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Grum…Poetry

Grum

I’m off to the grum,

I’d shout through the door.

The horseshoe embankment,

with red ash park floor.

Witches hat towering,

over basic park ride.

Tunnel embankment,

for children to hide.

Swings made of old tyres

on thick heavy chains.

Twisted to spin round,

n’ scramble one’s brain.

Fort made of thick log,

to clamber about.

Or maybe to fumble,

hit floor with a clout.

But then there’s our favourite.

The forty foot slide.

With a bump in the middle,

gain air on the glide.

Waxed to perfection,

with candles we’d bring.

Riotous laughter,

in horseshoe would ring.

Butterflies and grasshoppers,

on banks we would catch.

With Grazes and grass stains,

our colours would match.

But grass banks we’d scramble,

or steep concrete stairs.

Slide time go slo-mo,

no worries – no cares.

 

A§M

24/05/2019

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The Life and Death of a Puppet…#Poem

The life and death of a puppet 

For some a creation,

A whisper, a glance.

Subconscious of builder,

With puppet will dance.

 

From stacks of materials

All gathered around.

Working together,

Its form to be found.

 

But some from a plan,

A pattern that’s bought.

Clone of another,

Its character – no thought.

 

For it is for another,

Its life them to give.

When built for the sale

With other, to live.

 

Patiently waiting

Whilst stored on a stand.

Vacant and lifeless,

Till given a hand.

 

Bought by another

And taken to home.

So starts the magic,

In fabric and foam.

 

Some lovingly cared for

And attention is paid.

But none last forever,

If repairs are not made.

 

Some though are just placed,

In a box with a lid.

Glass eyes in darkness,

Its character hid.

 

Waiting and hoping

To once more see light.

And view new horizons

Through eyes with no sight.

 

But a puppet left lonely

From memory, will fade.

Cause it’s only through contact,

A connection be made. 

 

A§M

10/05/2019

Unknown Destination …Prose

Unknown Destination

 

The sun 

it shines

through a break in the clouds.

 

Illuminated

shoreline

far off into the distance.

 

Sand glows

sea glistens

my mind perceives the warmth.

 

I want

heart longs

to be in that place.

 

Bitting 

cold

return

as dark clouds swirl around.

 

Soft mud

knee deep

still river sits between.

 

Grass tufts

firm ground

a hopscotch of hope.

 

Some false

sink down

when on them I stand.

 

Mistakes made

miss-steps

in mud river slide.

 

Strength

sapping

embrace

this marsh that I’m in.

 

Mud coats

each time

I pull myself out.

 

Constant 

reminder

of times that I’ve failed.

 

I carry 

the weight

it drags to the ground.

 

Hard work

to move

to get myself out.

 

Respite

reprieve

come to dry land.

 

A fire can be built.

 

Shelter

warming

mud flakes as it dries.

 

Lifted 

in spirit,

watch flames in a  dance.

 

Muscles

relax

shake off the mud.

 

Lightning

the load

before moving on.

 

Journey 

continues

Unknown the path.

 

Look forward,

see lights,

of campfires dotted around.

 

I’m not here alone.

 

A § M 

01/03/2019

Time to Feel…Poem

Time to Feel

 

Shunned,

Belittled.

Low,

Depressed.

I hide, become avoidant.

 

You say,

I feel.

Words cut,

I reel.

It tarnishes the moment.

 

To be seen,

Dismissed.

Self-esteem,

Suppressed.

My achievements you belittle.

 

Uphill,

I climb.

Down hill,

I’m pushed.

Why do I even bother?

 

Get angry,

Keep hold.

Keep quiet,

Explode.

Immediately guilty, thats fine.

 

Play down,

Your part.

You hold,

Your heart.

Why is your hurt worth more than mine?

 

Your hurtful,

And spiteful.

With Speech,

Predictable.

Tis a nasty catchphrase.

 

When pattens,

Repeat.

I try to,

Retreat.

But I’m trapped in your maze.

 

With a wall,

Of thorns tall.

And a path,

Of glass shattered.

I have to have my freedom.

 

Can’t ask for,

Assistance.

Punch drunk,

Til Conceded.

My mind is in a maelstrom.

 

My ego’s,

Deflated.

Suppressed,

Self-belief.

That’s what your control has left me.

 

An answer,

It’s found.

An end

Can be seen.

My life it has to leave me.

 

I quit playing,

your game.

But I can’t see

all the pain.

That I would leave behind me.

 

Shrouded,

In mist.

Fate took,

A slight twist.

A second chance it gave me.

 

A chance

To get well.

And break from,

Your spell.

Deflect; nay end, negativity.

 

A § M 

6/6/2017

Pennies…Poem

Pennies

 

Why is saving, the pennies

to put away,

I find, much harder

than what people say?

 

My wallet – is sturdy

of material stout.

The holes, I can find none

where the money falls out.

 

Why is – the more that I save,

the bigger the bills?

Left with only the coppers

to pay at the tills.

 

Always I scrape by,

the sofa will tip.

Hoping for coinage,

with the stray, apple pip.

 

But that’s where I found some,

in a week that’s gone bye.

If I was faithful,

I’d turn to the sky.

 

And ask why it’s raining,

day after day.

To swallow the money,

and flush it away.

 

A § M 

11/05/2018

    

My Fish…Poem

My Fish

 

My fish is smart, it talks to me,

with word it cannot speak.

From the bottom gravel sucks,

n’ spits at glass to squeak.

 

To my corner will it come

and check that I have heard.

If I’ve not, around he turn,

with tail he splash absurd.

 

He swims around to catch my eye,

he’s darting to and fro.

His last resort, the snail will suck,

and off with thunk he go.

 

Attention caught, he will then mouth,

abuse I swear he shouts.

Your late again! It’s dinner time,

he acts like local louts?

 

He will not rest, nor peace he give

until he has his food.

I know not what’s, within these flakes,

but it rids him of his mood.

 

A § M 

14/05/2018

You Know It’s…#Poem

You Know It’s …

 

It’s on the tip of my tongue,

yet it’s miles away.

It’s gone in a flash, 

when come time to say.

 

Where does it go to?

Where does it hide?

I know it’s not out there,

it’s somewhere inside.

 

It’s like I am trying,

butterflies to catch.

Have no net to help me,

in vegetable patch.

 

How did I get here?

It’s not where I was.

But when you start chasing,

all focus it has.

 

A change of direction,

for it to be saught.

It’s doing its utmost,

remaining un-caught. 

 

No longer care whether

it was important or not.

Catch it to just prove,

I’ve not lost the plot.

 

The others they don’t care,

it left me, it’s gone.

For subject has now changed,

they dropped it – moved on.

 

But still I keep searching,

my “it” I will find.

I wake in the darkness,

it’s now come to mind.

 

I will say it out loud,

for no-one to hear.

Then turn over grinning,

from ear to ear.

 

20/07/2018

A § M