Southsea poems on Hello Poetry

Birdie Sep 2019

Only twice in my life
Have I ever felt entirely safe.
Once when my dad told me when I was little
That if the house caught fire in my sleep
He would carry me to safety wrapped in my duvet
To protect me from the smoke.
And twice,
When I first met you.

John Edward Smallshaw Apr 2014

*** on the beach

The music plays on but the band has all gone and I'm sat here in the back row writing the new manifesto.

They're laughing at us while shafting us and drafting us into some warm sense of well being,
and all we are seeing are the rosy red cheeks of those Whitehall antiques who are selling us all for a song.
So,
say so long and goodbye while they cry all the way to their pay day in Haiti,not Southsea 'cause that's for the likes of you and of me,where poverty's not viewed as some incurable disease and while those ******* eat peas with their forks we're eating bread with no butter,cash talks and it tells me,'have me to be free'.
Well.
whip me quite soundly there's riches around me and it looks like they found me,washed up and spent,
but I'm intent on my due and so I stand in the queue,
I guess this is someone's largesse but I don't really care and I don't want to share but I will and until I'm the one with gold by the ton and a castle made from diamonds and cream,
I shall dream,eating peas with a fork and with a plum in my mouth I can talk la di dah,giving it big with a blah ****** blah in a big yankee car which will guzzle the gas and again I won't care
because, I'll have the ***** like they have in big halls where they dance with the debs and say ******* to the plebs and give them no cake and shall laugh like a madman until my sides ache,
then I'll shaft and redraft the new manifesto release all my guilts and away I will go with the men from the ministry who will in the end,come
to love and to mimic me and with no demands for no tax I shall sit and relax in the warm glow of the feeling that all I am feeling is the feeling I'd get from getting better and reeling from this realisation while the whole ****** nation is down on its knees
I'll thank God for the fork and the peas.

Waritsara Karlberg Jul 2018

WHEN I LEAVE FACEBOOK by Warissara

Lately, I’ve been having flashbacks
of a time I spent with friends
and no loose ends,
In a park called Southsea Common,
Nearly 2 decades ago.

I was so in awe whilst measuring the weight of my flaws,
at how a friend of mine
sang and played guitar in front of loads of strangers,
cos back then I was never as brave or as talented as him.
But you see....despite the slight melancholic melody,
That beautiful day was and always will be why I sometimes think the way I do today.

Or do I?

For I am sure I am not the only one who’s so glued to my smartphone and my social media apps,
Never mind what every other ‘syndicate’ does but
That’s what really gets on my **** at times...

Why have I become so attached to them?
and perhaps so dependent on them?
especially...
That one which has a movie made about it...
as well as all the nicknames and insults it’s been given,
It’s a shame that apart from animal cruelty and no respect for others, everything else i really wanna post is forbidden.
And I’m still making that decision and to think of a day to finally enforce it,
But I
JUST
CAN’T
DO
IT!
I don’t have the will power Captain!!!

All those juicy addictive news feeds had replaced my dying interest in watching tv, the news, MTV, even some movies and pretty much everything else!
Facebook has everything AND everyone in pretty much one place!
Gone are the days of sending letters and even the amount of texts and emails to each other...
Like a lover of the free world ....I am still trying to get used to the digital age,
And how if I am not careful and self aware,
It’ll take up all of my time,
distracting me and by now I have this magic trick where I can make it seem like my iPhone is permanently stuck to my hand and my thumb is getting more exercise than any other part of my body.
You see the only excuse I can think of right now...
is
I just don’t wanna miss a thing!

So who knows whenever I leave Facebook ...
I just may NOT be able to cope with an almost forgotten reality.

#facebook #obsession #social #media

JidosReality Nov 2017

Let’s Integrate

Let’s live and let live I put my trust in Portsmouth from the day that I got hear, to rebuild my life for my beautifully children.

Portsmouth my favourite the magical places it has taken me, walks down Southsea on the beach listening to the waves whispering I me.

Planning my future teaching English to adults and been a mentor for immigrants.

Helping them settle showing them this beautiful city called Portsmouth.

This city of culture, city of peace fills my spiritual energy with faith and belief.

Let’s integrate we can do it together we need more love to super side hatred.

We need more strength to resist our weakness,
we need more inspiration to light up our inner-minds. We need more learning to erase our ignorance.

We need more wisdom to live longer and happier, we need more truths to suppress deceptions. Let’s integrate for our children’s future awaits.
JidosReality 8.10.17

Poem done for Anita a local refugee who now calls Portsmouth City her home #JidosReality #Poetry #JourneysFestevel

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