Life in degrees is a personal poetry and occasional short story blog .
Life is seen in many different ways or degrees and with the help of poetry, stories, music and art we may view it from many perspectives.
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Monday, 9 September 2013

Demons of the mind

Demons of the mind 


Sitting  face to face are the demons of my mind 
Cheeky little chappies, with an agenda of some kind, 
Plotting  lots of jokes and silly things I shouldn't say 
Making sure there is at least one faux pas, 
that passes my lips nearly every other day 
So when I splurt  the wrong thing  uncontrollably from my lips 
My mental sieve has failed again,,,,,,, OOps I let it slip !
Cos sitting face to face are the demons of my mind.

Submitted to Imaginary garden with real toads Check it out !!!!!

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Sunday, 10 February 2013

Valentine Verses

Easily Pleased 

What do I want for Valentine ?
Not chocolates, gems or dresses, 
Just love, you and sweet caresses, 
Forever us knowing love divine.  

What do I want for next year?  
Not holidays, fancy meals or promotions, 
Just love, you and your devotions, 
Forever us knowing love is premier. 

What do I want for life?
Not fast cars, houses or high fashion, 
Just love, you and loads and loads of passion, 
Forever us being a loving husband and wife! 

Love An Alien Concept !
It's the difference in us that makes us tick
  Things just happen, like magic, a sudden click,
No enforced stereotypical ideology,
No adhering to social or philosophical philosophy,
Just following our intuition,
Fighting Inbred humans inhibitions,
Let love go with the flow,
Allow it to breathe and grow
Blank out peoples Incredulity,
Celebrate love and Individuality
True Love is hard to find, a real scarcity
 So rejoice, celebrate, it's rarity!
Love Conquers all
Boundaries and perceptions,
Love Is Love
There are no exceptions !!!

The Gift 
You hold the Key to my secret, my gift, 
You unlock the gate to my love, 
Where eternal love springs forth 
New and surprising delights for you to adore, 
Each time you turn the key 
Warm emotions radiate, create 
Love of the unknown, 
Everyday new gems 

You hold the key to our secret, our gift, 
Nurture and cultivate it for evermore, 
Like every natural organic 
It will flourish and grow, 
Each time you turn the key 
Our love will regenerate, create even more, 
Emotions will reach fresh heights, intensify,
 Mature !

We must keep our key safe, complete ,
So our love remains fresh, sweet, 
Our love will forever surprise us, 
This,our secret, our gift 
How our two soul are destined to live ,
Spring will be constant in our hearts, 
Always new ground to uncover, 
New gifts to be found,

Love is Our gift  

Moonbeams and Dreams 

Picture by Laurent Laveder

I would captured the moon for you 
If I knew your love was true 
I would stop the ocean tides 
If your love for me was bona fide
I would capture the stars that shine
If  you would love me, be only mine
 I would make heaven our home
If you would love me and me alone
Angels on harps would play
If you promised not to stray
We'd feast on the foods of gods
If you would love me, give me the nod
You will always be my faithful queen
In the land of my silly valentine dreams !

Vintage Valentin

I love you ,Oh so very much !
My body tingles with every touch,
When you look at me in that way, 
Time stops, ceases to exist at least for a day,
When you hold me so near in your arms, 
No man or beast would dare do me harm 
As we lie close, caressing one another, 
No goddess in heaven could want another lover,
Yet this is our heaven night after night, 
Our years together and it still feel so right! 
Our love is alive, it's still so much fun,
Never to be relinquished 
Not even for the moon, stars or sun,
My deepest wish is to remain with you, in this bed, 
Till we're very, very old or preferably dead!  
So when we finally reach those famous pearly gates 
You and I can start on over, right from our first date ! 

Chinese New Year

New Year, New Beginning.

New Year, New beginnings,
 Promises made, yet already thinning,
New Friendships ready to be created, 
Old ones needing nurtured, tended, updated!
Brand new goals to reach, set for pursuing,
Yet past disappointments linger, still doing their wooing,
It's a new year and new beginnings are the offering, 
 Tho thoughts in your head persist, constantly wafting!

So you should take note of your dreams, explore the new,
Learn from the lessons of the past,
When you least expect
They will come
Torment you !!

