My friends cat got cat-i-tude
spoiled and downright rude
thinks he’s just purr-fect
has all my tights wrecked
he’s such a cool kitty
sitting there looking pretty
I don’t know what’s going to happen
have to stop myself from cat nappin’
that would be a cat-astrophe
‘cos my friend means too much to me

To be beside the sea
mind and body in harmony
listening to the sea’s symphony
a water creature is me
feels like heaven ought to be

Cheating on his girlfriend
he loves her,doesn’t know why
texting and planning
while kissing her goodbye
saving for the ring
he’s going to ask her soon
while thoughts of his lover
makes his mind swoon
he wants a child
and a beautiful bride
but he also wants his bit on the side
the man I can’t understand
everyone says he’s a great boyfriend
maybe he thinks he is
and needs to share his unique bliss
he’s a traitor a ‘Judas’ kiss

Hands bound

face to ground

leather whip

caresses my tip

Ripples of ecstasy

coursing through me

submissive, happily

blissfully tied, by thee

Avoiding your eyes

their guilting me

my inadvertent sighs

you, I pity

Whatever we had

for me, it’s gone

I’m a coward

we carry on

He promised me ecstasy
I got sausage and chips
He promised me kisses twee
too short on my lips
He got down on one knee
couldn’t get up with his hips
he promised me he was free
my ear his girl clips

She thinks of him every day of her life

pierces her soul like a sharp knife

the baby she had to abandon

her first born, her precious son

To young to handle responsibility

told this by peers repeatedly

gave in to pressure

heartbroken beyond measure

no day goes by

she doesn’t cry

you’ll often hear her sigh

memories drift by

She’s afraid to look for him

in case only fulfilling her whim

he may not want to know

her forgotten long ago

Then the phonecall

she, held up by the wall

he wanted to find his birth mother

a space unfilled by another

She took three days to respond

scared of her he wouldn’t be fond

without him she’s had to live

would he be able to forgive

Today’s the day

he’s on his way

can bridges be built?

can the gaps be filled?

They scour each others face

for any sign of resemblance

then lock in a tight embrace

Takes time

I hope their futures sublime

I’m a living tomb

my baby has died in my womb

I have to let nature take its course

Can’t bear this, what could be worse?

I’m still getting many a smile

people don’t know my turmoil

My baby has died

I still haven’t cried

the sadness buried inside

You kissed my stretchmarks one by one

I squirmed until you were done

You traced my appendix scar

I wanted to run, far

You told me I was gorgeous

I felt nauseous

I’m too damaged too believe

compliments I can’t receive

Perfectly chosen smile

practiced in the mirror

ways that beguile

inside quivering with fear

Eyes that shine bright

special drops to create

constantly flowing at night

in herself, no faith

Abused when a mere child

a friendly face on show

her feelings she learnt how to hide

the true her, you’ll never know

You ripped of my skirt

I loved

you called me a ****

I adored

you asked me to talk *****

I obliged

you came, I didn’t

*******

“Just a fling,

didn’t mean anything”

family in ruins

you sing the same tunes

Not the first time

you committed this crime

this crime of passion

downtrodden my new fashion

I’ve met someone new

haven’t told you

but then it’s

“Just a fling,

doesn’t mean anything”

Bloodied lip

fractured hip

his idea of passion

my bones crushing

with each scream

his eyes gleam

my pain

his gain

I’m not submissive

he’s abusive

Sometimes angels cry

their souls sigh

wings weigh heavy

they want a bevy

Sometimes angels laugh

at evil’s gaff

not always easy to be good

though they know they should

They were once human

mortal man or woman

so forgive them the lapse days

were all entitled to laze

Punishment when perfection goes

their polishing their halos

next time you see a white feather

you’ll know their doing better

From my chin a hair is sprouting

My cracks need a bit of grouting

I’m often seen plastered

This ladylike thing I haven’t quite mastered

But I’m good for a bit of craic

Of laughter there is no lack

I’ve been told I’m incorrigible

But I think I’m loveable

I’m always going to be a rogue

Peoples Achilles heel I have to poke

Sensitive souls mightn’t like my humour

But that might be a nasty rumour

Then again I’m a bit of a divil-may-care

So if you don’t like it stay outta my hair

I saw a magpie today
standing there solitary
fear of childhood nursery
a rhyme drummed into me

‘One for Sorrow’

Checking no-one was near
Compelled by fear
I whisper
“Good morning, Mr. Magpie
How’s the wife and family”

I’m feeling absolutely silly
and then my heart leaped with joy
along came Mrs. Magpie

Saved by superstition
rhymes truth came to fruition

‘One for sorrow, two for joy’
I happily wave them both goodbye

If my ***** could grip tighter it would

it would swallow you whole if she could

she’d stop you coming so quick

just to have more time with your ****

This ***** is greedy and selfish

your shaft her favourite dish

she’ll let you lap up her cream

your *****’s passion supreme

Bridezilla is on the rampage
slightest mishap starts to rage
place settings, table plans
hair pulling, feet dance
screams and tantrums
plate dodging chums
stressing over money
I’m so not funny
hubby-2-be was being tongue-in-cheek
unaware of the havoc I can wreak
he’s in the doghouse for a week
my company is not for the meek

If he could see himself through my eyes

his head wouldn’t fit through the door

If it’s the size I see it as

his **** would be hitting the floor

If we did it as much as I want

I wouldn’t be able to walk no more

If he cares half as much as I do

being together will never be a chore

Impressionable young women
encouraged to enter a trade
that oft belittles and degrades
detrimental to mental health
not worth the short-term wealth
people have become inured
forget the pain often endured
reality becomes obscured
to enter a life of vice
women can feel they have no choice
no other way they recognise
fed by their dealers lies
I always picture it seedy
making a living from the needy
pimps are just plain greedy
big men, in fact, weedy
I’m told its consensual
to me thats nonsensical
is it anyway factual
maybe ‘John’s’ whimsical

An old photograph

me and my bro

sharing a laugh

so long ago

both blond beauties

innocent cuties

my hair turned brown

along with my mood

on my face a frown

grievance my food

Teenage years

time of tears and fears

knowing everything and nothing

wishing for something

One big walking hormone

glued to a phone

I’m glad that times over

never did discover

that something

happy not to know everything