I’m scared I’ll be found in a decomposing state

not very social of late

the cat will be licking my bones clean

no-one will be aware, me, they haven’t seen

Think I need to go for a drink

before, into this mood, I sink

reconnect with the girls

dancing shoes need a swirl

Your not wearing my shoes

so don’t know where I’ve walked

you don’t know why I’m feeling blue

but about me you’ve talked

your actions I found taboo

on my black list your name chalked

If you see the wonder of a fairytale
the midnight trysts of the snail
the laughter of the whale
the hammer being hit by the nail

The elephant afraid of the mouse
the cuckoo burgling a house
the old woman who lived in a shoe
the ghost who couldn’t say boo

The giraffe who hated the smell of his feet
the hyena who’s laughter was like a drum beat
the ant-eater who didn’t eat ants
the day Donald Duck forgot his pants

These thoughts made me giggle
I hope it gave a funny bone a tickle

Love whispered in the breeze
I wasn’t ready made me freeze
love nudged me insistently
ignored it persistently
love tapped me on the back
refused to walk that track
love stopped chasing me
I missed its company

I realised though I declined
it was always there at the back of my mind
I opened my heart and let love in
now in front of friends and kin
I accept love’s company evermore
and share it with whoever knocks at our door

Ignored my intuition
lived to regret my folly
let down my inhibitions
he ran off with my lolly

His twisted dysfunctional lies
I believed without question
my emotions he assailed
his lies too many too mention

Won’t give in to resentment
leave disappoint behind me
I’m sure my money he’s spent
my bright future worth every penny

He’s a lesson well learnt
my eyes well and truly open
my fingers badly burnt
he’ll get his comeuppance, I’m hoping

Awkward and clumsy
not an elegant mumsy
happy but dowdy
not hello but howdy

House not spotless
unkempt and careless
kids ok nonetheless
with her love their blessed

There always well turned out
you’d never hear her shout
laughs as they gad about
only praise from her mouth

I’d rather her any day
than Ms. Prim down the way
she’ll be there come what may
on her shoulder they can lay

29th of February, that’s my birth date

Personally, I’ve always found it great

“Really, your born on a Leap Year”

Some people practically cheer

Instead of 43, I’m actually ten and 3 bits

People’s over-excitement at this can sometimes be the pits

I’m wondering when I’m at deaths door

Do you think they’ll multiply by four?

We walk hand in hand

our own enchanted land

fulfilling what we’ve planned


Treasuring every moment

our love, a drug, so potent

meeting you, I’ll never lament


Today, tomorrow and every day after

I plan to fill with lots of laughter

and know that I’m only getting dafter


I’m devoted to you

dreams can come true

when they’re dreamed by two

The last thing I want to do is hurt you

but it’s on my list

look at things from my point of view

and see why I’m ******

your action, you will rue

bet my friendship you’ve missed

your apology was long overdue

how was my ***, when it was kissed

I wanted a pen
to write my dreams
to silence my screams
to dwell in imaginations den

I looked at the sky
head in the clouds
asked out loud
a plaintive cry

I forgot my request
got on with life
lived through strife
survived the test

I entered a contest for fun
drew a quick sketch
third prize I fetched
oh my, a sky pen, I won

I took it as a sign
to rekindle my fire
this victory inspired
me to pen a line

I’ve found a lost love
a forgotten joy
a much adored toy
a gift from above

It fulfills a need
feeds the soul
makes me whole
I’ve planted a seed

It grows and grows
can take over
I’ll never recover
from poems I sow

I’m soaring, floating
following my pen
escaping reality again
sweetly, softly, drifting

My wings are stretched
I’m travelling worldwide
nothing can hide
nothing’s too far-fetched

Dilly-dallying my day away
strolling down fantasy lane
with my pen I’m playing
brain and hand gone astray

Am I like Dumbo with his feather?
Can I pen without this pen?
if it broke, what then?
Could I even write a letter?

Firing words from pen
shooting from the hip
no risk of punch in lip
safely hidden in my den

Writing stops many a row
it’s a release
iron’s out many a crease
to it’s power I bow

Freedom is anonymity
let emotions speak
coming out, not for the weak
it brings accountability

My pen has the loudest voice
speaks over my own
doesn’t need a microphone
to listen, I’ve no choice

On day’s pen’s not working
I await listlessly
eyeing it continuously
ideas, hovering, lurking

This pen is now an obsession
an all consuming need
I’m overcome with greed
interrupting can cause agression

My time is no longer my time
it’s now ruled by pen
I’m let of now and then
but frequently called back to rhyme

I’m skimming the stars
for inspiration
battling frustration
wish I could traverse on Mars

