My love left you scarred

from your life I'm barred

I didn't mean to make you cry

just stuck my fingers in to many pies

our chance has been and gone

it will never know a new dawn

My changing landscape
must mellow out a bit
need an escape
head full to the hilt

Trying to be philosophical
and remain logical
life has its own map
things will fall into my lap

hunger for the big, wide yonder
to many thoughts to ponder
claustrophobia setting in
wish I could go wandering

I’ll stop looking for short cuts
stop with the ‘ifs’ and ‘buts’
won’t jump in with two feet
let destiny give me a treat

Child custody battle

herded like cattle

child not given a choice

lives with the loudest voice

Parents argue continuously

child listens listlessly

carted from pillar to post

who loves me the most?

Please listen to the child

their emotions running wild

stuck in the middle of a fight

seeking peace with all their might

Closed minds don’t equal
closed mouths unfortunately
don’t forget to breathe

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

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

Some would say mysterious

I say dark and devious

from experience previous

He loathes strong women

doesn’t value their opinion

treats them as minions

He hides from my presence

doesn’t like my essence

petrified I guess

I find this hilarious

I’m just gregarious

and think he’s precarious

I should take it as a compliment

he finds me a worthy opponent

thought fills me with merriment

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

She shoots from the hip
tongue sharp as a whip
always loaded with a quip
Ready and able to let rip

She’s a miss-know-it-all
loves a bar-room brawl
always amongst it all
smirking wildly, standing tall

She’s a heart of gold
just do what your told
dare to be bold
she’ll get you in a hold

Many fear her
more adore her
She’s never a bore
I always want more

Just a cowgirl poet
One I love to read and quote
She certainly rocks my boat
Which I was a horse she rode

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

Standing at a crossroads

not knowing which way to turn

one could be salvation

one crash and burn

No control over his life

drugs and alcohol addicted

all his vices self-inflicted

pleasing anyone who’d buy him a drink

not much lower could he sink

Rehab or an early grave

a decision he could no longer stave

to his addictions a slave

Something had to give

if he wanted to live

he was the only one that

could make the choice

he’d take nobody’s advice

he thought just one more

nobody’s keeping score

he died in a doorway

with a smile on his face

just one hit brought him to another place

Standing at a crossroads

he took the wrong turn

A destructive cuckoo in the nest

trouble causing what he do best

he’ll put your patience to the test

with one eye open he like to rest

Loves being an annoying pest

mischief chasing with zest

I’d like to cough him of my chest

My temper he play with and ******

I held him longer on my breast

my favourite, my maternal lust

my confession hidden in his dust

Love so explosive, I could burst

A destructive cuckoo in the nest

trouble causing what he do best

he’ll put your patience to the test

with one eye open he like to rest

Loves being an annoying pest

mischief chasing with zest

I’d like to cough him of my chest

My temper he play with and ******

I held him longer on my breast

my favourite, my maternal lust

my confession hidden in his dust

Love so explosive, I could burst

Cupid’s arrow snook up on me

darted my heart gleefully

he could have given a part-time thrill

but no he went for the ****

pierced me for eternity

paved the path for matrimony

I’d love to give him a big kiss

and hope your heart he hasn’t missed

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

Clouds meander

stars slumber

moon snores

sun pours

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

Black the colour of my soul

Deep descent, a swallowing hole

depressive thoughts hard to control

emotions taking their toll

Dicksteered
actions
relationship
fractions
fuelled by lust
marriage bust

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

Perched on his knee
a time of glee
we were going to play horsey
jumping up and down
always acting the clown
he made me giddy with joy
my uncle, a big strapping boy

My memories are distant
I wrack my brain, torment
trying to think when we stopped visiting
parents busy, his life not permitting

He went down a wrong track
couldn’t find his way back
alcohol ruled him, so I’m told
he still young, but his body old
he died at thirtythree
alone unfortunately
I’ll always remember him with a smile
he was my role model for a long while

