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"imogen" poems
Audrey, look out the window and see your dreams. Brydie, lay on the carpet and think of home. Charlie, stand in the garden and let the rain wash the pain away. Danielle, shout at the skies for this awful weather. Ellen, smile as you see a rainbow in the distance. Fiona, stick out your tongue to soften their fall. Gemma, pretend there's nothing falling from the sky. Hannah, dance in the rain in that favourite dress of yours. Imogen, jump into puddles, one after the other. Jade, wave to the people going past in their cars. Keri, open your hands to cup the cold water. Laura, laugh as the neighbour's umbrella turns inside out. Molly, hope the grass is better for football tomorrow. Natasha, sigh as you drive through it all. Olivia, read a book by the nice warm fire. Paige, sleep through the hammering of the droplets. Queenie, scream as you dash through the storm. Rhianne, fall back onto that squishy armchair inside. Steph, pray for the sun to come out soon. Tuula, watch the leaves huddle against the kerb. Una, listen as they patter patter on the rooftop. Victoria, take off those sodden shoes. Whitney, snap another photograph or two. Xandra, run to get back home to your family. Yasmeen, follow the trail of the water on the window. Zara, give up waiting for the rain to stop.
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Mar 8, 2012
Mar 8, 2012 at 7:01 AM UTC
The Girls Meet the Rain
Collected around the cafe  tables The normal folk of many labels: Emily is a district nurse getting 10p from her purse; Steve, a school inspector is worrying about the public sector; Javed, a curry house chef is annoyed at last night's football ref; Karen just made head of service Truth be told she's pretty nervous; Imogen's fork falls on the floor Her teeth are  splintered from her jaw Dust, the silent din Flying hurtling lances Punctured skin Alarm light dances Life caves in Misfortune chances Explosive sin A coward glances Emily was my district nurse.
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Apr 28, 2010
Apr 28, 2010 at 2:24 PM UTC
Bomb
Few lines Inspired by lyrics from Ludo & Imogen Heap. What’s this? You don’t understand? Let me explain; let me fuel your mind… Let the memories you so quickly shut out turn on the lights. And as you sleep with soundless dreams Do not underestimate me! I will push and shove until I sink through your skin…. grinding against your bones until our marrows mix. As you can see, I was not ready to let go. You didn’t notice? Yet you couldn’t wait to slip through the cracks of us. I was so wrapped up in you, oh so much tighter than your drugs ever were and ever will be. Trying to show you how much higher I could take you. You always liked taking chances, take a chance on me! No? I guess second best is always okay. I guess all my dreams that now sit at the bottom of that stupid tide pool, are there for an eternity of resting. While the shattered pieces of us cut me with every “could have been”. Have I hit the brain yet? How about the memories? CAN YOU HEAR ME? It’s been a few minutes, it’s a miracle how you haven’t, with your hideous curse of soundless dreams and silent sleeps. Does it worry you, that late at night, when I get lonely I sink into your dreams? LISTEN! You’re always so perfect when you sleep. Please, let me soak a little deeper in. We all have something that digs at us, let me dig at you! Just let me dig too deep and HAVE to stay in this memory. THIS ONE. I found it! You promised to never forget this moment. It’s dusty… You buried it. You hid it, and me, beneath electric clouds and a wasteland of pain. How could you? How dare you? Am I disturbing your slumber? I’m twisting the very wires of your brainwork. I will make you remember if I have to. Don’t tempt me. **** My new, significant other, has woken up in the bed beside my body. I should get back. Just know I’d rather swim in your worst nightmares then bathe in my most pleasant dreams… just to swim with you. ILoveYou.
