Poem: Out Of The Box And Visible

Yesterday was Bi Visibility Day. This is my poem for the day with lots of wonderful bi flags. I hope that all the bi people out there had an amazing day and Bi Week. Happy Bi Visibility Day and Bi Visibility Week. Keep being amazing! šŸ™‚ Hope you all enjoy the poem & I hope everyone else does too. šŸ™‚

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Not everyone is gay,

not everyone is straight,

not everyone fits into neat little boxes

which you feel makes your life easier

but then it has nothing to do with you

so that just sounds weird.

23rd of September each year,

Bi Visibility Day,

must drive the ones

who adore their little boxes mad,

might be a better idea to put a gift in those boxes,

you know to help bi people celebrate

instead of wanting to put the stars of the day

in the box like you try to do

every other day,

god it’s so boring

so instead bi people, bi+ people and allies,

all the normal thinking people in other words

are going to ignore you

like we try to do

every other day.

Wave those bi flags y’all,

the bisexual ones,

the biromantic ones,

dance like there is no tomorrow,

live and forget the negativity exists,

enjoy your life

just as you are,

you aren’t the problem,

don’t let the problems inflicted by

problematic people

make you unhappy today

or any day of your life,

sometimes it will get you down

but you’ll get back up and

you will be back to yourself again

waving those flags

and being as visible as hell.

Poem: An Invitation To Be Shocked

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Sometimes I don’t know what I’m listening to,

I get sick to my teeth of hearing

the prejudiced,

the ignorant,

the gaslighters especially

playing the goddamn victim,

the world is hard enough right now

without hearing your sob stories

on the bleedin’ regular,

honey you are entitled to your opinion,

own it if you like

but I’ll disagree when I want to

and if debating like two adults is too hard,

darling you need to learn what it means

to be an adult.

Because I am sick to my teeth

of you playing that card

because you know your opinions

will make no sense and come over ugly

if god forbid you actually debated it

instead of taking that time to tear down

every aspect of my character,

if you don’t like me and think I’m a bitch,

fair enough I probably think the same about you

because adults are able to think that

but this whole “everyone is getting at me

because they debate with me and they don’t like me”

is pathetic.

I can listen even when I don’t agree

so please do tell me why you want people

treated differently to you?

Please don’t tell me it’s your religion,

your generation,

your country,

they are aspects of you

but you are an individual,

tell me why you think it

because from my perspective it looks like

you want power,

convince me otherwise

because if you can’t,

your moaning falls on deaf ears.

I have had so many people

like you try to tell me what I’m about

and many other people sadly have the same story

so tell us all about your motives and agenda for a change

in human terms for once please,

with feeling as they say in the music business,

I personally don’t think it’s there within you

but shock me.

5 Poems To Celebrate Culture Night!

On the 18th of September, Culture Night took place. Here is 5 amazing poems to celebrate the event. Enjoy! šŸ™‚

Phenomenal Woman by Maya Angelou

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/48985/phenomenal-woman

Her Voice by Oscar Wilde

https://poets.org/poem/her-voice

Mother To Son by Langston Hughes

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/47559/mother-to-son

Untitled by James Baldwin

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/88936/untitled-56fd7727ab2dd

Daffodils by William Wordsworth

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/45521/i-wandered-lonely-as-a-cloud

Poem: Enough?

This poem is from the perspective of my character Darnell in my Work in Progress Darnell & Dylan. Hope you all like it. šŸ™‚

Is Love Enough to Make a Marriage Work?

I want it to work

but that doesn’t mean it can

or will,

we love each other

but do we get each other?

I know the answer is no

and I like to think that can change,

I know he likes to think that too

but hope is not reality.

We might think we are perfect for each other,

we might hope that we are,

we might want to be

but that’s no good

if we make each other unhappy

if we spend too much time together,

I think I’ll always love him

and he will always love me

but is that enough?

My Poem Strength Was Read On The ReadByLyn Podcast!

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My poem Strength was read on the latest episode of the amazing podcast ReadByLyn. If you haven’t checked the podcast out by now, you should, it’s amazing. šŸ™‚

My poem appears alongside the wonderful poem I Cannot Sing by Edward Nathaniel Harleston. The episode is brilliant and I was really chuffed that my poem was a part of it.

Strength is about my experiences of losing my confidence in myself due to gaslighting and prejudice and feeling so low that I wanted to kill myself because I thought I couldn’t be myself and I thought I couldn’t be myself, be happy and live. I was wrong because things do get better, they get really amazing on the other side even though it doesn’t always feel like that. It’s about the strength that saved me from somewhere within me and how I will never let that go.

