Autobiography

JC

Jesus Christ, There’s nothing up there but the sensation of falling and there’s nothing down here but a sick urge to rise. I want to float to the top Be the cream of the crop,

The People's Language

This still needs some work on it, but I thought I'd whack it on here anyway!

All night Skype.

A ghost rises into the sky It's ancient silver palate is engrained with the impression of the vastness of the sky, a velvet blanket to cover us both with the grace of 3 am silence.
Cherry

Marching and Knockouts. ( Part 6)

I'm transferred to another Naval base and start my "education".
Cherry

The Ruin Of Me

Look to your left And you will see Standing still The ruin of me Ivy clad, crumbling stone A heart, alone. Battered by the wind Beaten by the sea But still standing, still
Cherry

Violet

‘Oranges and lemons, poor old Mickey Clemons, not a penny in his pocket, a shirt upon his back’.

You Have Some Place To Be

They've missed every concert, recital, and ceremony with empty promises of going to the next one.
Cherry

The Road to Manhood

... and a damn rocky road it is.

Pigs might...

After a coffee with a fellow poet, we found these pigs inspiring...

I have nothing to say

You know those days when you have little to say

at the fork in the road

The one that drives the car with blacked out windows bullet proof skin so thin!
Gold cherry

Hyde Park

We marched to Hyde Park. We marched to nothing.

Happiness

Potato, potato

leggings affirmation

affirmation

On the edge of happiness

the light waning coy behind the cloud dragging to the shadows the words I wish to say

leggings now n then

more black magic

portraits of myself

Others painted me brightly

I could kiss him forever

I could kiss him for ever I could kiss him for ever Kiss That bit of fluffy tummy he showed me White - A white love Fresh as rainbow raindrops To my ocean "I am determined" he said

my sorrowful hymn

Hope hoping again Familiar pining Self shamed Woman Full thighed strong Vulnerable heart weeping screaming Rage Hurt Not him. Him, him, him, him, him, him, him Him and Him and Him
Cherry

Tails

It’s like two sides of a coin, heads you win and tails you just have to hit snooze, 2, 3 more times. Why bother? When the thought of getting out of bed
Cherry

Spent

This was a shorter piece than I had planned. But autobiographical writing has never been my strong suit. So I figured I needed to get my feet wet before taking the big plunge.

The Flip Side!

This is my second poem for Parkinson's Awareness Week
Cherry

SEASONS!

Today is the start of Parkinson's Awareness Week This is my first poem but I can't seem to get it to accept the format that I wrote it in.

He Watches Her

Unrequited love

They Show No Mercy

Never let them see you cry They'll know what burns your eyes They're keeping score And love to cheat Whenever they're behind Always know you'll never win Because you play for them

All my loving

The Beatles' All My Loving is in my DNA There's nothing more to say

The Times of Our Lives

There were three of us that day... two boys, and me.

Not

Not to support the future is the hope, Starting at the radiant point of entrance, Wheedling a dogged inheritance. Enormous groves of flourishing giants,
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abuser

not happy. I feel I am genuine to myself, I know that. But I also know I have a leaning to unforgiveness. A part of my human nature I find hard to contend with.

LeggingmeetsaDR and a pack of six....

wonder if they can in the other world..

Losing Everything

Have you ever lost everything time and time again?

My Irrationality

When everything affects me so strongly, what's a girl to do?

A Private World of Pain

Paris is a mercurial city which shapeshifts, changes faces with the onlooker’s mood.
Cherry

Amelie

Infatuation.

The resignation

Knowing when it's time to go
Cherry

Airbed 1: 2007

The radio plays Coldplay We smoke crack.

Pashmina

When I was cold I used to sneak to your scarf box. I’d comb your collection, select something that matched me and then wrap it around my brass neck. I would think of the Nepalese goat

Memories

Yesterday had gone in a blink of the eye; no-one could deny nor defy the passing of time from birth through to dust in allotted years.
Cherry

Do you remember?

20 years since the party

Epiphany

"Oi!" Said the bush. "Get yer bloody hair cut."

Memories

Dee believed, as she continued to write her true story down, that thousands of people would continue to pocket beautiful memories about their treasured days at nearby Wicksteeds Park.

First Ghost

Most people do not believe in Ghost until they have met one. The first Ghost I saw was when I was about 9 years old. I was at church at Saint Martin of Tours, (Bethpage, N.Y) with my family.

Waste of time

It's the obligatory feeling sorry for one's self piece. It will be garbage and it won't be read. Never mind.

LeggingsRoyalescam992000@60+com

I don't like them... possibly more black magic...

Try The Simple Thing First

When faced with a problem, make a cup of tea.
Cherry

Tattoo

Tattoo - poeticprosey

Maybe Now You Can Rest

It shocked me to hear, Though it came as no suprise And at Christmas, what a statement! How very you. I reckon ten years had passed Since we last saw each other

leggingsafterth9ughts23@60+com

"You should be told if they're is a court case," Phyliss informed her quickly. "Surely?"
Cherry

Foster Boy

You did the best with the guts within your thin frame into the fire of Juvenile Court

Aunty Annie's Bible study sessions

We met at a normal conventional Bible study I was a visitor. I was treated well by the young people and felt welcome. Mary-Anne was apparently more of a guest speaker.