CLEAN ME !

CLEAN ME !!

CLEAN ME, CLEAN ME !

My body screams

From the inside out 

With those damn machines 

Body screaming, shouting out, 

Organ failing that's not in doubt 

Skin itchy and lizard like. 

Body exhausted threatening to strike, 

CLEAN ME, CLEAN ME !

My body screams

Yet I have a daily fill of capsuled toxins, 

Pills popping constantly,needles stinging like scorpions 

Legs shaky on any incline 

Hook me up now, like Frankenstein! 

I finally admit I'm in defeat 

CLEAN ME, CLEAN ME !

While I'm still on my feet, 

 CLEAN ME, CLEAN ME !

My body screams ! 

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Word Order

Word Order 

It's shambolic 

Spilling all over the page, 

My feelings, my anger,

Sometimes my rage, 

Words scrambled,

Fighting for a place 

Letters needing sorting,

Put in the right case,

A beat needs established

So it gently flows, 

What to go with ?

A rhyme?

Some prose ?

Once completed, 

Its sounds good 

Kinda of neat, 

But as I go to bed 

My thoughts are 

Was it worth it, 

Will it ever be read ?

Memories

Memories 

Summer Night 1913 Albert Bloch

Memories slowly form, 
 Nostalgia creeps in like a dusky dawn 
Times long past 
Moments that are deemed to last, 
Of people and places,
Lovers faces, 
 Rivals spats, 
Segments of drunken chats, 
All brought to the fore 
A peek inside that memory door, 
That makes you and me 
Now,
What you see, 
It's the good and bad
The laughs, the sad, 
That moulds and controls
Now
 What you see 
My memories make me ! 

Submitted to Magpie Tales  check out others interpretation of this fabulous painting  

A Letter To Me

A Letter To Me 

Innocent in it's creaminess lying there 

Packaged tightly in it's little square 

Neatly scribed in the darkest ink 

What could it say? it made me think!

All those I knew used electronic means, 

To get in touch, or so it seemed, 

Everything they used made some noise 

Phones buzzing or shrilling, impossible to avoid! 

But this novel missive sent to me, 

Posed something of a mystery  

Gingerly I fingered the little square, 

Still wondering stupidly, what's in there?

I tore the triangular seal apart 

Felt the quickening of my heart,

Words blurry on a creamy, milky sheet, 

Slowly formed till they were clear and neat, 

I slowly read what was on that page 

Words that will stay with me for an age, 

Words that are meant just for me 

So my letter will remain my mystery, 

 Submitted to ; Poetry Jam where the prompt was Letters

Seedling

Seedling 

There was a germ in my head, 

As I drifted to sleep, snuggled in my bed, 

A seed of an idea! 

Just a morsel, a thought, a nibble to inspire, 

Rhymes of times gone past 

A masterpiece that would last, 

In the minds of some, 

Something remembered for years to come, 

Contented sleep replaced my aspirations, 

A worm had infested and zapped my imagination, 

The seed consumed, macerated, banished 

Ideas empty, mental thoughts lacking, vanished !

So 

The paper stays dead !

All thoughts locked somewhere in my head, 

Deep, Deep down that seed is somewhere,

 It's survived !

Till then I stare at this blank space until I can rediscover it, 

Bring this blank dead paper some substance 

Bring it alive ! 

Moss Steet Art by Anna Garforth

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Happiness is ....

Happiness is .........

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Turn Back Time

Turn Back Time 

If I step back in time 

Way way back before my prime 

When the world was all mine 

Tiny, insular and undefined, 

My wild, unbridled imagination 

Turned even the norm into wonder and fascination, 

Autumnal stripped trees who were once wooded glades 

Suddenly turned to a landscape where aliens had to invade,

Those knotted roots that tripped and trapped, 

Made especially so them critters could watch how we'd adapt, 

Candy striped deck chairs upturned onto a lawn, 

Became my secret hideaway into many a dawn, 

Cars with bright lights, whizzing past, 

Were huge monster guzzling the landscape after a fast, 

Those tiny sparkling stars in the sky

Were angels watching me with their beady eyes, 

Gloomy graveyards with the resting dead 

Were definitely  places were all vampires fed, 

And those churches that loomed into the sky 

Were their dens where they practise to fly, 

My imagination is now in decline

I'm now way way past that sweet childhood time 

My world is here, now! and totally defined, 

Oh if we could just turn back time !

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