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- Publisher: Chloe Gilholy
- Released Date: 2021-07-31
- Author: Chloe Gilholy
Lockdown Poetry
Life With Poetry
Chloe Gilholy
Published by Chloe Gilholy, 2021.
While every precaution has been taken in the preparation of this book, the publisher assumes no responsibility for errors or omissions, or for damages resulting from the use of the information contained herein.
LOCKDOWN POETRY
First edition. August 1, 2021.
Copyright © 2021 Chloe Gilholy.
ISBN: 979-8201535575
Written by Chloe Gilholy.
Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Topsy-Turvy Love
Lettuce Think
Late Night Call
Referral
Depeche
Heroine of Our Time
Purple Shines Bright
Unexplained
The Feeling
13 Days Of Halloween
I Miss it
Ship of Fools
Joe & Ivy
25 Years
Mountains & Gems
I Want
Spirit in Shatters
Spiked Drinks
Ode to Summer Love
Summer Monster
Haikubes Review
Moscow Winter
Lady of Acid
Tale of Two Flowerpots
Game Rage
Cake
Here’s What I Observed
Cake Ache
Strawberry
Fish
Soup
Apple
Halo-Halo
Pancake
Gold & White Beaches
She, Lady Vengeance
Hell-bent Waters
Gorgeous Forests
Mr Alphabet’s Pets
Raven's Day Out
First to The Bar
Malibu Milk
Nostalgic Holidays
Dehumanized
Mini Arcade Machine
Cycle
Dolphin
Some Good Advice
This is my world now
No One Ever Let Me Know
Escape Your Fate
Grateful
Good Morning God
Ciao With Marrowbone
Peace And Goodwill In The Universe
The Alcoholic Alphabet
Vintage Swing
Three Things
Giant Leaves
Happy Ending
Pålegg
The Elderly Painter
Why it’s Grey
We Walked
The Flowers of Suicide Forest
Diet Pills In The View Of An Atheist
Love is all full
Mother Fluff Was A Diamond
They Rose
Lush Life
Blue smiles
Back to Work
Pink Smiles
Goddamn Perverts
Your Game Is Lame
What People Think Of Writers
A Standoff
Red Bubbles
Long Live the Paper Queen
Sundays
Haikus
Heart-Shaped Glasses
Pets
Friday Fries
How I Can Be A Better Person
An Open Book
Jungle Influencers
Further Reading: Drinking Poetry
Also By Chloe Gilholy
About the Author
Topsy-Turvy Love
THROUGH MY TAINTED eyes, it's always snowy; Tropical skies, a true topsy-turvy. Is there blood on my cheeks? No need for fears, The mud on my face: It must be my tears. My self-esteem taught me I was ugly, On goes the face filters – now I'm pretty With a storm of hearts and pixie dust. Like one of the tarts, I'm his one true lust. Fire soaring, stripped beige; it's getting fruitful, Like we never age; I feel beautiful! He bathes me in his neon fantasies: Turns them into vibrant realities.
Lettuce Think
HOW CAN PEOPLE AFFORD fountains of booze But have no time for a bath or shower? I really wish I was on that cruise. The odor is horrific at any hour. This establishment is faulty; Cheap entry and counterfeit goods. At least there's cards against humanity Though we'd have have more fun in the woods. "The money is missing!" Cried one of the volunteers. Then I see what someone is cradling... Never seen anything like it in years. The pub quiz was interrupted By a free giveaway I see my team get frustrated They just want to play "Who wants some lettuce?"
Crowds jumped and arms reached out! I heard someone say, "Get hit by a bus!" I don't know what that was all about. We won that quiz despite the issues We went to reception to claim our prize: The staff all looked like they needed tissues They let us have it which was a surprise. So we know where the charity money went Not to Oxfam, or Children in Need Well this is well and truly bent Well what a load of bollocks indeed. We hopped to the bar with much less dread The lettuce munchers made me stop to think My friends tapped my shoulder and said; "Come on and pick a drink!" Everything afterwards is green and blurred Stale salad, cold curry and tea for breakfast, With a red rose it's all been stirred... This will take some time to adjust.
Late Night Call
THERE'S NOTHING LIKE seducing an old friend at two o'clock in the morning only to find he had plans for me all this time, and was waiting for the Queen to make her move.
