Poetry

ODES EXPOSED.

BELONGING

I belong, that's a fact
I belong to this and that
I belong to the club
I belong to my Family
I belong to the co-op
I belong to the kids committee

I belong to Spar
I belong to Mace
I belong to the NSPCC
I belong to every bloody thing
But I forgot
To belong to me

"THINKING " [about the food]

I'm thinking
About the food
That john is
About to serve up
I'm thinking
About the food
And trying
Not to throw up
There's barley flakes
And buckwheat
Bulgur stuff and ground up groats
There's laver and theres malt
And to top it off
There's even Soya oats
There's wheat berries
And Soya grits
Blended with tofu and those wheatgerm bits
The wholemeal idea
As I'm sure you know
Is to give you the goddam squits

It makes me sad
It makes me bad
It makes my tummy runny
And I'd think that I was going mad
If it weren't so bloody funny

I'm still, thinking about the food

"OO! ARGH"! (in local Devonshire accent)
ello my dear
tis nice to see ee!
tis like this
tis all too much I fear
can ee elp us?
tellus strait
cos I gotta get the tai
an ah'm runnin very late
I went down town
an lost me purse
I had to walk yer
tis a proper curse
Thing tis, I'm rightly sure
were very proud
I don't like to ask
cos us be poor
my old man ,an me
an our little maid
we've stuck it through
neither of us, never strayed
mind e' can be a bugger
my old man
if it tin't one thing
tis tother
an if i tells im off
he just laffs
but he seen me right
tho he don't much like graft
so, bless you sur!
You can help us if you like
an the tais late
but there never mind
two quid,
ooh thank e` sur
I'll pay e` back don't ee fear
if ee` don't go an spend it
by this time Friday night.

`Brenda's pregnant` (1971)

Brand new
Smooth silk skin
Sweet voiced
Soft spoken
Fresh eyes
Lush hair
Warm heart glances
Like whispers touch
All lovely
Within
New pulse
Keeping safe
Old and new
Life's love

"EYES" (1970)
His sad eyes ask each woman they encounter Why?

His blazing eyes ask each passing woman If?

His angry eyes ask each wanton woman When?

His soft brown eyes each virgin How?

All their eyes reply Because

THIS WOMAN
This woman is like no other
With a child's innocence
Impish eyes sparkling
Playing a game
That has no rules
Smiling to seduce
The soft hearts of fools

Such is the way of this woman's guile
To look, and listen
Whilst all the while
She searches the world
For future conquests
As all her every part
Yearns for love
To satisfy the need
Of her sentimental heart