For Informations about The Chinese and Chinese New year check these out: Chinese New year info
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Sunday, 2 December 2012

Missing You

Missing You 

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Hugging your pillow, 
Ain't quite the same, 
As snuggling with you, 
And calling your name. 

Missing You!

Eating dinner solo, 
Munching the bone, 
Not chatting with you, 
Just being alone
Missing You! 

Sitting watching drivel, 
Like we do, 
It seems to make sense, 
When its us two. 

Missing You !

Random thoughts that enter your head, 
Now it's just silence. 
No mumbling philosophy, 
The space is dead. 

Missing You !

So hurry home, 
Fill the space, 
Snuggle up tight, 
Make my heart race. 

Missing You !

Hugging my pillow 
Ain't quite the same,
Missing you 
Saying my name !

Missing you is what I do 
When it just me 
And not us two 
Missing you !

Submitted to dVerse Poets poetics whose theme was Missing you check out other submissions 

Friday, 9 November 2012



It hung upon his bedroom door,
A khaki suit worn no more,
He left to become a man
Ideas of freedom,
Equality and peace,
His dreams were naive
At the very least !

He followed his dreams,
To lands afar,
His dreams were wished upon to a wandering star,
He did his best , fought alongside his comrades,
The same as him, mainly lads, 
They witnessed  death ,blood and gore, 
Inside the boy was killed  he was a lad no more, 
As a man his life was short 
The killing machines held their own kangaroo court. 

He returned to his homeland laid in a box ,
His life deceased and memories locked 
It hangs upon his bedroom door ,
A khaki suit worn no more, 
Only the memories of the fine boy he'd been, 
 All his potential for greatness, silenced, unseen !

Remembering all those all over the world who have fallen in the quest for peace !

Sunday, 4 November 2012

Winter Survival

Winter Survival 
Iced winds chill the atmosphere, 
Causing strive, worry and morbid fear, 
Cutting through to every fibre, 
No choice but to become a survivor ! 

Plumage gone, deceased! 
As icy winds strengthen like some Maddening beast, 
Cutting through every fibre, 
Only choice to be strong, become a survivor !

Warmer winds and sun that shines, 
Will return in it's time, 
 Warming through to every fibre, 
Proving to one and all,.... WE are survivors !

Picture by Sueann check out her site for more fab pictures. 

Friday, 19 October 2012

A Collection Regurgitated For Halloween

A Collection  Regurgitated For Halloween 

With Just over a week to go I thought it a good idea to put all my Halloween inspired poems and rhymes in one place ...hope you enjoy and if you you do please leave a comment hope you get spooked this Halloween  ..check out the links at the end of this post for some longer spooks ! 


Halloween approaches as autumn encroaches 
The structures of all worlds fractured and torn 
No-one or nothing prepare for what is to be born, 
In the heavens above are gods who are misunderstood 
Us 'twixt between, angry at governments, not good! 
Then there is those way down below, 
Where no mortal man wants or dreams to go.
Awaiting this date to avenge their fate. 
Small cracks which have appeared 
Things needing mending but mere mortals sneer, 
Allowing their societies to riot, spread notoriety, 
The undead seize their chances to walk amongst men 
Hoping their gods may this time pardon them,
They are the undead condemned to fiery hell, 
A peaceful existence would not bode well 
The murders, rapists and all of life's scum 
Become the undead or zombies if they don't succumb
To an ordered pleasant reality 
A human race, loving and respecting community. 
But those cracks that have appeared in our earthly existence, 
Negate our guarantee of evil resistance! 
So if pavement cracks suddenly appear 
Scream loudly, scream out in fear !
In hope that your fellow man 
Will help you fight evil if he can 
But the horror of this world 
Is that people's ability for empathy is unfurled 
Evil is not the zombies or the undead 
Fear only those that breathe instead !

Behind Closed Doors

Behind Closed Doors 

Shush quiet Can you hear ?

Your closest neighbours Screaming in fear

Vibrating through the earthly still

A blood curling, piercing, spine chilling,shrill,

Behind close doors where few may peek 

May live a hideous inhuman freak,

Only here in human form

Waiting patiently for a new moon to dawn,

Then its fangs will appear organically

His thirst for blood will grip him manically

So your neighbour who you greet

Say hello too each time you meet,

May not be all he seems,

So shush quiet

Can you hear

Your neighbour

Scream !

