Poem: You’re Just Too …

 

 

There was a time in my life

I felt I was too …

Opinionated,

Strong,

Hostile,

Immature,

Attention-Seeking,

Wanting to be right,

Dramatic,

Sensitive,

Inconsiderate,

Lacking in compassion

Bad …

 

There was a time in my life I believed these things

where I let words affect me,

even hurt me

but I eventually stopped

because I know myself

better than you know me,

I always have,

I just forgot along the way.

 

So keep telling me I’m too all these things,

keep telling me I’m too much

because the truth is I’m too human

because the things you see as too imperfect

are filled with love

but continue to be too in the dark

on that if you wish

because I refuse to be too scared anymore,

too scared of feeling,

too scared of thinking,

too scared of who I am.

 

Because now I know I’m too me

and I find me not too bad.

Poem: Dinner For 2

With it being Valentine’s Day, I thought I would write a Valentine’s poem. Happy Valentine’s Day everyone! 🙂

 

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She watched the post,

no flowers, no card,

she hoped her love

would call soon

because this was almost like

*Gasp*

Being single!

 

Three hours later,

the phone rang,

‘Meet me for dinner’,

so she popped on some music

and got all done up,

to the nines.

 

Two hours later,

she met her outside

the date of the venue

and went inside to be asked,

‘Would you like Fries with that?’

*Gasp*

McDonalds!

Poem: 2020

Happy New Year everyone to you and yours! I hope the new year will be everything you want it to be. Thank you for all your support throughout the year & I shall see you all again in the new decade! 🙂

 

 

 

 

 

It is a new decade about to arrive
and I’m just thankful to be alive,
looking forward to
more family time,
more writing,
more reading,
more learning,
more music,
more life.

Who knows what the year will bring,
each year brings more experience,
more knowledge,
more achievements,
more fun,
highs and lows
and all in-between.
I don’t know what is on the cards
and I suppose that is why
it is both daunting and exciting.

I turn 30 this year
and my god a lot has happened
in those almost 30 years!
Over the years
I have grew to not expect
and just live
and that’s why 2020 is so exciting.

So here is to the new year,
here’s to a new decade
with more progress
and a decade to look
back at nostalgia,
here’s to taking everything
in our strides,
never worrying
because nothing is that big
at the end of the day.

Here’s to time,
to life,
to being free,
to living,
to happiness.

Poem: Take Pride

June is Pride Month so in honour of this wonderful, open-hearted month I have written this poem. Hope you all like it. Happy Pride Month! 🙂

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Take pride in you,

take happiness in your

romantic feelings or lack of,

in your sexual feelings or lack of,

in your gender,

in being intersex,

in being all the things that

make you what you are:

you.

 

Shrug off the opposition,

choose to party instead,

choose to learn your history,

choose being responsive to goodness

and leave the opposition to deal

with their problems,

they clearly have a lot of those.

Choose to be alive to life,

to living your true self

and take no step of shame,

take pride in you this month,

take pride in you all year around.

Poem: Grace & Hope

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Today is Lesbian Visibility Day so this is my poem Grace & Hope in honour of the day. Hope you all like it. 🙂

 

When they were 3

they used to play with Barbies

and occasionally a Cindy,

sitting for hours talking

and making up weddings

for their dolls.

 

By high school Grace

had turned all emo

while Hope joined

the debating team

and became the school nerd.

 

At 21 Grace wondered

why she was attracted to her

best friend.

After all Grace liked girls,

always had

but to the world Hope was

a guy called Ryan

but she never felt like a guy

to Grace

so it was all very odd.

 

In any case love was love

and all that jazz

and by 22 they were officially

an item

but Hope was moody

a lot of time

and Grace wished she would

let her in.

 

At 24, Hope admitted to Grace

that she was trans,

no big deal to anyone

except Daisy Johnson

who insisted they weren’t

‘a real lesbian couple’

like herself and Joan

but no one listened to her anyway.

 

At 30, they got engaged,

a mutual agreement over breakfast

in their new flat,

might be many years before

they would marry,

recreate their dolls’ weddings,

many years before they saved

for the rings

but the deal was made

and life was good.

 

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Poem: My Worth

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I want to fall in love someday,

just a little dream of mine,

some dreams come true,

some don’t I guess.

 

When in search of love

sometimes it’s easy to forget

to forget that you are

in fact pretty fabulous,

you bend into their mould

and that’s no fun.

 

Oh hell let me say it

I’m looking for a normal

in other words not a bigot,

I’m not a bigot,

why would I expect any less?

Why would I accept any less?

Forgot my worth, didn’t I?

 

Optional: funny, ambitious without being psychopathic,

but you know just a normal, kind person,

not some weirdo in other words,

just a personal preference,

might as well use the often misused buzzword:

preference.

 

I’m not picky,

just know what I like,

I want a normal,

not an abnormal

who is shocked and confused by everything,

I’m sure there’s multitudes of women, non-binary people and men out there

who fit that type,

I’ve come across a few,

let’s see what the future brings.

 

Poem: Remembering You Dad

My late father would have being 73 today. He sadly passed away in 2008. This poem is my tribute to my Dad, my best friend and my mentor today.

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Remembering You Dad

 

You would have being 73 today,

10 years departed,

you were too young to leave,

they say the good die young,

in your case,

that’s true.

 

Dad,

I still remember your

encouragement and love,

your gray hair with strands

of black through it,

your original, natural colour,

the smell of your hair products

and your Old Spice,

your South Dublin accent,

your black leather shoes

because one should always

invest in a good pair of shoes.

 

You were always one in a million,

wheeling the pram when many men

of your generation wouldn’t dare to,

before your time,

gentle and kind,

strong and ready

to take anyone on

when needed.

 

Me, Mum and Shar

miss you

and are thinking of you today

and every day.