Never Shag A Poet
Never Shag A Poet
Sitting at my table I’m a face in the crowd
As I listen to the words that are read;
The stories and the laughs and the horrors that I hear
Reveal brief but clear glimpse inside your head.
Loss it would seem is a theme that recurs
As each poet lets their story unfold;
In all of it’s guises, it’s many shapes and sizes,
Events are now painfully retold.
Death is the rarest in it’s final goodbye
As you struggle as the one who is left;
But at least deep inside where the memories reside
You have light when you’re feeling bereft.
You know in your heart that is wasn’t ever choice
That they always held you close till the end;
They still wanted the place that they held in your heart:
Husband, parent, sibling, child or friend.
More common it would seem if we go with the theme
Is the lover who betrays our trust;
And to vent our ire in a rant full of spleen
Gives cathartic release and is a must!
Bastards they are that they chose someone else
And have ruined our ability to tell;
The real from the fake, second-guess the choice we make,
May their faithless souls all rot in hell.
Next comes the quiet slow silent death
Of a relationship that’s stifled by time;
Years creeping by like a slowly rolling fog,
Boredom stifling your essence like a vine.
But worse yet than this is the marriage not in bliss
Where the partners are so clearly mismatched;
As they bicker and they pick, heart and soul feeling sick
And they strive to paper over all the cracks.
What will be the end or the final breaking point
As they struggle to subsume themselves for now?
In the final deathlike throe of the relationship they know
They must end their current torture but just how?
Having heard these stories play and empathised this way
I see the verse now taking on life of it’s own;
All the passion and the pain, light and darkness of a stain
As it seeps into life formed as a poem.
A thought now to ponder as you view this slice of life,
Should you really shag a poet do you think?
Do you want at some point all your foibles and your faults,
To be immortalised forever now in ink.
A further thought to ponder as you listen to these tales;
Which are graphically told just as they are;
You may find yourself the subject and are now poetic fodder,
And are featuring as main and central star.
So finally to conclude, if you decide to chance as said
And you venture into waters still and deep;
If you do go shag a poet, and you take that chance and blow it,
Remember what you sow you well may reap.
<Deleted User> (9593)
Tue 30th Aug 2011 20:03
Yolande...this is really great. Superb rhythm, great rhymes. I can already 'hear' it as a performance piece. I can identify with parts of it only too well! Makes me think of Victoria Wood, or even some Monty Python. That's meant as mega compliments.
Would love to see/hear you perform it!
Thu 18th Nov 2010 06:58
Hey! I just spotted this cos I was reading your latest poem, I wasn't on WOL when this one appeared. I think it's utterly fab! And I agree it would be great as a performance piece too. x
Sat 15th May 2010 21:30
How did I miss this?!
Your poem touches on the reality with insight and humour!
<Deleted User> (5646)
Thu 24th Sep 2009 12:04
Hi Yolande, there's a lot of truth in your poem and humour too. Would be great performed i think. All i can say is thank god i've never shagged a poet if this is what i can expect if we fall out. tee hee!
Mon 21st Sep 2009 12:48
Yes - us poets do tend to let it all hang out in our poetry - some to a larger extent than others - an interesting and humouress observation Yo.
Sun 20th Sep 2009 20:22
Te he he..... love it Yo.... all us ladies need to take this advice, and shagging poets is def out of bounds!! Imagine logging on and finding yourself and all your foibles up for the world to view. A big no no!!!!
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