I am living

I am living on paracetamol
and pain. They're my
constant companions.
Each time I think about the lies
and betrayal,
it hurts so much.


A pain that sits beside
my heart, behind my
chest bone. Inside me.
I find the lies the worst
making it all my fault,
justifying what they have
done.
I cry at thoughts of them,
I cry with temper and
anger at thoughts of her.
I cry when I talk about them
I don't want to talk about them
anymore.
I don't want to talk,
I don't want to think,
I don't want to cry,
I don't want to anymore.

Dix

Squeak and Bubble

&

Bob said "I want bubble and squeak for tea today."

"But we only have bubble and squeak on Boxing Day?"

Bob though for a while.

"Fuck it, fire up the frying pan woman. It's bubble and squeak for tea."


Dix

Self Loathing (by food)

All I do is eat and eat and eat and Eat. Past full. A whole packet of cheese sandwich biscuits, quantities of fruit and chocolate too. All I do is eat and eat and eat and Eat. Past fat. Milk chocolate Button Easter Eggs, devoured whilst driving, untasted, un-enjoyed, gone. All I do is eat and eat and eat and Eat. Past life. Mature cheese, broken lump by lump from vast blocks; chewed and savoured unobserved. All I do is eat and eat and eat and Eat. Past morbid. Crap food nags carbs and sugar, momentarily ease my stress and sadness. All I do is eat and eat and eat and Eat. To death. Dix

My First Haiku

Please forgive me. This is my first attempt at an Haiku poem. What do I know about the form - that it consists of 17 syllables - 5 in the first line, 7 in the second and 5 in the third. That is my starting point and a game that my daughter got me for Christmas and I brought JC so that we can write Haiku together. Oh well hear goes - not sure this is right but it is an attempt.

Happy dancing, so
precious to swimming limbs in
my melodic time.

Dix

Should Haiku have a title if so, this could be something like Water Dancing. I think I have a way to go to understand the form but hey its a start.

Any suggestions or guidelines or is it back to my Stephen Fry book and Wikipedia!!

Seal Smile

Bright eyed, seal face, pops up and stares
dog like, just a few feet away.
With surprise, we blink
and he sinks,
back into the sea.

My eyes search the surf,
desperately trying to re-glimpse
again that natures face
and flapping tail.

Left and right on the horizon, wildly
hoping for that sweet blackness
of a face, for that slightness patch
to pop us and stare, again.

And just when I decide to walk on
it appears, following my steps,
closer than expected and smiles,
flicks tails and dives back down.
Dog face seal follows me homeward.


Dix

Living

Living

I am Living!

Am I Living?

Living, am I?

Living, I am.

M☻g

Two Women

I have been sorted through some old notebooks (I have loads of them, probably over a hundred and most have only a couple of pages written on) and found some old bits of poetry. Is it a writers thing to have lots of notebooks? My daughter came home the other day with a really cool Pukka pad which she got sooooo cheap at Uni and I just have to have at least one, probably two. Anyway I found lots of bits of writing, starts of poems and ideas. This was one, don't think it is finished but thought it was interesting...

Two Women

Two Women spending a day up in town,
By the time they leave it's teeming it down.

A strange little man all dressed in red
Ran up to the women and said
'Can you help me,help me please
I seem to have loosened my head.'

He grabbed at his head and began spinning around
before creating a puddle right into the ground.

Women one really didn't give a care,
Women two just pulled at her hair.

Two Women left to catch the train,
and get out of the incessant rain.

M☻g


Must admit I am not sure myself but like the nonsense of it (if you know what I mean). Any ideas?

Bob Poems

Anyone who has been reading my blog for a while will know I like to write my Bob poems. They kinda come to me and I hope they make you laugh, or smile or maybe occasionally have a little bit of a point. I have written these three in the last couple of days. They make me wonder if I am questioning the validity of blogging or whether they just are a bit of fun.

I would love to know what people think. Which one (if any ) do you think works? Is one better than the others?

Blogging Bob

Bob says 'Don't disturb me, I'm typing my blog'.
'Why Bob?'
'I like to tell people things'.
'Bob do you have many followers?'
'Oh yes, my mother.'


Bob's Blog (1)

tap, tap, tap,
tap, tap, space.
'What ya doin' Bob?'
tap, tap, tap,
tap, tap, return.
Bob says 'I'm writing my blog.'
'Why Bob?'
'Because the world needs to know how to defecate.'


Bob's Blog (2)

tap, tap, tap,
tap, tap, space,
'What ya doin' Bob?'
tap, tap, tap,
tap, tap, return
Bob says 'I'm writing my blog.'
'Why Bob?'
'Because my followers need to know.'


Just let me know - please...


Dix

Genesis fruits

Genesis fruits of juicy
5 edged shiny stars surround
Adam’s pip’d temptation
and earthly colours red and green
reign over on our continual existence.

DiH

This is something I have been playing about with for a while but not sure about it - would love some advice (what do you think?)

Bob's Time

Bob said 'Why am I waiting?'
'Because she is late.'
Bob said - to himself really but in a stage whisper
'I think I'll leave.'

Pause

Bob paces.

Pause

Sighs.

Pause

Bob leaves.

DiH


I love writing these little Bob poems - they just come to me and I often have to write them down quickly. I am going to collect them all together and get my daughter to illustrate them - so sorry they may get posted again with pictures. I hope they say a little something about - well all sorts of aspects of the human condition - if only in humorous form.

Bob will be back!