from my new poem book WOW! TATTOO MY BUTT read live in ring of bells, midd, june 2013   Library Girl

She worked in the local library part time.

And liked to read Harry Potter books.

She liked a lad who popped in fortnightly.

He was quiet just like her.

Her eyes sought him out whenever he was there.

A shyness inhibited her asking him out.

In time he stopped go...

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Been there

Done it

Eaten it

Drunk it

Almost drowned in it

Nearly died

 

Praised it

Cursed it

Dodged it

Traversed it

Just you name it

I’ll have tried

 

Smoked it

Snorted it

Been traumatised by it

Reduced to tears by it

Laughed and cried

 

Run it

Walked it

Chased it

Caught it

Wished I hadn’t bothered s...

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Your east side

Torpid

Behind the times

Poverty stricken

Oppressed and undone

 

My west side

Free

Moving the future

Abundant laden

Oppressed and undone

 

In our dreams

I run

In our memories

You run

Towards the wall

I thought I heard

You thought you heard

The other call

 

 

Checkpoint of illusion

Guns down

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Everyone at work used to say

You were good at talking the talk

I did not realise this

As I was too distracted

Listening to you talking

Rather than watching you

walking

 

And as I walked faster

Alongside you talking

I forgot where I was going

And I fell down a hole

You did not see me or follow

But I could still hear you

talking

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Fondness cultivated blooms into a stronger vine,

that winds around until we call it true love for all time…

 

Take small beginnings and nurture those with care,

only then will you encourage the shoots of love to bear,

that weight life brings for us to manage through the years,

with the strength of our love vines which we water with tears…

 

There are few fa...

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There’s a curious superfluity

of characters

in this play

forgetting the lines

missing the cues

wrong costume changes

a story confused.

Played out in performance

the audience hisses

the writer cringes

the curtains drop

on all of them

inside you.

 

© Katypoetess 2013

 

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Not one, but two shadows cast onto the ground

The oaks stand vowed apart in pride

Beautifully synchronised

Too stubborn to reach out to touch

 

As the seasons pass, they spy and hide

With no eyes to watch each other

Fluttering leaves whisper between their worlds

time momentarily stops

 

Don’t forget….

 

Dream with me now,   And when...

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