From my chin a hair is sprouting

My cracks need a bit of grouting

I’m often seen plastered

This ladylike thing I haven’t quite mastered

But I’m good for a bit of craic

Of laughter there is no lack

I’ve been told I’m incorrigible

But I think I’m loveable

I’m always going to be a rogue

Peoples Achilles heel I have to poke

Sensitive souls mightn’t like my humour

But that might be a nasty rumour

Then again I’m a bit of a divil-may-care

So if you don’t like it stay outta my hair

Wishing my life away, dreaming a dream
buying a lotto ticket, not just me
Imagining a win, the cat got the cream
Ah, pay me mortgage, buy a wee mini
Doing whatever I want, be a scream
A few donations, sort out family
oh wow, my life will be heading upstream
If only reverie was reality
all my old sins, I atone and redeem
old friends out of woodwork , a mystery
Suddenly remembered me, it would seem
Basking in luck, revelling in glory
Ah well, may as well dream here as in bed
try getting into black and outta red

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

stopped me feeling so desperate

worth the kick in the ***

for the ***** and the ***



So enjoy all your mince pies

you loved one's smiling eyes

don't think of this miserable elf

until next year I'm on the shelf

Violent waves of emotion

overtake me completely

no control over their motion

I'm lost in their sea

He doesn’t want an opinion
just a meek minion

He buys her pretty things
along as his tune she sings

She’s an empty-headed doll
in his money she likes to loll

She has a lot of intention
to many to mention

He’s the cat that got the cream
she nurtures her own dream

There both actors on a stage
both reading their own page

He thinks she’s a gorgeous fool
she’s biding her time playing it cool

On herself no onus
his demise her bonus

So she smiles on his arm
as he displays her charms

She knows he’s looking for a new one
too old he won’t for long find her fun

Her escape is paid for
won’t need him no more

She kisses him goodnight
then leaves for her flight

Growing apart

losing heart

a soul’s dart

No-one to blame

ennui’s shame

break-ups name

Cradling my essence

your arms give me solace

entwined fingers

warm glow lingers

kissing my forehead

I’m yours to be led

Enveloped in your embrace

anything I can face

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

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

Teeth chattering like castanets

fingers coloured bright blue

I’m going to catch my death

this football watching I rue

I swear he’s coming to ballet

he can cringe at men in tights

the pirouettes make my day

his torture, my delight

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

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

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

The sound of silence
can fill a room
the atmosphere
clouded in gloom
anger permeates the air
not said, but its there

Swaying in time to the rhythm

my eyes focussed on him

my object of desire

my ***** on fire

each touch

made me blush

turned my knees to mush

he smiled my heart did a cartwheel

I was hungry, he was my meal

obsessed like only a teenager can be

already planning matrimony

he thanked me for the dance

didn’t give me a second glance

grabbed the hand of my best friend

my dreams came to an end

My first love
not love
an obsession
an all consuming need

School
what’s that?
plans gone
at the drop of his hat

Every waking moment
filled with him
every dream contained him

I fell pregnant at nineteen
had fell for him at thirteen
I had a beautiful son
he became my new obsession

My beau was no longer
my sole reason for living
no longer (him) all my attention giving

He was jealous of his own son
something even now I can’t comprehend

He never hit me before
this being that I adored
for months he wore me down
on my face a worried frown

I had to go home to mum
tail between my legs
got my own place sorted
all plans with him aborted

He went on to do evil acts
I’m not privy to all the facts
he died alone in a prison cell
couldn’t handle his private hell

He’s left a scar on my heart
one from which I don’t want to part
because he had me beguiled
and gave me my darling child

He’s a ghost from the past
that I feared would haunt me forever
now I rarely think of him if ever

Fizzier than a glass of coke
this handsome, captivating bloke
more refreshing than sorbet
he’s looking at me, hooray
greasier than a bag of chips
he can go straight to my hips
brighter than an orange, his smile
my phone number he can dial
back home to a healthy salad
think I’ll pen a sad ballad

Let your pen be the

match and strike the page alight

writing words that burn