The Girl with a Star in her Eye


I met a girl with a
star in her eye.
She didn’t twinkle but instead
radiated white-hot heat
that scorched those who got
too close to her.

I feel for the girl with a
star in her eye.
She captured my heart as easily
as she did that heavenly body.
Now I orbit her, trapped
by her gravity.

I knew a girl with a
star in her eye.
who fell to Earth burning,
briefly so bright
before becoming just
dust.

 

This poem is partly based on the Doctor Who episode “The Pilot,” and the awesome illustration above was actually drawn by Stephanie Hyam who played the Heather the girl who inspired this poem.

Shredded


I summoned a small demon
Bound it to my service.
Chained it in an iron box
Then every day I fed it.

I fed it my shattered dreams
I let it devour my ideas.
It ate my broken promises
All were devoured by its metal gears

Then when I had nothing left
There was only one thing to do
I placed myself in its shiny jaws
And then I was shredded to.

Intangible


Intangible

Are our thoughts just abstract concepts
Intangible until we write them down?

Then as we keenly press pen to paper to free them
As we bring them to life and make them tangible

Are they grateful that we are doing so?
Are they happy with this so called freedom?

Or do they feel they have traded their liberty
For ink-chains and parallel cell-bars?

Do they rail against this bondage?
Do they chafe at their paper prison?

Until we hear their impassioned pleas
Making us realise we have done wrong

Then we do what we should have always done.
We speak and free our thoughts from their A4 cells.

Releasing them into the air where happily they dart
Like spectres, intangible again and free.

 

Sometimes when I’m stuck for an idea I just open the dictionary at a random page and see what pops up. Yes I could be cheating but don’t you think if I was I might have chosen an easier word then intangible? 🙂

Why not give the dictionary challenge a go yourself?

Armchair Explorer


I peek cautiously through the kitchen blinds.
It’s like a BBC 2 jungle documentary out there,
A green canopy growing wild and untamed.
Nature is reclaiming my garden,
and I feel like
this is a job for another day.

I tentatively open the cupboard door.
It’s like an explosion in a skip,
no antiques or heirlooms here.
This is Tutankhamen’s stuff for the tip
rubbish unfit for any afterlife.
Another job for another day.

I’m no Attenborough or Carter
Fearlessly investigating  or excavating.
Instead I brave the TV channels
to visit far away lands
armed with a cup of tea
Sitting comfy in my armchair.

View from a Gun


Every morning your shaking hands strip me
Then anoint me with oil,
that leaves me cold.

With ease you reassemble me.
Then before you break your fast
you offer me supplication.

“May I be blessed, ” you say.
“May I spit holy fire at your foes,
May I strike down the unworthy.”

By this you believe
you transfer your guilt to me.
You believe you instruct, I kill.

But I cannot pull my own trigger.

 

This poem deserves a few lines of explanation. I’m a member of the Birmingham Poetry Stanza group who meet on a regular basis to do poetry workshops, discuss poetry and a whole host of other interesting events. Recently Stanza leader Roz Goddard bought in a host of old postcards she owned and we did an exercise where we chose a image that stood out to us and wrote a dialogue from someone or something in the picture. This poem is the result of that, it is also my fictional interpretation of the image.

Why not see if there is a Poetry Stanza in your area you can join? 

 

Ouroboros


again my poetry starts flowing,
I don’t know where it’s

going round the bend,
when will it ever

end isn’t in sight,
I’m writing all day and

night is it time to stop
I feel like I’m fit to

drop my pen,
fall asleep then begin….

Blue Mocha


My mocha should be chocolate brown
Instead it seems to me to be blue.
It should comfort me on this cold day,
Instead it just reminds me of you.

Because to me it just tastes bitter,
Each time I raise it to my lips.
Its warmth on my mouth stings,
Reminding me of our last kiss.

So that is why my mocha’s blue,
It’s because of you my dear.
You’ve given it a sad aftertaste,
The salty sting of my tears.

 

Brain like a Sieve


I’ve got a few minutes of your time
To try to fill with verse and rhyme.
I’ll start with a poem in my pocket,
Oh bugger, I’ve forgotten it!

Don’t worry I’ve still got my phone,
I’ll quickly call up a poem.
I don’t believe it what do I spy,
Oh bugger, no signal from the Wi-Fi.

No sweat I’ve still got my brain,
All my poems on it are engraved..
But why’s it so difficult to think,
On bugger, I’ve had too much to drink.

But luckily I’ve not wasted your time,
Because my mistakes actually rhyme.
And I hope just for a while
That I’ve made you buggers smile.

 

Help Support Southcart Books


Southcart Books my local bookshop and supporter of the arts in Walsall needs your help. I’ll let them explain and introduce Project Mayhem.

 
WHAT IS PROJECT MAYHEM ?

Right then here we go with an explanation , apologise for it being overlong but I feel a proper explanation is needed.

Here at Southcart books we have constantly been bombarded with stock both paid for and donated and we feel it’s getting out of control , I’m giving 100s of books away every month & we still can’t cope , we now have about 3 times as much books in the storeroom & kitchen than whats on display on the shop floor & we would love people to eventually get to see them , no good having all those books if they can’t be seen is it ?

What we would like to do is open 3/4 of the storeroom (an extra 200sq ft ) , to customers as additional shop floor space , as you can imagine this comes with considerable cost so we are hitting it 3 fold.
1. a long running online sale to raise extra capital
2. seeking community based funding from the government ( blood out of a stone I know )
3. launching a crowdfunding scheme to raise capital.

What the money would be spent on…we have a couple of plans depending on how much we get.

Low funding…block off the kitchen and fill the storeroom with bookcases.

Medium funding…make the storeroom look the same as the main shop floor , bookcases plus all the additional trimmings.

High funding…remove part of the shops wall to really open up the shop space.

We are not asking for money off you directly in this economic climate and we fully understand that some people do not agree with crowdfunding businesses so if you can’t help us financially we would really appreciate you sharing our ideas and funding links.

If you can help financially we are offering you stock for pledges like we did last summer plus people/businesses can sponsor areas and bookcases.

Many thanks for reading & we always encourage your feedback , here is the link.

http://www.crowdfunder.co.uk/southcartbooks

plus here is the link to our online sale with up to 95% off some higher priced items

http://www.ebay.co.uk/sch/m.html…

So can you help? You don’t have to donate money – though that would be cool – even if it’s just liking the Facebook Page and spreading the word every bit helps. At the same time why not support your local independent book shop, pop in and see what you can offer.

 

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