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Thia Jones Oct 2014
Don't ever mess with a moose
a half ton of meat on the loose
they demolish your truck
and they don't give a ****
don't ever mess with a moose

Cynthia Pauline Jones 2012
Thia Jones Oct 2014
I've reached the conclusion
that I'm not equipped
for breaking down another's walls
so you have to step forward
and give me some help
if you want me to make them fall

Cynthia Pauline Jones 10/10/2013
Thia Jones Oct 2014
You said you'd find a way
to be mine one happy day
I can't tell if you meant it
or said it just for play

I know that you have
no motivation any more
if indeed you ever had
to make your way to my door

All the words in my head
won't get you into my bed
despite the love in my heart
we'll always be apart

Cynthia Pauline Jones 15/10/2013
Thia Jones Oct 2014
The love whose name
I dare not speak
lest I implicate her
lest I expose
that she once professed
to love me too
the love who for me
will last forever
she loves another
and we can never be
can never share all
yet we share secrets
that burn the soul
secrets I cannot confess
for her sake alone
yet that I would shout
loudly from every
rooftop and mountain
and be proud to own
secrets that I hope
she will one day
find the strength
to confess too
yet I fear she will
instead put them safely
inside that box
she labels 'the past'
and keeps locked up
nailed tight shut
even to herself

Cynthia Pauline Jones 11/11/13
Thia Jones Oct 2014
I make no demands of you
for love makes no demands
I give to you what love
demands of me
There was a time when I might
have made demands
and you might have responded
as on our first meeting
or at that later time
when I joked about kidnapping
and you said "yes please"
because you have that side
it's something I recognise
perhaps you do not yet
need to let her out
perhaps you never will
but if you do one day
then I hope you find
one who can guide you
or perhaps the day will come
when your guide appears
unbidden, perhaps inconveniently
but reaches within
touches her and bids her wake
when that happens
there is no denying of truth
just acceptance and knowing
that you are truly home
in the place where you belong

Cynthia Pauline Jones 19/1/2014
Thia Jones May 2014
I thought I'd write a villanelle
though form is not my forte
yet I'll try, what the hell

Let's see if I can do this well
as an exercise in structure
I thought I'd write a villanelle

Can I make my verses swell
write five of them as tercets
well I'll try, what the hell

For to my inertia quell
while my muse is absent
I thought I'd write a villanelle

Now I've fallen to the spell
but the next must be a quatrain
so I'll try, what the hell

My words upon the page do jell
and this is almost finished
I thought I'd write a villanelle
then I tried, what the hell

Cynthia Pauline Jones, 10/5/2014
I've not really paid that much attention to form and structure before, but something about the villanelle form charmed me recently - and I hadn't produced anything new, other than fragments, for a while... so what the hell...
Thia Jones Apr 2014
I could step in front of a speeding train
adapt a microwave to fry my brain
leap from a cliff or a tower block
be sure to land on concrete or rock
slit my wrists, swallow some pills
maybe that would cure my ills
plug myself in and throw the switch
leave a note that says "life's a *****"
hang myself with a ligature
a tight plastic bag would make it all sure
but there again it might be fun
to shoot myself with a stolen gun
if I had a sword I could fall on it
or a can of petrol and a match that's lit
shed my clothes, walk into the sea
then drowning would make an end of me
it's just one life, but even so
there are just too many ways to go
it's a heavy choice, there's just one end
so I'll postpone the decision and think again

Cynthia Pauline Jones 21/9/2013
When I first published this, a reader made the comparison with Dorothy Parker's 'Resume', a poem that had until that point eluded me. It comes from a similar place I think.
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