On make-believe’s loom I weave
today I want to celebrate
pen and I co-operate
it’s absence I’d grieve

I’m living in cloud cuckoo land
this writing lark is easy
and never makes me queasy
everything, today, is grand

Pen has a quirky way of being
some days very liberal
wouldn’t want to take it literal
problems invisible, I’m not seeing

Today pen writes in language of love
expressing itself from the heart
roses and kindness it imparts
fits me snug, like a glove

Whispering sweet nothings in my ear
making me write all twee
writing cute and pretty
causing my dog to leer

Your like a pringle
once I pop, I can’t stop
you make my feet bop
my senses all a tingle

I’m your willing slave
marvelling in your ways
writing in a blissful daze
your company I crave

Now your just being rude
everything you write is naughty
getting me all prim and haughty
I’ll have to work on your attitude

I need to go to sleep
rest my weary head
your inkwell, your bed
don’t want to hear you, not a peep

I’m controlled by invisible string

your my leader, I’m your thing

Do I secretly enjoy

being your toy?

Is all my confidence centred on how you see me?

if you didn’t shout and roar, would I cease to be?

Have I got issues?

blacked out past abuses

Not my first violent relationship

last one ended when he went for a kip

I finished being his wife

with the sharp end of a knife

So who’s controlling who?

Do I like being black and blue?

A common factor you’re both rich

and I’m a conniving *****

so go on hit me again

smile for the hidden lens

You’ve never once licked my ****

but you’ll play forever with my ***

your such a selfish *****

I’m no longer ******* ****

An affair is brewing

Breaking up complicated
too much to arrange
solicitors, family, pain

I just need something
our sitting room (internet cáfe)
is stifling, smothering
communication, zilch
vacant stares
minds elsewhere

Don’t know what to do
but attention I need
before, incomprehensible
now, understandable

An affair is brewing

Fingers trailing my spine

turns me on every time

sweet nothings in my ear

gets me into gear

Kiss me with no speed

I’ll devour you with greed

Set the pace to slow

I’m always raring to go

Talking about people behind their back
bitterness their only track
of stories they have no lack
truth or fiction they don’t care
challenge them if you dare
seeping poison from their pores
now they’ll only hear my snores
as my silent derision roars
pity them their shallow lives
placing in backs their knives

Fairies dancing in the breeze
swinging daintily on flowers leaves
teasing animals as they fly
gone in the blink of their eye

Sprinkling dust as they go
painting nature to and fro
delicately leaving their mark
was that a coy flutter, hark

Giggling as they sprinkled a bee
he sneezed, they tittered prettily
mischievous little sprites
playfully sharing delights

Nighttime falls, they leave the ball
on the wind they sensed a call
homeward bound they meander
leaving behind a world of wonder

Coming on in leaps and bounds
surveying all that he surrounds
banging on his playpen
nearly knocking it over again
think he’s gone to big for that thing
maybe a hang from the door swing
I got him a walker
he just sits still
becomes a talker
it seems that once he’s given the freedom
no longer wants it, more secure in his kingdom
maybe its out of his comfort zone?
makes him feel lost and alone

Is this the same for all of us
banging the walls, making a fuss
if our every wish was granted
would we suddenly feel stranded?
if we live without hope
pretty soon we run out of scope
we need something to rebel against
otherwise our thoughts are filled with angst

Missing girls possessions
Parents obsessions

Doll, clothes, shoes
the parents mull over
they’ll never recover

She’s being missing two months now
still her parents row
“I want her back, NOW”

Recrimination
protestation
Desperation
DESPAIR

Her mum has a frame
with a snip of her hair
she takes it out
and feels it with care
Its her treasure
nothing else can measure
Remembering

Her dad has her favourite book
he keeps it in a secret nook
often compelled to have a look
Remembering

Every morning they run to the door
to meet the postman
first name terms now “Dan”
“Sorry folks, nothing today”
they go inside and pray

She’s no longer headline news
everybody has their views
about which they opine
often over a glass of wine

The parents separate
Can no longer operate
Both consumed by guilty memories
suspicious of each others queries

they no longer gel
trapped in private hell

They need to mourn
but as long as shes still missing
there’s hope
that’s how they cope

I can’t imagine their sadness
hanging on verge of madness

Cradling her newborn in her arms
resisting his obvious charms
hesitantly approaching the steps
taking a long, deep, breath

Whispering a prayer
“God give me strength”
placing her son on the ground
he not uttering a sound

Then his body shakes convulsively
she knows her addiction is his
she knocks on the door and runs
not stopping to see who answers