I hope you all like the poem and thank you Lyn once again, I appreciate my poem being included very much. šŸ™‚

To listen to the latest episode of ReadByLyn and to the podcast in general go to:

https://anchor.fm/readbylyn/episodes/Will-you-take-the-leap-ejcst2

Poem: The Body On The Road

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Sunlight lit up the shadows

as dawn approached,

a body lay on the road,

no one knew what had happened this person

but the police would be around later in the morning,

theories would abound,

interviews done and press conferences air.

 

But this case would never be solved,

years later the killer would stand at this spot

casually smoking a cigarette

and thinking with happiness about that night

that they had taken the life of that stranger

whose name they didn’t know

until all those news reports aired,

their first kill.

Poem: Karen & Mitch

(This poem is inspired by two of my characters Mitch and Karen. Mitch has been a prominent character in some of my books and Karen has featured in some of my books as well though I have had an idea for a while about a book where she is the protagonist and in part of the book, I want to explore the friendship she and Mitch have because one of the things I love about their friendship is how 70% of what they think about social issues is probably the same but 30% isn’t. They differ on the approach side of things but they are always respectful of where the other is coming from and I find it very beautiful to think about. Personally, I do find if more people were like them, the world would be much better for everyone of all approaches.)

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Karen

I work as a psychologist and I spent the morning helping a man

to see that it was ok

to not want his son to be trans,

this father was 74 and deeply religious,

I understood how he found it difficult

to understand the new world,

I tried to encourage him to see things differently,

talked about how it could save the relationship

he and his son had

but I understood it would take time

and a lot of relearning to get to that stage

for him.

 

Mitch

I had a cigarette as I waited for Karen,

Seen the bigoted father go to his car,

Karen doesn’t tell tales from the office

but I know of him misgendering his son

and playing the victim while his son gets

mental health issues he didn’t need to have,

oh I can’t stand him,

makes my skin crawl.

Karen comes out

and we head to lunch.

 

Karen

‘So how has your day been Mitch?’,

I ask while munching a bagel.

‘Oh, you know the usual,

wrote a blog post that probably

annoyed Trump’s America and well Nate,

but whatever.’

I smile,

sounds about right,

I would be worried if he hadn’t.

‘Someone called me hostile in the comments,

said I wasn’t understanding of people and the usual.’, he shrugs.

I laugh,

that’s one of the things I love about him,

no matter what is said he always stays true

to what he believes and fights what he sees as bigotry

with a heart filled with good.

 

Mitch

‘And yourself Kar?’, I ask

while trying to much down on a piece

of hard tomato.

‘I read an article on the train this morning

about a mother trying to come to terms with her

daughter being a lesbian, I felt for her as she knows

no better and seems to really love her daughter but

then the comments underneath were a debate where

one poster uttered my sentiments and another said they

were not understanding to the daughter’s feelings.’, she replies.

She sighs,

one of the things I love about Karen is how she does

feel for both sides and continually fights to bring families

together in a way that she sees it as bringing them together

with a heart filled with good.

 

Karen

Back at home later in the night

I can’t help thinking about Mitch’s blog post

and how him doing something with obvious kindness

for people facing injustice is met with negativity,

it disgusts me on different levels,

most importantly because my best friend is

most certainly not hostile,

his goodness comes from a different place than mine

but that doesn’t mean it’s badness

and I’m annoyed that this commenter

has views similar to me and is making

people like me look like something

I would hate to be like.

 

Mitch

I lay in bed thinking about

how Karen was made feel

like she didn’t care about the daughter

when I know she did and it makes me angry

because she is incredibly caring,

she just cares in her own way and

there is nothing wrong with that

and that person on the train

has views similar to me and is making

people like me look like something

I would hate to be like.

Poem: Communication

(This poem is from the perspective of my character Darnell in my current WIP Darnell & Dylan.)

 

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We could never communicate

and not much has changed

even though over a decade has passed.

Never were we on the one page,

we would talk and talk at each other

but not listen much

but now I am trying to listen

but you won’t

and I am lost.

I want to save this,

won’t you help me to?

It requires you listening

and understanding me too, you know

even if we agree to disagree.

It can’t go on like this though

or we will destroy each other,

love is not enough,

we need to communicate,

we need to respect each other babe.

Poem: Mr “I Meant No Harm”

This poem is not about everybody who falls into all these identities or one or more of these identities which Mr “I Meant No Harm” falls in. In fact, I believe the majority of people who do are not anything like the character in this poem but a certain amount of people are and that’s what this poem is about.

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Mr “I Meant No Harm”

sat in a cafe with a friend

having breakfast,

he was speaking about a show

he was watching where there was

“an actor and a black actor”,

when his friend said they were

either “two actors” or

“a white actor and a black actor”,

Mr “I Meant No Harm”

told him he

“meant no harm”.

