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When you are full of yourself, then you are nothing, empty yourself and absorb the nothingness, you will be eternal
The words do not scream
It’s the inner turmoil
Which blasts out the words
Fired like missiles
Landing on opponent’s heart
Desecrating the feelings
Why such vitriol
That can burn everything
Another war of words
For words come easy
To wipe out precious feelings
 Nov 2014 Paula Lee
betterdays
for me
between
the points of A&B;

there is a world
of meandering serenity

of roses to be smelt
and duly admired

of love and laughter
to indugle in

food to be desired
and consumed with
gusto

words and their meanings
in which to become
joyfully mired

synapses to be fired
by moments so wonderful
they can not be described

by kisses, short sweet pecks
or long langorous invitations

by studying raindrops
and watching things grow

in spending moments
finding the sun
becoming one being
in tune with so many

from A to B

never a straight line
for me...
so easily i stray
off the path....
so easily  i sit
and listen to the worlds wonder
i am a daydreamer....
through and through.
 Nov 2014 Paula Lee
betterdays
time
and time
again

i awake
my soul
surprised
by the
blessings
in my life

somewhere
sometime
i must have
done something

exceptionally
wonderful
because

karma
gave
me

you..
­
and
the little
boy god

and
all the other
multitudinal
bits of
good stuff

that
make me
smile

each
and
every
day
 Nov 2014 Paula Lee
betterdays
you
sitting all the way
over there

me sitting all the way
over here

inbetween us
a tabletop lake
of frosted silence

all that remains
the question

who will go
ice skating
first
 Nov 2014 Paula Lee
betterdays
i am just days away
from turning.....
older.

and in truth,
meloncholy with it....

this year has stretched,
long and hard with
sickness, accident and death.

and my feet drag,
in self indulgent sorrow.
i should be glad,
to have survived.
i should live my time
with joy.....and  vigour.

but...the empty places
at the table
and the cards...
unsent.....sadden me.

perhaps,
this is just another sign
of the wonky biological
clock that is mine...
that now works
on peri-menopausal time
and this sorrow,
is just hormones and
little baby loves
saying farewell
as they waft
into the never to be....

i am still young,
somewhere within me
full of promise, pleasure
and passion pop...

but, the me
that groans
and creaks
and clicks
as i fall out of bed
to feed the cat...
the child, and the man
then washes the clothes
and goes off to inspire
a class of
bright young things
come home, cooks diner
writes fatuous poetry
while watching tv
before falling back
into the unmade bed

looks upon this weekends
festivities with dread...
and if honest....
would much prefer that it
all be forgotten....or kept low key.....
bah....humbug....
little grumblebug bitten me..
time for another load of washing...
i'll get with the program...i've got till next week....
 Nov 2014 Paula Lee
betterdays
almost,
but not quite
ambiguous....
sadness in flight

a butterfly,
caught out
by  a sprinkler,

drifts, disabled
to the ground
and lies there,
flapping, weakly
til death comes.

there is a larger
truth hidden here...
behind the destruction
of  fragile beauty

but it is lost.....
as the ants find
the exquisite  feast
and  i turn my attention
elsewhere....
 Nov 2014 Paula Lee
betterdays
it is sunday morning,
early....
the boys, still asleep
the nanna,  still asleep
just me....
and the recently fed,
but hoping for more,
blucat shadow,
walk in the garden,

leaving imprints in
the dew laden grass.
i make my way,
with murping shadow
to the fish pond.
we, sit upon the rocks
and watch the koi,
glide smoothly by...

i slowly introduce my
hand,
to the still night-cool water and wait....
for the fish kisses.
the blucat is entranced,
eyes intent on the slow moving tails,
ears forward and twitching....

overcome by
such blatant tempatation,
he makes a swipe
at the gold and black  
goodness.....
and in a flash.....
they are gone ....and he,
is left sheepishly licking
a wet veleveteen paw....

back to me....
not wanting to
see me laughing
.....at his foolishness.
he has never once caught at fish....but does not stop him
trying....lol
 Nov 2014 Paula Lee
Poetic T
I saw  pig wearing white fronts
I looked
Perplexed,
Confused,
Laughter,
Then came out,
"Never wear white, with an **** like that"
Trotters to small to wipe,
"Skids bigger than the grand canyon"
Brown with white, I
Gagged,
Heaved,
Smelling,
Like crap, I just looked as it went
Past, I started to follow as it
Trotted along, It stopped turned
"Growling at me"
Woof Woof GGrrrrr...
"Ok its not just me? don't pigs OINK"
I stared open mouthed, fingers in ears
Making sure no wax had altered the sound,
"Did you just bark and growl at me"
"Ok I'm now talking to a barking pig"
It stared for a moment
Me at it , it at me
Then it clucked
Cluck,
Cluck,
Cluck,
Front trotters flapping wildly in the air,
And then quiet
From the white which turned more brown
Now fell an egg not white
You can guess what dropped upon the floor,
Shaped like an egg, but smelt rotten to the core,
Then it walked off on all fours,
"I was puzzled"
"A dog"
"A chicken"
"What more"
"I am forever off eggs"
Never seeing them the way I saw before,
It trotted to a farm,
A farmer I saw before my eyes
Opened mouthed, hands jested towards
The pig, dog, chicken thing,
O you meet harry, he's special you've seen
That's nothing wait and see,
"Harry what do you wish to tell the gentlemen"
"Dear sir"
"Would you mind paying up"
For what I confusingly said??
"I'm the worlds only ventriloquist"
"Porker"
"Now you have experienced the show"
"Now pay up"
"I may be a porker, but I not stupid"
"The talking is extra"
What,
Why,*
What,
Is all that spilled from my mouth
I handed over notes,
£10
£20
£30
Mouth still open, as I walked
Before I knew it at the hotel I strolled
In to my room, friends standing around
"What you get up too"
"You'd think I was telling porkers"
"Want a bacon sandwich"
I look at them opened mouthed
"Really"
They say I was as white as a ghost
"No"
I replied,
"I'm a vegan"
Since when they asked??
**"Since about thirty six minutes ago"
Never looking at bacon the same or white fronts Gag :)
 Nov 2014 Paula Lee
Poetic T
"I killed someone today"*
"I looked him in the eye"
"Put a gun to his head"
Blood,
Brains,
Skull
Fragments litter the cotton white floor,
"But was I sorry, did I regret"
What was done,
NOoooooooo.....
"Lets rewind a moment"
There we go, a little more,
REWINddddd............
It was meant to be frustrated,
With oneself, no other just me
But you can only
Scream,
Shout,
Quietness
Is the most deafening of sounds,
Choices were thought, while looking
At that face, I should have ended it long ago,
But that was before, and know its
"To late"
I smiled when I put the gun to the forehead
Who's chicken now ******,
"I hesitated"
But then laughter spilled out,
*******,
*******,
AND ******* TOO....
Must have said it a couple of times,
Then with ease it locked back, one
Finger up in the air, one
Pulled the trigger, then  
Blood,
Brains,
Skull
Fragments litter the cotton white floor,
And I died  happy, that the voice
Never won, I had looked them
In the eye and ended this lie,
I died with a smile upon my face
And with in those moments of
Life
&
Death
I knew peace, the voices quietened and
I died  silent with a smile upon my face.
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