I’m present
but absent
here
but gone away
body visible
spirit invisible
people talking
not listening
lost
private battle
need
to heal
hibernate

A lot of machines
are a lot like women
you have to read the manual
and press the right buttons

Machines can have a hissy fit
just won’t work thats it
you’ve pressed the wrong button
or turned the wrong key
today machine will cause misery

But treat them right
tend to their needs
and they’ll perform day and night
machine gives out what you feed

So be a good mechanic
be your machines tonic
bring the oil
for you it will toil

but remember
and keep an eye on when
every machine
needs a service now and then

People watching

boredom dodging

he’s an accountant

she’s probably a taunt

that one has to be a mum

looks like everyone’s chum

quickly avoiding their gaze

when your searching eyes they face

A world of make-believe

On imaginations loom I weave

some days my presence it leaves

its absence causes me to grieve

other days it wants to celebrate

I marvel at what it can create

free your mind, let it stray

let your dreams come out to play

plant the seed and let it grow

where you’ll end up I don’t know

Married a delectable rose

couldn’t forsee the woes

her actions would compose

A flirtatious flower

men with kisses shower

her mysterious power

She spread her petals far and wide

his beautiful bride

no longer a source of pride

a lingering scent

he now repents

the passion he spent

His rose had thorns

his feelings scorned

her loss he mourns

She’s a man-pleasing dresser

Women’s envy does not stress her

Short and tight for her is right

Some women’s lips purse tight

She’s got a bust

Show it she must

She wants a man’s lust

She smirks with delight

At every wife’s plight

When her husband can’t

get her out of his sight

Try as he might

She’s here to please

She’s every man’s squeeze

Touch her, if you want to please

Married, single, give it a try

For her all men apply

She’s a **** with a heart

you and your money need not part

You see, she can’t help but flirt

It fills her with mirth

She’s been like that since birth

If you want a fling

She’s a sure thing

You may think she’s a harlot

She just thinks she’s smart

She’s got what she wants down to a fine art

She’s a man-pleasing dresser

Women’s envy does not stress her

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

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’ve just had an epiphany

it’s okay to be me

I’m full of insecurity

I can no longer hold my ***

some days my glass is empty

I can’t make coffee

but

I make my friends laugh with glee

I have the love of my hubby

my son says he’s proud of me

so

tomorrow I’m going to be

the best me I can be

Bruised wrists

****** trysts

throbbing lips

thrusting hips

burning desire

***** on fire

What’s that noise?

another surprise

over the precipice

drowning in bliss

Impressionable young women
encouraged to enter a trade
that oft belittles and degrades
detrimental to mental health
not worth the short-term wealth
people have become inured
forget the pain often endured
reality becomes obscured
to enter a life of vice
women can feel they have no choice
no other way they recognise
fed by their dealers lies
I always picture it seedy
making a living from the needy
pimps are just plain greedy
big men, in fact, weedy
I’m told its consensual
to me thats nonsensical
is it anyway factual
maybe ‘John’s’ whimsical

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

Your the air around me
you comfort me constantly

Safe I feel in your presence
I can sense your essence
You never leave
so I don’t have to grieve

People think I’m cold
as yet I haven’t been so bold
to tell them that your still here
and because of that there’s nothing I fear

The sound of children's laughter

leaves a warm glow, after

the tinkling of their giggle

in my walk a wiggle

life's most precious gift

always my mood lifts

I'm a museum piece

locked away

encased in glass

breakable

sign says "Do Not Touch"

ignore it please

set me free

from my captivity

I've built this cage

caused by impotent rage

walls built up over time

protection from everyone and everything

I'm rusting away

looking pristine externally

but not internally

break through my reserve

I'm begging you

Dressed in pink
her hair a cute kink
a sweet button nose
dainty little toes
giggles so sweet
when I tickle her feet
my friends toddler
an awkward waddler
she calls me Suey
makes me all gooey
china blue eyes
hypnotise
skin like porcelain
I drink her in
fills me with desire
lights my maternal fire

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

I accept you warts an’ all
my heart didn’t see them when it fell
I realise now your a know-it-all
a fact your ever-ready to tell
I finally met my Mr. Right
always ready to fight a cause
remonstrating day and night
didn’t know his first name was always