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Feb 17, 2011
Feb 17, 2011 at 2:18 PM UTC
You're hideous, i love you
Few lines Inspired by lyrics from Ludo & Imogen Heap. What’s this? You don’t understand? Let me explain; let me fuel your mind… Let the memories you so quickly shut out turn on the lights. And as you sleep with soundless dreams Do not underestimate me! I will push and shove until I sink through your skin…. grinding against your bones until our marrows mix. As you can see, I was not ready to let go. You didn’t notice? Yet you couldn’t wait to slip through the cracks of us. I was so wrapped up in you, oh so much tighter than your drugs ever were and ever will be. Trying to show you how much higher I could take you. You always liked taking chances, take a chance on me! No? I guess second best is always okay. I guess all my dreams that now sit at the bottom of that stupid tide pool, are there for an eternity of resting. While the shattered pieces of us cut me with every “could have been”. Have I hit the brain yet? How about the memories? CAN YOU HEAR ME? It’s been a few minutes, it’s a miracle how you haven’t, with your hideous curse of soundless dreams and silent sleeps. Does it worry you, that late at night, when I get lonely I sink into your dreams? LISTEN! You’re always so perfect when you sleep. Please, let me soak a little deeper in. We all have something that digs at us, let me dig at you! Just let me dig too deep and HAVE to stay in this memory. THIS ONE. I found it! You promised to never forget this moment. It’s dusty… You buried it. You hid it, and me, beneath electric clouds and a wasteland of pain. How could you? How dare you? Am I disturbing your slumber? I’m twisting the very wires of your brainwork. I will make you remember if I have to. Don’t tempt me. **** My new, significant other, has woken up in the bed beside my body. I should get back. Just know I’d rather swim in your worst nightmares then bathe in my most pleasant dreams… just to swim with you. ILoveYou.
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At first it seems to creep in Then suddenly it is the only thing in your head Swirling, bursting out of your skull Each note amplified Every instrument clear Separate, yet still together Somehow obstructing your vision Becoming the only focus of your mind Chest filling up with helium Lifting you into the sky As you close your eyes And absorb every beautiful sound No thoughts exist All problems have vanished You begin to hum along The corners of your mouth turning upward The moment is endless Pure bliss
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Feb 25, 2013
Feb 25, 2013 at 8:06 PM UTC
Floating on Imogen Heap
I want to be beautiful like that, a thrifted soprano note, high above the choir a dipping lilt that will hush hush she blooms
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Feb 5, 2013
Feb 5, 2013 at 10:17 PM UTC
Imogen.
Ansel Adams and Minor White Both saw the Light reach to infinity... Edward Weston and Imogen Cunningham Created Art in black and white Photography Revealing the unseen that's right Before our Eyes in plain sight The Click of a Shutter seals What the Negative will reveal What it lacks for color Fades Viewed in black, gray, and white shades Plucked out in Artistic Form in sight The sway and flow of shadow and light They taught fruit to be Art and The desserts to flow like rivers The sharp flow of Sand awash upon The banks of the Dunes and gone All the Work here is licensed under the Name ®SilverSilkenTongue and the © Property of J.Flack
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May 9, 2015
May 9, 2015 at 1:33 AM UTC
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The best love is the kind that awakens the soul and makes us reach for more, that plants a fire in our hearts and brings peace to our minds
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Jul 12, 2014
Jul 12, 2014 at 9:55 AM UTC
The Best Love (borrowed from Imogen Palmer)
We were way up there on the Ferris Wheel When it came to a sudden stop, We’d only got on for the final ride And it left us up at the top. ‘What are they doing?’ said Imogen, As we first began to doubt, Then looking down to the distant ground The lights of the Fair went out. ‘Surely they know that we’re still up here!’ There was panic in her voice, I tried to bellow, and then to shout, They had left us little choice. The lights of the cars had streamed below With the last ones, headed away, The wind up there put a chill in the air And the Wheel began to sway. ‘I think I’m going to be sick,’ she cried, And I said, ‘Please, not on me!’ I wrapped her up in my coat and tried To calm her misery. ‘It’s always the same with you,’ she said, ‘But it keeps on getting worse, The moment we’re down, and on the ground I’m going to get a divorce.’ We’d only gone on the Ferris Wheel For a place to talk things out, I wanted to get her away from home To a place where she couldn’t shout. She’d sworn she’d never divorce me that She’d make life living hell, I had to make her want a divorce As much as me, as well. ‘So I get blamed for the Ferris Wheel, Did I tell the guy to stop? How could I know he’d forget us here And leave us perched at the top?’ ‘It always happens, you wired the stove So the whole **** thing was live, Then I got thrown when I switched it on, It’s lucky I’m still alive.’ ‘Then out in the boat, we nearly sank When you put the boat in a spin, It filled with water when you forgot To put the drain plug in.’ ‘I know, I know, I’m a jinx,’ I said, It always happens to me, Perhaps you’d better get a divorce Then you’ll be finally free.’ We didn’t speak for a solid hour, Sat as far apart as we could, And then I lit up a cigarette To dispel my cold, black mood. Our marriage had really hit the pits, It was never going to do, I’d not been happy since Imogen Had turned to a carping shrew. I’d never done anything right for her, And never could make amends, She always tried to humiliate me By telling all of her friends. She said I was good for nothing, but To give her my weekly cheque, At times I barely restrained myself From seizing her round the neck. An hour went by, and the Wheel began To take us down to the ground, Someone had seen my cigarette It seemed, said the man from town. She shrieked and screamed as she stalked away At the guy that I knew as Nick, As I slipped him his fifty bucks, and said: ‘It seems to have done the trick!’ David Lewis Paget
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Aug 7, 2014
Aug 7, 2014 at 12:20 PM UTC
The Fifty Dollar Ride
We were way up there on the Ferris Wheel When it came to a sudden stop, We’d only got on for the final ride And it left us up at the top. ‘What are they doing?’ said Imogen, As we first began to doubt, Then looking down to the distant ground The lights of the Fair went out. ‘Surely they know that we’re still up here!’ There was panic in her voice, I tried to bellow, and then to shout, They had left us little choice. The lights of the cars had streamed below With the last ones, headed away, The wind up there put a chill in the air And the Wheel began to sway. ‘I think I’m going to be sick,’ she cried, And I said, ‘Please, not on me!’ I wrapped her up in my coat and tried To calm her misery. ‘It’s always the same with you,’ she said, ‘But it keeps on getting worse, The moment we’re down, and on the ground I’m going to get a divorce.’ We’d only gone on the Ferris Wheel For a place to talk things out, I wanted to get her away from home To a place where she couldn’t shout. She’d sworn she’d never divorce me that She’d make life living hell, I had to make her want a divorce As much as me, as well. ‘So I get blamed for the Ferris Wheel, Did I tell the guy to stop? How could I know he’d forget us here And leave us perched at the top?’ ‘It always happens, you wired the stove So the whole **** thing was live, Then I got thrown when I switched it on, It’s lucky I’m still alive.’ ‘Then out in the boat, we nearly sank When you put the boat in a spin, It filled with water when you forgot To put the drain plug in.’ ‘I know, I know, I’m a jinx,’ I said, It always happens to me, Perhaps you’d better get a divorce Then you’ll be finally free.’ We didn’t speak for a solid hour, Sat as far apart as we could, And then I lit up a cigarette To dispel my cold, black mood. Our marriage had really hit the pits, It was never going to do, I’d not been happy since Imogen Had turned to a carping shrew. I’d never done anything right for her, And never could make amends, She always tried to humiliate me By telling all of her friends. She said I was good for nothing, but To give her my weekly cheque, At times I barely restrained myself From seizing her round the neck. An hour went by, and the Wheel began To take us down to the ground, Someone had seen my cigarette It seemed, said the man from town. She shrieked and screamed as she stalked away At the guy that I knew as Nick, As I slipped him his fifty bucks, and said: ‘It seems to have done the trick!’ David Lewis Paget
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Imogen, here's some advice never give yourself to a boy that doesn't love you like I do never let any man convince you to sacrifice what you have because you want him to love you. I did that, I forgot who I was thought I was worthless and now I know I am. Baby sister, know that I'm sorry for everything I did wrong I made enemies, so many enemies and work so hard now to be the best I can, but it's not working nobody wants me, only Clara cares and I'm grateful for her but so empty all the time. So Immy don't do what I did stay true to yourself stay young, stay a kid, stay sweet, remember I love you more than any boy ever will.
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Apr 14, 2014
Apr 14, 2014 at 3:07 PM UTC
Don't Name Names
Up north Where we held hands And thought about fires For us to sit by I'll be yours on the west If you'll be mine on the east Peace and happiness All we had
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Aug 7, 2015
Aug 7, 2015 at 4:18 AM UTC
Imogen Heap