 

Mr “I Meant No Harm”

sat across from a new colleague

in his his office job,

he was speaking about his love life

when his colleague mentioned that

his partner and he were going to dinner later,

“What’s her name?”, asked Mr “I Meant No Harm”

to be informed of what his name was,

Mr “I Meant No Harm”

told him he

“meant no harm”.

 

Mr “I Meant No Harm”

got chatting with the barista at lunch,

the barista mentioned how he and his girlfriend

were expecting a baby,

Mr “I Meant No Harm”

asked “When is she due?”

to which the barista replied that

he was giving birth in seven months,

Mr “I Meant No Harm”

told him he

“meant no harm”.

 

Mr “I Meant No Harm”

was back at work debating

some work matter with a long-time colleague,

“I graduated from Oxford”

Mr “I Meant No Harm” informed

his fellow colleague to which he replied

that he had been offered a place too

but couldn’t afford to accept it,

Mr “I Meant No Harm”

told him he

“meant no harm”.

 

Mr “I Meant No Harm”

was speaking to another colleague

later in the afternoon debating

another work matter when he said

“Are you not being irrational about all this sweetheart?”

to which she made her excuses and walked away,

Mr “I Meant No Harm”

called after her that he

“meant no harm”.

 

Mr “I Meant No Harm”

was speaking to the new colleague again

near the end of the work day,

he pointed to another fellow colleague

and said “Is she trying some weird fashion statement?”

to which the colleague wondering what he was working with

replied that she was a Muslim,

Mr “I Meant No Harm”

told him that he

“meant no harm”.

 

Mr “I Meant No Harm”

went to the shops

to get a few bits in after work,

he stood behind an old woman in the queue

and whispered to the middle-aged man behind him

that “the poor dear is out on her own”

to which the older woman called back

that she was well capable of being out on her own,

Mr “I Meant No Harm”

told her that he

“meant no harm”.

 

Mr “I Meant No Harm”

was walking home with his shopping,

he met his friend Tina who was going

to meet her boyfriend Cormac down at the shops,

“Try getting him out of the drinks aisle Tina”,

Mr “I Meant No Harm” laughed,

“The Irish eat too.”, Tina grinned through gritted teeth,

Mr “I Meant No Harm”

told her that he

“meant no harm”.

 

Mr “I Meant No Harm”

was on the phone to a friend,

his friend made a stupid remark

to which Mr “I Meant No Harm”

replied “You’re retarded mate”,

his friend replied that using that word

was offensive to which

Mr “I Meant No Harm”

told them that he

“meant no harm”.

 

Mr “I Meant No Harm”

went on the internet,

seen a tweet about

someone who was depressed,

replied that

“You just need to try harder to break the cycle”,

when Twitter users disagreed,

Mr “I Meant No Harm”

told them all that he

“meant no harm”.

 

Mr “I Meant No Harm”

sat watching television,

he noticed a man talking about body positivity

and wondered how he could be positive about his body

when in Mr “I Meant No Harm”‘s eyes he was too fat,

though no one was there to say anything no prizes for guessing

what his reply would have been,

Mr “I Meant No Harm”

would have told whoever that he

“meant no harm”.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Night Before Christmas By Clement Clarke Moore/Henry Livingston Jr. Review!

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The Night Before Christmas (1823) by Clement Clarke Moore/Henry Livingston Jr. is a wonderful classic poem.

There has been first of all debate over who wrote this poem. Some think Clement Clarke Moore, others favour Henry Livingston Jr. Most do attribute it to the former but it’s not completely clear who actually brought this poem to household status.

I think many of us grew up hearing the opening lines of this poem but not having read the whole text so it was wonderful to recently get around to reading it in full. The rest of the poem is as wonderful as those famous opening lines. The scene is really vividly painted throughout and is very heartwarming. The plot goes that a father is watching Saint Nicholas in his sleigh been pulled by the reindeer. Saint Nick then comes down the chimney with the toys and fills the stockings before leaving again.

Very understated and wonderfully put together, this poem brings the magical feeling of Christmas and the traditional image of Santa Claus to life. While it is a Christmas poem, it is such a classic that you can enjoy it at any time of the year. The detail in it is fantastic, Santa is given many personality traits and it is just a very joyful, happy poem which makes you smile.

 

To get your free copy of The Night Before Christmas by Clement Clarke Moore/Henry Livingston Jr. go to:

https://largepdf.com/the-night-before-christmas-the-classic-account-of-the-visit-from-st-nicholas/

For more about Clement Clarke Moore and his work go to:

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/clement-clarke-moore

For more about Henry Livingston Jr. and his work go to:

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/henry-livingston