Donations are essential to keep Write Out Loud going    

Note: No profile exists for this entry - most likely it was deleted.

Hello darling, I'm home again

Hello darling I’m home again
Now kick the holy hell out of me
Threaten me your  never coming back
that you’ll leave me stranded on the rack
Of hate
With the tea to sort out on my own
In a prison of a house
A pebbledashed thrown I owe
Tell me I never wash cook or clean
Tell me my lustre and sheen has vanished
Ignore me in the corner
When I quip
Shut me down with paralysing profanity slip
dont be fooled, she can do the splits
this gorgeous bitch of an itch I love
hits with the force of ten tonne conscript glitch
theres something deeply disturbed in her
cower
I un fold
a shattered plate you no longer hold
onto
teas
off on the floor
so I mop it up
you tot up the fairway score for me
patient man
patiently wait
for change,always hoping, always  wonder
is it kindness thats my bloating blunder
now?
drill my eyes
push me away
the devil personfied
the silent sway
slaps the face
it’s the unwritten way
many men
never the nerve to say
this domestic violence
flipside
It’s not all one sex
men can’t confide
egotists and mother’s pride
to think about
so they lock it away
compounded pain
stacked upon darken day
the evenings events regular
poor man prey
the mantice and the fly
squatted, lay
the lashes of thorns on the Venus trap
my slightest remarks
and you beat the snap
into me
dissolved in juices
I’m just a slave
I give you children
You misbehave
With next doors hunk the shagging git
The taking the piss
Of my weenie wit
I kill the literal fucker one day!, Git!, have a bit of it!
be sure of it
Just as soon as find my strength
In swinging fits
As for now ill always love you
Thru every bruise
every threatened charm
the times you promise to disarm yourself
beating
Always violence
Always flying plates
And all this science
No way to explain
Any way out
I keep the secret in silence
I can find many excuses for your bruises, I am a working man
but I hide them anyway
ashamed.

◄ the animal instinct

spores ►

Comments

Profile image

Francine

Tue 21st Dec 2010 05:35

I have never understood how people could confuse love and abuse... It comes down to self esteem.

Profile image

Jeff Dawson

Sun 7th Dec 2008 19:27

Hi Pete, brilliantly written, its a sad fact of life that never seems to go away, my heart goes out to your friend. Jeff

Pete Crompton

Thu 20th Nov 2008 15:00

Winston, thanks
yes you are right about the pauses.
I would more than likely alter this poem for performance, prob shorter.

Glad you like the venus (fly trap) lashes
the idea about a plant/flower being sinsister and functional, playing against the norm of a plant which are so normally passive. The question of the violent female (as is implied) is subject matter quite secret (in domestic violence terms) Carole points out a website which deals with issues greater, I agree with your comments on this poem, especially over the male/female - 'who cares! , it exists! no matter what the sex' point. The idea of a man who dearly loves his wife, allowing him to hurt him vocally and thru physical means plays a difficult dichotomy. He truly believes she's is ill, and she may well be, therefore the injuries sustained are just the part of him that carries her over whatever rough pasture pot-holed, no matter, that is love. If you notice his violence unleashed upon the thoughts of the MALE next door who is having the open affair with her. (an idea inspired from a film called 'the acid house' )

suffice to say Im gratefull and appreciative of your interest and comments, as always.

Pete your left hand driver. (left hand drive canal boat???!! )

Profile image

winston plowes

Thu 20th Nov 2008 14:42

Hi Pete, Yes subdued I think. But it would need a lot of preparation to get pauses in the right places and to put a powerful and strong emphasis on the right words and phrases "Drill my eyes". some of which would come over very powerfully. I like the "Venus lashes", The "silent sway" and "as for now I'll always love you" sections.
Winston

Pete Crompton

Thu 20th Nov 2008 11:23

Hi Winston
Thanks for the feedback, I think this would be performed in a most subdued manner.

Profile image

winston plowes

Thu 20th Nov 2008 09:54

Well Pete, I have just got up and this is an emotional start to the day. To hear your own performance of this poem would be amazing I suspect. For me this poem is laced with such strong images, many in contradiction to the normal roles of our sexes. It stands as a statement against domestic violence without having to debate who suffers more often. That's not the point, it's the fact that it happens at all.

P.S. I have not been able to comfortably operate the self scan machine at Tescos since last Sunday's WOL at Bolton!

Cheers Winston

Pete Crompton

Thu 20th Nov 2008 00:50

Hi Carole
Hi Mum

Mum, this is my poetic response
its not my style but I wrote it for you


Something wonderful

Don’t focus on the negative
too much of it already
better left unsaid
its not worthy
and we all share it
we all know its there
darkness does its to own work.
brighter things she said
loving things she said
this should all enter heads
more often
nurture
it helps with the smiling
don’t dwell in the dark
rather, soften yourself
as
hands alone cannot change the hard
shouting never softened the shard
upon which we are all cut
from time to time
share mine, yes
and ill share yours
see, now we both smile!
And under feet
Pave gold our troubled mile
every day a test but
let light in
you must do
it helps you live
brighter things need not be chained
or elusive
let it all go, give
to someone, heal
tension makes a prisoner
precious time it tries to steal
yet with wondrous things in heart
stronger is your shield
let the guard own at appropriate times
for that’s important too
as
Love can’t get in if you block it
and
Light only makes shadows
If you stop it
A list of loving things
mother said
find light in which to write
for she had given birth
so passage comes to light
now we see the waterfall
where once the dead of night

Profile image

shoeless

Wed 19th Nov 2008 18:53

oh i wish comments were editable , i did mean pete , have you shown the poem to your friend ,
your poems are good lately have you noticed ?

Profile image

shoeless

Wed 19th Nov 2008 18:52

http://www.mensadviceline.org.uk/

have you shown it to your friend it might give him the push he needs

Pete Crompton

Wed 19th Nov 2008 17:40

Hi Mum I have plenty of happy poems, but they ar every personal and I dont like reading them or sharing them, one reason is a once super poem I wrote about our gardens and flowers and things

A; sounded cliche
B; was plagurised and i never forgave them

also mum there's tons of happy poems on here and not always enough of the darker stuff
it does need to be said
and all the flower stuff, im not confident with it!

a lot of the poems i do are about people I know

<Deleted User> (5164)

Wed 19th Nov 2008 15:37

hiya pete

i have to say this is my fave poem that ive read yet,
being a sufferer of domestic vilonce myself
i can totally relate to it

thanx for sharing this poem
its great and so full of emotion

keep up the good work hun

sez x

<Deleted User> (5247)

Wed 19th Nov 2008 08:30

Very sad verse.

Do you have any happy poems Peter about the happy and good things in life on beautiful Earth I would love to read them. Mum xxx

Profile image

clarissa mckone

Wed 19th Nov 2008 00:41

I know men get abused, but I have to say I have seen more females put up with this behavior from men. I know that I have put up with some of it. But hitting crosses the line.There is a girl I work with that is about to be fired, because her boy friend does this stuff, and then she cant work.We all feel bad for her and have tried to help her, she always says no.Can your friend just leave?Or video it?

Profile image

clarissa mckone

Wed 19th Nov 2008 00:20

oh thats so sad, no one should have to deal with that.I could over look once, if it was not serious in nature. But to put up with it all the time. Im sorry for your friend. Nice poem, nice write.

Pete Crompton

Tue 18th Nov 2008 23:51

for my friend.

If you wish to post a comment you must login.

This site uses cookies. By continuing to browse, you are agreeing to our use of cookies.

Find out more Hide this message