Referral
YOU'VE GOT TO BE TOLD; you'll never understand! Don't reach out! Don't you dare touch my hand. I've met knights like you in white suits many times before; Twirling pens, polished shoes and thick notes about some whore. They'll infect you like they've infected me: the parasites! Breed hate and breathe despair on sleepless nights. Even in a state of coma, there is no escape. The master of illness smiles in his cape. Chronic downfalls, partially deaf, partially blind, manic depression, Labels slapped, tickets punched, institution after institution. They ask you what is wrong, and you cannot explain – Your only companion is the howling of the rain... Bad days turn to stressful weeks as the tears crust. Pleasant memories discarded in beds of dust. So, I leave a note for the fly on the wall – my little spy If you wish to see the world with my eyes – kiss the sun goodbye...
Depeche
SPEAK AND SPELL A BROKEN frame It's construction time again For some great reward It's a black celebration With music for the masses Featuring the violator with Songs of faith and devotion I am the ultra exciter Playing the angel with Sounds of the universe Through the delta machine's spirit
Heroine of Our Time
SHE SMILES IN THE CORNER Pen behind her ear Book by her chin She'll grow up Cool and cunning Surrounded by wealth She's poor now But spiritually Is a millionaire She studies women History never forget Entrepreneurs galore Queens of Hollywood Writing sisters and A virgin queen They say it's a tragedy That they never had
Stable husbands nor children To the first day in class To the final exam results She's learned to take her own path She vows to be free From expectations and Embrace life on her own She's done her best She has no regrets The heroine of our time
Purple Shines Bright
MYSELF AND THE WORLD wish you the greatest birthday you ever had, and even greater ones to come. Thank you for the smiles, and for giving light to the new generation when the future seems bleak. Thank you for your voice, the music the kindness, and the hard work, and all the love you give to your fans. You've fixed black and broken hearts We now have purple hearts in this tribe And purple shines bright. This tribe that we call a fandom, we may be divided by oceans and languages, but we united by a ion for music that you bring to life. May you shine brightly in this life, and the next one, wherever it may
take you... it's bound to be great.
Unexplained
AN OVERLOAD OF INFORMATION, in one ear and out the other scattered all over the place like flakes of dust. The dead flies decaying on the ground... are the happy thoughts forgotten. Anxious to ask the questions, I can't shake the fear of scalding, In case they think I'm stupid... I can't seem to do anything right. All I ever hear is moaning. Is it worth the risk? All around me are red flags, Constant oppression and little demons They call me ugly in the mirror! Taunt me in photographs! Critique everything I do! What is there to look forward to? Nobody wants to listen.
They would never understand. I just feel so empty all the time. Though little things the emptiness is refilled, there's a gaping hole in my smile. the emptiness returns quickly all the knowledge I have is imprisoned. I know it's going to get worse as the years go on I want it all, but I can't have it all. Scribbles upon wet pages... Suffer to live. I want to live, but I must die. I want to die, but I must live.
The Feeling
WHILST WE'RE DROWNED in scandals, that OUR neighbours succumb to darkness. We find ourselves in it too. Full of black clouds and dust, It's easy to think that we are alone. Following the rays from the other side, I escape one maze and fall into another. Roasted by the sun, melting to the floor. Chilled by the moon, body tangled. The nature that we love also kills us. We see our neighbours as rivals. We see our doorsteps as borders. Simple things scare me Despite once climbing mountains, Imprinting footsteps onto sands, Breathing in Norwegian fjords. I have depression.
