The Inbetween.

 

Every day – opening and closing;

hours spent shutting out this world

caught up in her own in between.

Trapped in repetitive imagery

paralysed by the same expressions

she escapes into Narnia.

Opens her world of black ravens

whistling over an ocean breeze

a melody of her young soul.

Every day – opening and closing

Eyes anchor the in-betweens.

Todays poem inspired by Pooky’s Poetry Prompt 34 – Doors

Rhyme and Reason: Why give the taxman more money?

 

Storm clouds gather around this sky scraper

why must every day feel like a battle

all we’re asking – is look at the papers

there is more to it than just tattle.

 

Have you dreamt of sailing around the world?

Or buying a cottage out on the bay?

Or creating as your golden years twirled?

Living out your life – free- day to day?

 

Monkey Man would have you chained to your desk

trapped and imprisoned in the daily grind

ol’ weary travellers will have no rest

till they reach fifty years – having served time.

 

Why give all your money to the taxman?

Wealthy – he’s like the mouse that got the cheese.

Why wait till later? Why not make a plan?

Earn some money now not lose it on fees.

 

Monkey man is not going to help you

he’ll have you work till your six feet under

So pull it together, let it accrue

it is your future; not that Mans plunder.

 

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Prompt: Pooky’s Poetry Prompt 19 – Rhyme and Reason 

 

Pooky’s Poetry Prompt 16: School Days

Inspired by Pooky’s Poetry Prompt 16:

 

 

Bomber jacket over navy blazer

black gothic hair and skeleton satchel

conversations about vampires and ghosts

scrawled across feeble exercise books.

Walking north to a religious prison

resistance was met and judged by Fathers

asking about Church attendance on Sunday

and expectations of Confirmation.

School was like society’s theatre

marionettes performing to loud bells

and playground whistles choreographing

a sea of blue polo tops and black shorts.

I stood in the wings, the old science block

was my home for three years, Guildford Rd site

Copying math homework and writing poems

I still can’t believe I failed English class.

The best days were further down this long road

Sixth Form found a brown-eyed girl called Charlie

where love and friendship began its journey

happy in her individuality.

Thoughts on Life

Inspired by Pooky’s Poetry Prompt 15 – The Meaning of Life
 
 
Sitting on the stone steps of Parliament House
in my warm grey coat and snuggly scarf
clutching to my hot vanilla chai latte
as I watch brown leaves floating in the wind.
What a marvellous moment to be here!
To see, the world tick-tocking like clockwork. 
Chatter echoes from the crowded cafes
as the trams jingle their morning songs.
Sometimes I stop – listen – and wonder
it’s a funny thing we do everyday
existing and living; playing the game
Is there meaning? And it’s not forty-two.
It feels like a never-ending story
where we’re born in the middle – missing
pieces of the beginning – a puzzle
that we spend our lives trying to work out.
Some say there are three things; life, death, taxes
but I think it’s human architecture
life for me, is Mufasa and Simba
it’s the story of how we all connect.
In a giant globe of activity
this world is an enigmatic story
that happens to feature humanity
and stepping on a butterfly changes history.

Bourne Road

Pooky’s Poetry Prompt 11:

 

 

Back in the days of jeans and bandana’s
I would tip toe along the old stone brick walls
taking a swing on the old iron gate
into the old tennis-racket shaped road.
We were the children of the River Bourne
playing happily above our ancient wood
cycling in circles around our bubble
waiting to venture down the unknown path.
We created chalk worlds on the grey pavement
where our art reflected our village life
of summer carnivals and bonfire nights
bringing this circle into another vibe.
I remember standing outside my home
eighteen years of me imprinted in those bricks
echoes of laughter bound through the parish
as I waltzed into the woods, goodbye.
The 90s children have all grown and gone
new pedals and canine friends take their place
but the brown robins are still all twittering
like the old ladies down by station house.
The road I grew up on belongs elsewhere
in a time of jeans and bad bandana’s
when dancing to ‘Under the Sea’ was cool
and dinner was hot curry sauce on chips.
 

You Gotta Be…

Inspired by Pooky’s Poems where today’s challenge involved writing a poem to the rhythm of a song you enjoy. I chose Des’ree ‘You Gotta Be’ because this song has been stuck in my head since the first day I heard it back in 1994; when I was a nine year old English village girl getting up to mischief in her ‘Little Mermaid’ roller-skates. I kept the chorus because I feel as though it’s always been my life lesson.

 

This is who you are today

brown eyes on a summer day

stepping our from behind Grandpa’s knee

Your friends, they will grow with you

fly with you to Timbuktu

live, laugh, dance, this planet

young birds flying free.

 

You gotta be…

You gotta be bad, You gotta be bold, You gotta be wiser

You gotta be hard, You gotta be tough, You gotta be stronger

You gotta be cool, You gotta be calm, You gotta together

All I know, All I know, love with save the day.

 

Listen to want Des’ree said

seal the words inside your head

cherish every chapter cherish every line

some will teach you how to be

but all you need is family

my oh my, yea, eh eh

 

You gotta be bad, You gotta be bold, You gotta be wiser

You gotta be hard, You gotta be tough, You gotta be stronger

You gotta be cool, You gotta be calm, You gotta together

All I know, All I know, love with save the day.

 

I know you’re only nine, but life is beginning

story’s start – moments of time and space

the years keep on turning

they won’t stop; they will find you

one day you will wake up to another face

whoa-oh-oh

 

You gotta be bad, You gotta be bold, You gotta be wiser

You gotta be hard, You gotta be tough, You gotta be stronger

You gotta be cool, You gotta be calm, You gotta together

All I know, All I know, love with save the day.

 

Listen to want Des’ree said

seal the words inside your head

cherish every chapter cherish every line

some will teach you how to be

but all you need is family

my oh my, yea, eh eh