Poem: Ordinary Extraordinary

 

 

He has a strength of character,

empowering,

gentle,

strong,

compassionate,

passionate.

The type of person

who inspires

and unintentionally makes

you feel like you don’t do enough,

the kind of person who is ordinary

and pushes themselves so much

beyond their limits.

 

 

And when he isn’t fighting for rights

and for attitudes to change,

he likes running marathons

just for the challenge,

learning about new foods

that keep him healthy,

painting and drawing pictures

that express himself and his ideas.

 

He’s the kind of activist

the right-wing fear,

one who pushes through fear

to get his point across

and that bravery is

inspiring of course

but it’s also kind of sexy,

much more braver

than someone going into a boxing ring,

he faces emotional insults daily

and most of all he’s the kind of activist

the right-wing fear

because he’s an everyperson,

ordinary and articulate

in extraordinary circumstances

in which he feels he has no choice

but to fight

and the best activists

can be found

when pushed to the limits,

the choices he makes come

from his brain

but they are most powerful

because they come from his heart.

 

 

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Poem: Stars

 

 

 

It was a clear night,

she wrapped her fingers

through hers

as they rested on a blanket

and looked at the stars,

it was like a scene from a movie

only more mundane,

she listened as she told her

facts about stars and space,

suddenly interested in

something she’d never been before

because she was storytelling,

she kissed her on the cheek first,

courage stopping her from kissing her lips

though she really wanted to

then she kissed her back on the lips gently,

their first kiss,

they both blushed

and were unsure how to act

so they cuddled up in each arms

and she continued talking

about stars and the space

knowing they both felt

they were in a wonderful new galaxy

together

like stars in the sky

till the end of time.

Poem: Out At The Haunted House

Here’s a Halloween poem for you everyone. Happy Halloween everyone to you and yours. 🙂

 

The haunted house

lay in front of Kara,

she was nervous

but she was acting brave

in front of her girlfriend Leanne

as they sat in Leanne’s car,

“They say young women died in there”,

said Leanne like she was beginning

a short horror story.

Then what the fuck are we doing here Lee?

We’re young women, well

youngish women.

“Come on, let’s get to my sister’s

Halloween party …”

Leanne laughed,

“You sound scared.”

“I’m not scared.”,

Kara said with a dismissive laughed.

Terrified is closer the mark.

“But come on, there’s nothing

to see here. It’s all myths.”

Kara’s mobile phone rang,

she expected it was her sister

wondering where they’d got to,

she answered the call,

“Kar, where are you? My car’s been stolen.”, said Leanne.

Terror overtook her,

in a flash she felt vampire teeth

sink deep into her neck.

Poem: Painted Smile On Bleeding Heart

 

 

I was stupid

to let my heart

get so involved

and let you rip

it to shreds

like it was

a piece of rubbish

ready to be thrown out or

like clay to be moulded into

something harder

but I refuse to think it’s

useless rubbish

or to make it get harder.

 

 

I let my heart get

too involved

because I had no choice

and as much as I want to

say good riddance to you,

the sad truth is you could

play with my heart,

twist it every way you wanted

and I’d still be here

because I can’t break away,

I don’t even want it

and that’s where I’m stupid

but I can’t do anything about it.

 

 

And my heart bleeds inside

wanting to fix this,

to fix us

while you make no effort

because you don’t care

and you not caring makes my heart

bleed more but instead I paint on a smile,

believe everything will sort itself out,

I have to,

otherwise I’m going to cry again

and my pillow won’t thank me.

Poem: New World

 

 

 

Knock down the fences,

batter down the barriers,

the new world’s a’coming,

let’s not wait hundreds more years

and more,

open minds,

open hearts,

rid our world of a toxic

called prejudice,

we brought it into the world,

now we must do our duty

and save our world from being crap

by not being assholes.

Poem: One-Sided

 

He started dancing the light fantastic

with the big noises,

the humble writer,

well she didn’t exist to him anymore

but when you dance the light fantastic

as a small fry with the big noises

you end up dancing alone

although of course she would

never let that happen,

to fall in love

she learned

was to lose all self-respect

and pick up the pieces

not because she was a goody-goody

but because she had to,

stupidly but understandably

she had to,

though he wasn’t there for her,

she knew she’d always be there for him,

it went without saying.