Jef Aerosol

A Scream In The Night

                   Scream In The Night 

scared catAs I lay with the light shining eerily off the moon,
I slept soundly, morning always came way too soon !
When suddenly, a wild piercing blood curdling scream
Startled me to a jolt from my world of dreams,
I sat bolt upright,chilled to the bone,
Something not human. possessed my home, 
Banging and thumping I could hear from afar, 
The moon light skipped in through my door ajar,
Gingerly, half asleep, I stumbled out of my bed, 
To face the confusion that was causing me dread ! 
The screaming bounced around, resonating off every wall,
I tiptoed as quiet as I could, heart beating into the hall,
The banging and screaming multiplied and amplified,
My beating heart and thumping fear became louder, fortified,
scared catThe source of the hullabaloo became clearer and clearer,
I edged up closer and closer getting nearer and nearer 
To the terrific noise, the source which was now hardcore !
As I felt along the wall with fingertips to the mouth of the door,
Entering I came face to face with a pink coloured tangle,
Goo Oozing out of a face that seemed mangled,

A monster possessed just wanting to fight, 
I'd completely forgot that tonight was that night
I promised, I'd take to it like a duck to water, 
A night I could look after my god-daughter 
A cuddle and coo to this little angel ensued
For if her mummy and daddy knew this story,
I would be totally screwed !!!!

Doolally Doris 

We have a haunting 
Its not that daunting 
It's an old dame called Doris 
Who use to live wild in the forest 
She is the craziest  ghost, 
 But unlike most 
She loves to act daft! 
Have a laugh!
So every Halloween 
She has the same old routine, 
She floats in to town, 
Shadows all the children around 
She chuckles and jokes 
Like a very drunken bloke 
This is her treat, 
To all of us in the street, 
She is so spookily of her nut 
She bids us farewell 
By Cheekily 
Flashing her butt !

Anyone For A Kickabout

Anyone For A Kickabout 

We were off to visit my great great auntie Jean 
She was old, wrinkly, spindly and mean, 
Because of her big cabaggy ears 
She had a horn made of bone so she could hear 
She'd shout real loud she said to make her self clear
In her rickety rickety old house made of wood 
We played quietly like mice that was understood 
She kept strange things high up on shelves 
An eyeball in a jar and dolls that looked like elves 
From the shelves hung whips of dried up lavender
As far as I know she was never a gardener 

One night when the moon shone and I couldn't rest 
I crept down those creaky stairs quiet as I could, I tried my best 
I  sat on the bottom step and saw with my very own eyes 
The dolls come to life, turned in to their Elfy guise,
They shimmed down the lavender ropes 
Somehow with the jar aloft they kind of coped
They dance upon the jar top 
And clapped with glee when it went pop 
That staring eye was suddenly kicked out 
The elves went mad and began to shout 
The next I knew they were playing eyeball!
The eye was kicked as they played 
The eyeball rolled and gunge was splayed 
it looked like there had been a slug invasion 
Slime was all over the house on that occasion 
No one team seem to win a game 
But one of the elves became very lame 
All his kin seem suddenly scared 
And shimmed back up the lavender 
It seemed they didn't care! 

Next morning I found I fallen asleep at the bottom of the stairs 
What I saw next, tickle me all over, even my hair !
My  great great auntie Jean pick up the now still dead elf 
Looked up and counted the others were still on the shelf 
With one flick of her hand the elf melted into her hearing horn
The bit she held it by, the bit that was well worn! 
She search the floor, scoured all about, 
"where's that eyeball gone" she began to shout 
She followed some slime trails around the room 
Then she finally she spied it, it had rolled beside her broom

Never was I to return to my great great Auntie Jeans 
But I was never to forget what I swear I had seen 
So beware of old ladies with bits on very high shelves 
For they may need a new team of eyeball playing elves   

Check out these links for more intense deeper and spookier tales 
Heaven sent  A tale about not quite a normal little girl !
Penance  We all have a Penance but what is yours ?

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