Scouring the news next day
headlines resonating within
they’ve called him ‘Billy’
to her he’ll always be Paul

There weaning him of the stuff
and looking for his mum
that will never be her
she’s done the right thing

Thinking of his brilliant future
makes her heart sing

Wham, bam

thank you mam

to him your not worth a ****

Your his ****

when he’s down on his luck

when there’s no-one to ****

Your worth so much more

he’ll make your heart sore

show him the door

Ocean eyes
so deep and blue
I drown in their hue
beautiful and intoxicating
I promise I’m not overrating
Long lashes
silken sashes
but what enthrals
most of all
is the love that I see
When they gaze at me

His voise deep and husky

it’s incredibly ****

his tone when he says my name

if he was playing I’d be in the game

a gentle, slow, ****** attack on my aural senses

I think he’s my marital nemesis

teasing and seducing me

albeit unwittingly

I can’t touch him enters my mind

to his looks I’m blind

he’s the new office stationery man

and I’ll take the call whenever I can

He promised me ecstasy
I got sausage and chips
He promised me kisses twee
too short on my lips
He got down on one knee
couldn’t get up with his hips
he promised me he was free
my ear his girl clips

Cinema queue

two by two

Noah’s ark

fumbles in dark

I’m alone

small cone

whispering seats

touching feet

living a whim

2 hours escapism

don’t need a ‘him’

Comfortable in my skin

happiness and peace within

not a shut-down ******

just always on the go

excellent company

film, icecream, me

26 letters arranged and rearranged
when don’t form poetry can drive you deranged

when work they form tales
that can your senses assail

they take you to a different place
and bring out emotions you can’t trace

they can make you smile, cry and laugh
the power in a few paragraphs

they can move you to the depths of your soul
thats the magic of the poets role

My particular ride

take it in my stride

Fate has orchestrated my path

her decisions, my aftermath

She’s given me ups and downs

some tears and some frowns

She has showered me with joy

bad news actually a clever ploy

She’s a delicious minx

sometimes evil methinks

Must remember she’s just a guide

easy to blame her I’ve tried

She gave me a rough draft

Upto me to hone my craft

Life is made of many lessons

Even bad days have blessings

She supplied me with the gear

upto me what route I steer

So thank you fate

today I’m doing great

a beautiful face
fades with the decades
there’s no beauty compared to what we hide
cushioned and treasured inside-


the tears we’ve cried
the people who’ve died
the times we’ve tried
the dreams we’ve aspired
the friends we’ve carried-


a beautiful personality
lasts for eternity

Walking around with his nose in the air
thinking he’s so debonair
missing important stuff as he go
things he doesn’t even know
his mouth is as large as his ego
thinks everyone should go with his flow
believes they wait for his magic to unfold
their feelings he doesn’t want to be told
a harsh taskmaster
wants everything faster
he’s an awful boss
him, I wouldn’t like to cross

I scuttle of into the sunset
my pillows my sunbed
my blanket suns warmth
the pools in my head
I’m swimming a length
my book I have read
my body is spent
this day was a long tread
I’ll sleep back to health

He oozes oil

down to his fingertips

his winning smile

devouring your hips

he’ll spread his seed anywhere

creates offshoots, he doesn’t care

Power surges through my finger-tips

as I confidently grab his hips

urging him to go faster

I’ve overtaken as master

My inner goodess purrs

my confidence soars

at his muffled curse

as he comes he roars

But now I’m frustrated

my needs not sated

a moment ago elated

now oddly deflated

Oh, he’s down there

I’m writhing without care

ecstasy, delight

****** in full flight

He’s her private dancer
he enchants her
his fluid limbs romance her

She’s obsessed
her soul he possess
his movements undress

Power is obscured
he never says a word
but she is always lured

He’s paid to fulfil her whim
but she’d do anything for him
he’s away, her lights go dim

One day he doesn’t show
her jealousy aglow
“Where is he”? she wants to know

She raises his fee
doesn’t see the irony
thinks “he’s dancing only for me”

Today he doesn’t dance for her
she can see to him it’s a chore
he doesn’t do an encore

She knows its his swan song
to another he belong
to cage him, wrong

She swallows every pill
in her mind he’s dancing for her still
she pays his last bill