Land of saints and scholars

not for us dog collars

no tying me up

only church wine, I sup

if I’m bound

it’s to the sink

head bowed and shouldn’t think

no *** please, I’m Irish

no flattery, that’s fresh

birth control is down to rhythm

stop those little ***** swimming

not allowed use a ******

I’ll have to take it up the ***

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

You’ve never once licked my ****

but you’ll play forever with my ***

your such a selfish *****

I’m no longer ******* ****

Stars are angel’s eyes

past loved one’s smiles

gazing at us lovingly

shining bright so we can see

the sun protects them in the day

radiating light so they can lay

next time you see a full moon

he’s filling in, new stars coming soon

Reality an unwelcome intruder

bills, what could be ruder

want to stay in a place of illusion

facts cause too much confusion

don’t tell me the truth, tell me what I want to hear

of flattery and guise I have no fear

I live in a world of my creation

can say, I’ll never move, with no hesitation

Parading
Masquerading
Players of the night
Ladies take flight
Promises galore
But they only want to score
The blokes keeping a tally
Bonding, getting pally
Adding up kisses
Laughing at near misses
The word respect
Has no effect
Boys will be boys
Girls their toys

Everything’s great except for ***

your always there and caring

but in the bedroom, you leave

and your **** takes over

considerate man becomes a selfish *****

it doesn’t interest you that I don’t come

your only concerned if you don’t

foreplay consists of you asking

actually doing never happens

I’m sick talking about it

because you never listen

if I see that smug smile again

I won’t be responsible

I give you a *******

when you can’t finish

you never think of finishing me

I’m in a constant state of disillusion

don’t believe in affairs

but now see the reason some do

Let your pen be the

match and strike the page alight

writing words that burn

He wanted a ***** enlarger

gave him a magnifying glass

I said “where’s the food go”

he replied “look at your ***”

He likes to call me his experience

what he calls all his mistakes

I call him my grievance

my heart he constantly breaks

When he yawns he gets to open his mouth

otherwise he tends to keep stum when I’m about

he lives poor, so he can die rich

calls me an overspending *****

Were no longer love’s young dream

when I see him I want to scream

I **** his ills with pills

his money pays his funeral bills

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

I’m waiting
waiting
through my day
for a poetic idea
to come my way
to waft on by
and
hopefully
catch my eye

I’m waiting
daydreaming
dilly-dallying
doodling
my time away
waiting for my
brain to go astray
if a poem
happens my way
it’s never a wasted day

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

She loved it on him

Made her want to sin

He fulfilled her every whim

Always gave in

How he feels without her

Snuggled in its hue

Sitting in her chair

Such a sad view

The colour of her kitchen

He smiles unknowingly

Remembers her *******

Though always wittily

Her perfume simply called blue

Lingers in the air

He dabs a tear or two

Imagines sniffing her hair

Parents called her Violet

How could they have known

Her favourite palette

And she not grown

Jarred out of his reverie

A clapping of tiny feet

His hand taken lovingly

As she dances to her own beat

Violets legacy, beautiful

Her eyes a gorgeous shade

He called her Belle

Can’t believe what they’ve made

He drinks her eyes in

That colour unique

Breaks into a grin

His future not so bleak

I’m on my last nerve
and your standing on it
my mood needs to swerve
like zapping a zit
my mouth needs to curve
but I’m down in a pit
I’ve lost my verve
vanished my wit
my bed I crave
from this day I quit

Enslave me with your womanly charms

happily encased in your arms

captivate me with your eyes

Oh my you hypnotise

I'm your willing toy

your salivating boy

tell me all your needs

I'll satisfy them with greed

Curve-a-licious

just delicious

real women have bumps

if I was a man I’d ****

I’d not want to play with your bones

I’d have a bone(r) of my own

relish your female form

be yourself, don’t conform

It’s always swell to see you

I’m nodding with my head

your such a lovely view

let’s discuss in bed

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

Firing words from pen

shooting from the hip

safely hidden in my den

no risk of punch in lip

Writing is a release

stops many a row

irons out many a crease

to it’s power I bow

Freedom in anonymity

let emotions speak

no accountability

coming out, not for the weak

Wanting to be coloured pink

but emotions make my vibrancy sink

drowning in my own secretions

my image blurred no distinction

My leaves are wilting

my sanity tilting

feeling only sadness

descending into madness