, burnt by immense power, leaving it dismembered in a cacophony of sound
The rain doesn't ease but steps up in pace and fills all the dips and curves in the land
Then as if the taps have been turned, it slows and stops and the sun peaks around the corner of its shroud
The blanket is lifted, the brilliant sun is now back in all its glory and the temperature rises once more
Within an hour the air is humid and the road reappears, the storm has passed soon to be forgotten, but not by the once mighty oak

A terrible fall in the autumn of my life
I met an ugly woman and that woman's now my wife
She's ugly on the inside and ugly on the out
She's really mean and nasty she always has to shout
So I put her up on eBay and wrote 'she's really nice'
But nobody was interested she was only checked out twice
So if you like them old and ugly or even mean and nasty
Please ring Billy on 0789967893

Time's on my side if I don't let it burn.
Though it keeps slipping by and I won't ******* learn!

Rejoicing in her splendour, feeling truly blessed
I kiss her tenderly on her brow and hold her too my chest
I whisper softly in her ear, sweet words to make her smile
Such warm embrace, the perfect place, to linger for a while

If I paint the perfect picture on the canvas of my heart
I'd have to keep things simple, I was never good at art
Yet with words, it seems, I'm easily led
I try too hard, I lose my thread

So in short

I do love you! I cannot have you, life is cruel
You do love me, you cannot have me, our time is due
Until that time, we must soldier on
You send mail and I'll write songs

It is what we do!

If fate permits, I and I, will be me and you!!! ***

Don't be so vague
Be specific now please Craig

"Take my hand as planned" she said
Leaning from the precipice with outstretched arm
"But what if I slip your grip" I said
Fearing my heavy bones could pull us both to harm
"I won't let go!" she cried
"I know, I know!" I replied
"It's what I fear the most"

"Please just go on without me, you surely know the way"
But she didn't even answer and I knew my love would stay

It was all or nothing
Both free or dashed upon the rocks as one
But no more suffering

Again her hand dropped down above me
"Come on we'll soon be safe"
So I placed my hand in hers and took that leap of faith

I wonder was your Tuesday fun
Mine has just begun

Since all my thoughts became entwined, I find it hard to pick one out
Since all my words have muddled up, I cloud my judgement with self doubt
Since all my lines have merged as one, I find it hard to even think
Since all my poems sound the same, I think I'm probably wasting ink