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 May 2014 Dougie Simps
Ian Cairns
When I tell you I'm tired
The trouble is my bed
It doesn't seem to fit right
Without the outline of your head

When you tell me you're tired
The trouble is what's said
Typically in times of trouble
Your patience rests instead

When I tell you I'm sorry
The truth is I don't know
My intentions never crooked
Though my weakness always shows

When you tell me you're sorry
The truth is hidden low
You overthrow my worries
Keep tradition and just let go

When I tell you I'm leaving
What I mean is I'm holding on
Staring at the unmarked path
Reluctant to move along

When you tell me you're leaving
What you mean is you've already gone
So far down the crossroads
You can't make right from wrong
 May 2014 Dougie Simps
Jamie Lee
Distinguished by endearments,
a young man is on the rise.

Exploring the lands' curves,
he peers out behind blue eyes.

Venturing along his path,
his inner light shines intensely.

Observation has revealed,
he will give to others immensely.

Noticed by many, for there are,
so few that remain.
For a new friend; Devon.
Samuel walked up to his boss
and demanded in no uncertain terms:
"You'd best give me a pay rise -
you might want to know
3 companies are after me"


"Wow," said Samuel's boss
deeply impressed. "Which companies?"

"Oh," came Samuel's swift reply
*"The telephone,  electricity
and water companies"
 May 2014 Dougie Simps
Julia
Gone
 May 2014 Dougie Simps
Julia
Where once was light
Now darkness fills.
Where your presence was,
Emptiness consumes.
Where once was love,
Now hate shines through.

This bed feels more lonely tonight.
The shadows cast from the tv light show one less figure.
Words are spoken to darkness instead of to you.
And I'm alone once more.
*jm
this kids,
is how you do it

in the mid of the dark hours,
when two am is your new oldest friend
when sleep, your oldest old one,
left town on the midnight train,
taking your peace of mind

though she is far away
lost in dream-thoughts caught,
but only twelve inches close,
granting you an unasked permission,
you ok to stroke her hair,
undisturbing her, yet comforting yourself,
every voice in your temple'd altar praying,
one glorious chorus godly chant:

Oh Lord, what would I do without her?

and you stroke her hair and are saved.


2:51am

May 2014
1
Gardener Moe
and Fishermen Joe
are at the pub
and Moe confesses
(his eyes shallow, and moist) -
he’s just lost his woman

“What happened?” asks Joe
his eyes as deep as the ocean

2
And so Moe groans:
“Susan just left me
It seems I whispered
in lust all night
the name of my former lover Rosie
– so Susan’s left me”


And Fisherman Joe leans forward
so he can be heard
and he shares his wisdom:
*“Even a fish, Moe, will not
get into trouble – if it know'
when to keep its mouth shut”
...poem based on an office poster popular in the 1980s...
When a girl is born,
she is born in hatred
she is born in limitations,restriction,binding

As her childhood life begins,
the fight whether to educate her starts
people believe,it is better to save money for her dowry,

As her teenager life begins,
she suffers from her monthly cycle
& she is looked by the eyes that she has become a women
now ready to reproduce a life
even for some she is not allowed to worship in temples

As her adulthood life begins,
she is forced by everyone to get married
she is forced to give birth to a son
And spent her entire life looking after her children,husband & siblings
Without a utter,she does all for others happiness,

As her oldage life begins,
she is now laying in bed
nobody to care
nobody to look after her &
She is thrown away
but she never "complained"



Nobody understood her pain
when she was shouting inside,
I want to study
the pain she suffered every month
I dont want to get married,
the pain she went through the night of her marriage
I dont want to give birth
the pain ,the struggle of 9 months she suffered


but when she wanted someone,there was nobody to stand beside her,
nobody ever asked what she wanted
nobody ever noticed her pain
nobody every noticed her cry


"She was born to sacrifice her life"
But nobody noticed what she did for everyone

And forever she is known by"someone"
who came and disappear.........
Not to hurt any one emotion  by writing this ...just it is a compose of fact and reality which is still going there


#pain# #cry# #sacrifice# #emotional#....
 May 2014 Dougie Simps
Ian Cairns
My gut reaction remains the same
shade of grey I remember finger painting yesterday.
The smears cloak my fingerprints
like manuscripts of the negative.
Sharp enough to break through the holiest of sentiments.
It's night two in the dark alone when I call on the ghosts.
Exercise the demons so I may leave the couch at once and turn the lamp on.
Warm bodies approach- blurred yet familiar- radiating only eyes.
Dull and full of assumptions.
I can't respond.
I reach out and watch as effort manifests as motionless limbs again.
Now, my eyes neither open nor closed, identify nothing.
My hands, palms dripping a simple shade of gloom I've come to embrace, greet my brow.
Grey sweat covers this grey reflection and these paintbrush arms I own just want to get up and live.
In color again.
1)  THE INVITATION

Mr and Mrs Smith
thought they'd need
(Oh, just for fun)
a change of guests they had
so they invited Death
for a meal, via email
“Hello, would you care
to come for dinner?
6pm will be fine.”

And Death said yes,
but he wanted to know:
Is that a death wish?
And he was working at home
so he continued deleting
names on his database


2)  DINNER

And it was dinner
and Mrs Smith rolled
her eyes, and patted her curls
and Death said:
“You trying to flirt with me?”
And then they played cards
and Death looked
at Mr Smith dealing
and he groaned:
“You trying to cheat me?”
And Mrs Smith said:
“How would you like your dinner?”
And Death said: "Always cold for me.”
And Mr and Mrs Smith thought
it was time for their guest to go
but Death said:
*“I’ll have you know
nobody tells me when to come or go”
...dark humor, dead serious...poem based on a jumble of jokes, from various sources
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