The Little Red Book

I see that the forum has a lot of new posts everyday which is a good thing but I don't want to take up so many threads so like Kitten and HippieChick, I will put all of my poems in one thread which I will update with anything new that I write. I intend this thread to be a self-improvement tool so as usual all comments/criticisms are more than welcome.

The Hobo's Life (Ode to a homecooked meal)

No doorbells to disturb you,​

No keys to lose and swear.​

No mortgages to sweat over,​

No bills to hide or tear.​

No redecoration needed,​

No trash to take outside.​

No lawns to go unheeded,​

No neighbours who deride.​

But it's not all good, this wanderin' life,​

Drawbacks like all great deals.​

No nights in with a darling wife,​

No homeless homecooked meals.​

 

Suicide Note

Barrel to temple, not long left now.....

12 months of pointless one-night stands, countless shitty bands
Full of half-assed attempts at reconcilliation in full-blown inebriation,
That one long conversation......
And then so many unanswered calls, punched walls and drunken falls.
Nothing can stop my self-condemnation.
I've tried it all...........
Meditation, medication, even psychiatric evaluation
But you're still there.

You've left me, but you just won't leave me alone.
You're memory's a cancer, It's gnawing at my bones.
I've heard them all........
First opinions, second opinions and now I hear the devil's minions.
They've come to take me home,
To free me from this living hell.
But unlike my chance with you,
I won't fuck this up, Michelle.

 

Alone

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To wank alone is normal,​

To speak alone, not quite.​

To smoke alone, a pleasure,​

But to drink alone is shite.​

 

The first one was simple and to the point, I liked it
But I really really enjoyed the second one. A lot of emotion in it that the reader can definitely feel. Kudos!

 

An Idiot's Loss


Unforced laughter,
Untroubled smile.
Unscripted answers,
Natural style.
She had it ALL. She gave it ALL. I lost it ALL.
How infantile
My Jealousy
Green-eyed monster
Couldn't see
How innocent
Her love for me.
Uncontrolled
Stupidity.
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Seems like how I write sometimes
I just put my anger down on paper in a poetic way.

 

Love's Smile

Our love was once a perfect smile,​

Pure and Brilliant White,​

Gleaming from Attention​

Morning, noon and night.​

Assured, I grew complacent,​

Teeth began to stain.​

Payed her less Attention​

Causing the first pain.​

I tried to shore-up the cavities​

With fillings of silver and gold.​

But no cure beats Prevention​

Perfection 's never sold.​

Anaestethised by Apathy​

I watched our teeth fall out.​

Our perfect smile becoming​

A bloody gummy mouth.​

 

The Seeds of Racism


Mommy, mommy,
Come meet my friend.
Which one son,
That boy near the bend?

No, Mommy, No.
He's got curly hair.
I see him now son,
That boy over there.

No, mommy, No,
He's taller than that!
That must be him, son,
That boy with the hat.

No, Mommy, No,
His shirt is blue.
Oh!
The Black kid!

 

The Sin of Apathy


Lying here in my envelope of peacefulness,
Mozart's melodies bathing me in bliss,
Streams of summer sunset sooth my soul,
Sleep well, they say, sleep well.

Eyes closed, my mind wanders.
Where to tonight I wonder.
Down dark and dreary dungeons,
To hell, they say, to hell.

There's no flames, no fire,
And no fucking Lucifer.
But I did nothing, I did nothing, I protest.
Exactly, they say, exactly.

 

:cuss: Visit from A Woman Scorned


She's back!
A midnight thunderstorm
Of vengeful stilletto strikes
And screaming blue murder.
The fluffy clouds of slumber,
Scattered, ripped asunder.
No wonder.
Amid ignored predictions
And misplaced convictions,
Comes consequence.

 

:$ Liar


Oh pinnochio puppet,
Carved with lies,
Artfully polished.
You're a modern masterpiece
So proud in your deceit.

An advertiser's wet dream
Of self-promoting stolen ideas
Stuck together
With a resin of half-truths.

BEWARE

Truths termites
Will hungrily reveal
Your dusty origins.

 

I like most of your poems. Especially the last one and Love's Smile..very well written thanks for sharing

 

You are very good with rhyming - most rhyme you use is very authentic and doesn't feel forced. This poem could be spoken word type - very passionate. The Alone poem was good but thought I would share that for me... the drinking alone would have been "trite"... pretty typical in a writer's life I think. Keep up the good work. There was one other one I wanted to comment on... but I forgot now. I'll go look for it... Vetty

 

this has such good imagery.... midnight thunderstorm, vengeful stilletto... You should build on this one more... I read it and want more... Vetty

 

Thanks for your comments justagirl and vetty. I appreciate you taking the time to read some of my stuff..

This poem is actually adapted from a journal entry from about 6 months ago. I tried to make it into a short story but when I re-read it, it was too full of imagery. Some friends commented too that it was hard to follow.

The night in question was a crazy one. So the journal entry was a bit all over the place. I took some of the phrases that I liked and compiled rather than wrote this poem. But it is a bit short. Maybe I'll have another go.

Anyway, as always thanks for your comments.
Peace,
A.

 

Working Class Whiner

Born into mediocrity,
You wallow in
Blue-collared bitterness.

A blame culture where
Every can't hides a won't.

Fate, a convenient ally
Excuses lack of success
With Karma-coated opt-outs.

You live in dreams you should be chasing,
Lament your cursed luck as Destiny.

And yet you wonder why?
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As always, comments appreciated. What do you think about the title? OK?

 

I like the repetition of certain sounds. I love how the title sounds. It seems to roll off that tongue. Good work!

Peace and love

 

i rather liked this one it made me think of the future ill have some day and the lives of those i know... i also like Visit from A Woman Scorned you sounded quite upset and angered...i know the feeling of being picked up and dropped by some heartless person who swares to love you...its hard and it hurts like hell...i hope everything works itself out with her whether it be the way you want it or not just as long as its whats best for you and your happiness

 

Thanks guys for reading and taking the time to comment. I just read Working Class Whiner again. It seems a very harsh view, especially coming from me. I'm pure working class. But I don't like people who constantly complain about their situations without really trying to change them.

So, I think I am going to try and write something to rebuke it, kind of 'Working Class Hero' if you may. If any of you poets would like to do the same it would be fun to see some of the results posted on here.

Anybody up for the challenge?

Peace,
A.

 

I can try.... back in a few days on this, not sure when I can get to it and I really do kind of like the idea/theme so want to take a serious stab at it. It would be fun. Vetty