He was her private dancer
his last dance lance her
deep sleep enchants her

I became we

since matrimony

problems shared

feelings aired

no easy ride

some days I haven’t tried

but right now, today

everything’s okay

it’s well worth the trip

were joined at the hip

accepting each others flaws

our achievements, applause

having each other’s back

keeps us on the right track

You hit me so hard

I couldn’t breathe

marking your card

I inwardly seethe

Sleeping so soundly

the tablets worked

grinning broadly

suitcase packed

Trying to lighten the press of years

curbing self-pitying tears

my grip on sanity tenuous

the act of smiling strenuous

for a while now I’ve wanted to leave

give my body a reprieve

my soul has long since left

my aching bones bereft

my kids visit begrudgingly

albeit acting lovingly

easy to sense when somethings not real

I send out a silent appeal

Persuade the doctors  to let me go

my quality of life is gone, you know

the stroke has robbed me of many joys

much more than even I realise

I can no longer touch

I want to so much

not able to read or write

trapped, stolen, my sight

Ironically I can only communicate with my eyes

and their pleading for you to quicken my demise

an extra pill now and then

a wrong dose of medicine

I resent your care

the way my grandkids stare

this home is my cell

can’t you tell?

Let me fall into a deep sleep

you won’t hear a sound, not a peep

I’ll go knowing, I was wrong, your love was real

you finally heard my silent appeal

Your not wearing my shoes

so don’t know where I’ve walked

you don’t know why I’m feeling blue

but about me you’ve talked

your actions I found taboo

on my black list your name chalked

When I’m down

Will you be my clown?

When the cards are on the table

Will you be able?

When I want to misbehave

Will you be my willing slave?

When I’m filled with glee

Will you laugh with me?

When my well has dried up

Will you fill my cup?

All of these things you’ve already done

That’s how I know you’re the ‘one

You’ve opened my lock

You’re my steadfast rock

I’ll love you for eternity

It’s always going to be

You and me

Gripping you as hard as I can

not letting go your my man

she’s become your no. 1 fan

jealousy’s her name, revenge her plan

You’ve given me no reason to feel this way

but I feed her passion every day

she constantly wants to play

always ready, your faults, to display

The time you smiled at the check-out girl

she got my head all in a whirl

whispering things, emotions to unfurl

I’m finding her hard to control

Yesterday she followed you

her actions I rue

hateful words she did spew

while making sure your in her view

I know she’ll do something and we’ll be over

our relationship won’t be able to recover

you’ll find a more trusting lover

and not have to travel undercover

I’m sorry for me

but she feels no pity

happily destroying me

Tantalising sea

calling to me

enveloping waves

I’m enslaved

“No” I’m being saved

it’s the end I crave

dragged back to shore

stranded, once more

Bruised wrists

****** trysts

throbbing lips

thrusting hips

burning desire

***** on fire

What’s that noise?

another surprise

over the precipice

drowning in bliss

Growing apart

losing heart

a soul’s dart

No-one to blame

ennui’s shame

break-ups name

My last resting place
water I want to face
place me in a field of green
trees and flowers my screen
find me a quiet little spot
not too cold and not too hot
visit me when you can
when you need too thats my plan
enjoy the lovely view
take a minute or two
sit down and reminisce
I’ll feel your presence
Talk to me as if I’m there
Share every trouble, every care
whatever emotion you bring
be aware I’m listening
I’ll be always glad to see you
but your absence I won’t rue
I’ll know that your out there living
the thought of that such joy your giving

No longer walk of shame

but stride of pride

girls don’t take blame

up for the ride

Some like been chained

not to the sink

In handcuffs restrained

whipped to the brink

I envy them their pluck

their do-as-they please

they don’t give a ****

happily on their knees

I’m looking for someone

she’s gone away

she used to be so gay

never a cross word to say

nowadays it’s a mood swing

Where’s she gone?

where’s she hiding?

She used to be patience personified

people’s traits glorified

now she’d be happy if they fried

where she used to laugh, she’s now cried

I can’t find her, I’ve tried

Hot ****** energy

seeping through my pores

sashaying wantonly

I kneel on all fours

He grabs my buttocks

and enters fast

a hard rough ****

fulfills my lust

Withdrawing slowly

he slaps my ***

Oh, what he does to me

I, once again, come

My name is Ben
I am ten
I’m down by the glen

It’s quite lonely here
Just me, Dad and the deer

We’ve ran away, you see
I don’t know who’s looking for me
My mam and maybe Lucy who’s three

My mam wanted us to go
Away from Dad, and all I know

To make a fresh start
In some foreign part
I told Dad, he called mum a ****
and said over his dead body
Was she taking me

I went for my usual stay
Every Sunday was Dad’s day
He asked me did I want a few days of school
We’d take a trip, I said “cool”

It feels like forever we’ve been here
Me, dad and the deer
I miss my mam, wish she were here
I even miss Lucy, who I thought I didn’t like
But I wish i could hold the little tyke

My name is Ben
I am ten
I’m down by the glen