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Drama Queen
Monologist (Photo credit: Wikipedia) You really are quite rude! It is beyond the pale, that all you do is bitch, and moan, and rant to me, and wail! Yet, I am quite astounded, you never...
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The Highs and Woes
My heart it is broken, my head is a mess, my soul it is injured, I’m still me, none the less. I had a good go, at living this life, I’ve endured the woes, and the troubles, and strife....
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Are You Sitting Uncomfortably?
Are you sitting uncomfortably? Do I make you squirm? Am I showing you up, as a spineless cowardly worm? Do my eyes pierce to your soul? Can I see right through? I am not so green to, all...
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That Sinking Feeling
How could you not realise? Did you not think? …that I would not notice, we’re starting to sink. Atmosphere’s electric, could cut with a knife; a lightning conductor, where...
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Once Upon a Time
He loves her, her quirks amuse him, if she is happy, he is happy. She loves him, his idiosyncrasies endear, if he is happy, she is happy. He knows physically, he is King; she knows...
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Violets
His pint glass half empty, he’s nursing the blues; always bitter, never mild, flat cap and scuffed shoes. She hoovers the house, with stars in her hair, sings to her muse, thanks god...
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Let Me Be
Always watching – ever present, never a moment of peace. I long for the quiet, the housewives dream; no privacy, always eyes watching, with a question or a request. Leave me alone – let...
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Enough!
Enough! I exclaim. I’ve had enough! I take a house brick and lob it into the still water, causing the matrimonial boat to capsize. I am forty seven and I’ve had enough. I will pout...
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Natural Order
I have just heard about the sudden death of Peaches Geldof and it has saddened and shocked me. I am not posting a poem that I had mapped out for today. Instead I am reposting this poem which was...
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My Boy
That is my boy. The one you shot, the one you smote, the Bactrian one whose back you broke. That is my boy. The one you left for dead in a cell, who jerked and seized, you thought he signed...
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