Poetry Blogs (slam poetry)
Preamble: I know some folk are not going to like this, but it's my right to be angry and I don't care who knows it.
Live version on Youtube: https://youtu.be/ckq0X_z6I6M
On the 30th of March 2019
I shall wake up significantly older
And no longer European.
What a great birthday present history has prepared for me -
After 4 decades on this planet, “we’re revoking your Eu...
Thursday 17th January 2019 12:22 am
Preamble: this is a slam poem and probably works better aloud. I'll try to make a video one day.
I’m here today to speak to you about something of great importance:
We have to save the words!
Dozens of words each day are being lost
We cannot underestimate the intellectual cost
As their natural habitats become corrupted
And their reproductive patterns are being disrupted
Friday 7th December 2018 5:05 am
One of my favourite ways of passing the time
Is chasing imagery and hunting down rhyme,
But as this takes place inside my head
It’s not enough, or so my doctor’s said.
Poetry feeds my brain and soothes my soul
But it doesn’t help much towards my fitness goals.
If only flexing words could take inches off my thighs!
If only shaping verses was more than mental exercise!
Thursday 1st November 2018 7:15 am
I care about fitness enough to sign up for Zumba classes on Mondays
But not enough to attend them regularly.
I care about my looks enough to spend too much on make-up
But not enough to spend time putting it on properly.
I care about my weight enough to hurl messages of hate at the mirror in the morning
But not enough to resist the packet of biscuits late at night.
I care about my...
Monday 23rd July 2018 9:38 pm
I hooked onto the face of a psychopath executing flagellation
ate his lobster raw
and its eyes for his eyes
his damp face from my white meat spit
elastic banded claws dropped on embroidered brogues
in Monaco gamblers we trust
rise over here and I’ll hammer you
Saturday 11th November 2017 10:15 am
I am fifteen years old and I think I own the world.
I have a boyfriend and he loves me.
He yells at me but that is okay, he loves me.
He shoves me but that is okay, he loves me.
He slapps me but that is okay, he loves me.
He holds me down as I yell and scream because it hurts but that is okay, he loves me.
I am sixteen years old and I escaped my first abusive relationship....
Monday 24th July 2017 10:43 am