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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Saturday, 15 October 2011

Life's Like That !


Life's Like That  

Photo by Susan Grant 

Life's like that 
Up and down 
Same routines 
Round and round 
Frighten to change 
Scared to drown ! 

Life's like that 
For young and old, 
A cyclical roundabout, 
A need for control 
Marching of times 
Until
 Our final bell chimes! 

Life's like that 
Up and down 
Same old, same old, 
Round and round, 
Until 
We change Our mould !

Life's like that 
Until, 
We make that lunge, 
Take the plunge, 
Jump into waters uncharted,
Pump ompfh into our lives 
Get our dreams started 
Life's like that !

More Pictures by : Susan Grant

Wednesday, 12 October 2011

Mojo Interrupted


MOJO  INTERRUPTED 

Jinksy 

Cool, pale, washed out, 
Speak quietly, don't shout!
Chilling, trying to capture back my vibrancy, 
My  Mojo seems to have lost its intensity  
My world appears to me ghostly pale  
My movements have slowed like a snail 
So speak softly ,don't shout, 
I need time, peace and quiet,
To coax 
My Mojo back out !

 Written for IN TANDEM  where Art and Words meet 

Tuesday, 11 October 2011

Behind Closed Doors

Behind Closed Doors 
Jef Aérosol à Paris 


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 
  



Thank you to The Poetry Palace for this Award 
I would Like to Nominate 

Monday, 10 October 2011

Friend


Friend 
We've been on each others team 
God how long has it been?
Years and decades 
Through bad times 
And wicked escapades
Literally through youth 
The births, our baby's first tooth,
I've seen the men you've dated 
The ones that you always overrated. 
 I'd love for you to find your match, 
But none of them ever seem up to scratch,
You know I'm always here, 
If you ever ever need an ear! 
We may not always agree 
But friendship is a potpourri 
Feelings are shared, intense
Lives become entwined, condensed 
Forever gelling cementing 
 OUR FRIENDSHIP 

Submitted to  Goosberry Garden Poetry Picnic on the theme of friendship and relationships 

Friday, 7 October 2011

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 had fallen asleep at the bottom of the stairs 
What I saw next, tickle me all over, even 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 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   


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 !!!!



 Submitted to the: The Purple Treehouse

Thursday, 6 October 2011

Just Another Day

Just Another Day 
Jinksy 


Mauve, muted ,mountains in early morning heat, 
Constructed by men and robots with steel and concrete,
Some eerie echoing within,
Containing the tools for the working day to begin, 
Others a hive of activity,
 A cacophony of society. 

Mauve, muted ,mountains slowly turn to grey, 
As the heat intensifies on another summers day, 
Buzzing workers replace the eerie echo
Babies and families make their own social ghetto,
Creating this hive of society, 
 A cacophony of activity!  



Submitted to IN TANDEM  where art become the prompt for more creativity