But people don't know it. They won't accept it. All they see is fake smiles. It's just another obstacle to overcome
13 Days Of Halloween
ON THE FIRST DAY OF Halloween Dracula gave to me: A casket in an organ! On the second day of Halloween Dracula gave to me: Two white dresses, And a casket in an organ! On the third day of Halloween Dracula gave to me: Three black cats; Two white dresses, And a casket in an organ! On the fourth day of Halloween Dracula gave to me: Four screeching bats; Three black cats; Two white dresses,
And a casket in an organ! On the fifth day of Halloween Dracula gave to me: Five spell books; Four screeching bats; Three black cats; Two white dresses, And a casket in an organ! On the sixth day of Halloween Dracula gave to me: Six pumpkin spice lattes; Five spell books; Four screeching bats; Three black cats; Two white dresses, And a casket in an organ! On the seventh day of Halloween Dracula gave to me: Seven metal albums; Six pumpkin spice lattes; Five spell books;
Four screeching bats; Three black cats; Two white dresses, And a casket in an organ! On the eighth day of Halloween Dracula gave to me: Eight sizzling cauldrons; Seven metal albums; Six pumpkin spice lattes; Five spell books; Four screeching bats; Three black cats; Two white dresses, And a casket in an organ! On the ninth day of Halloween Dracula gave to me: Nine zombies swinging; Eight sizzling cauldrons; Seven metal albums; Six pumpkin spice lattes; Five spell books;
Four screeching bats; Three black cats; Two white dresses, And a casket in an organ! On the tenth day of Halloween Dracula gave to me: Ten goblins grooving; Nine zombies swinging; Eight sizzling cauldrons; Seven metal albums; Six pumpkin spice lattes; Five spell books; Four screeching bats; Three black cats; Two white dresses, And a casket in an organ! On the eleventh day of Halloween Dracula gave to me: Eleven dragons slaying; Ten goblins grooving; Nine zombies swinging;
Eight sizzling cauldrons; Seven metal albums; Six pumpkin spice lattes; Five spell books; Four screeching bats; Three black cats; Two white dresses, And a casket in an organ! On the twelfth day of Halloween Dracula gave to me: Twelve ghosts hosting; Eleven dragons slaying; Ten goblins grooving; Nine zombies swinging; Eight sizzling cauldrons; Seven metal albums; Six pumpkin spice lattes; Five spell books; Four screeching bats; Three black cats; Two white dresses,
And a casket in an organ! On the thirteenth day of Halloween Dracula gave to me: Thirteen skeletons singing; Twelve ghosts hosting; Eleven dragons slaying; Ten goblins grooving; Nine zombies swinging; Eight sizzling cauldrons; Seven metal albums; Six pumpkin spice lattes; Five spell books; Four screeching bats; Three black cats; Two white dresses, And a casket in an organ!
I Miss it
I MISS IT - THE MADNESS! Who would have thought, That I, so desperate to escape, extreme hunger for sanity, that doesn't exist embraces velvet insanity I had goals - the boredom I stopped the faucet and and fixed the organs nothing else to moan about nothing worth fighting for no justice to seek no reason to weep it sleeps in a corner growing stronger
it will come to a point where fighting will be futile I have no fairy tales to write I've never had a happily ever after of my own All these words of mine form tales of sin and treachery. We always cause the ones we love the most pain. No matter how many times I say I will be okay... Sometimes... it's hard to believe myself I should be happy but I'm not! For what am I? A lost doll with fragile tears...
Ship of Fools
IT WAS THE BUSINESSMAN'S second honeymoon. His opal suite, the grandest cabin of them all. Daffodils at HIS balcony – nod at the lagoon. His wife returns from a library brawl. He thought the deprived spirits were gone... Until the Captain was butchered up the stairs. Husband and wife had no God to pray on, For the crew had deathly coloured stairs. A housewife poisons her only child: a son. Regrets it as his last words are: I'm going to be a father. Her lover drowns before a mermaid in the sun. The ghosts embrace the scarlet lather... The housewife surrendered as the ship of fools sunk. The survivors fled. Memories concealed in a trunk.
Joe & Ivy
POOR MR JOE DAVIS No matter how hard he tries He can't stop sinking into the abyss Where nobody hears his cries His life slips through his fingers Swallowed by the devil's brands The monster still lingers On his bloody hands Poor Mrs Ivy Davis A Swedish babe barely thirty Oblivious to her own bliss Vomiting her natural beauty An obsession with anorexic art She turns to her friend Bulimia It drives the sweethearts apart But Joe always had a grotesque idea If the paintings could talk
And the rotten flesh write All the secrets would begin to walk To the Queen of Maggot's delight Joe plans Ivy's rebirth with glee His quiet haven truly disturbs His executioner is the cat lady who gives him what he deserves
25 Years
25 YEARS OF MARRIAGE Even wearing bulky armour And having a dash of moonlight I'm always the runner-up Mist beneath the smoky embers Atomic number: 47 Toxic heavy metal Sterling iron mountains Baby hippos above the pebbles handing out Chinese imports AG: French argent Chemical element: German Silber Metal: Italian argento Symphonic: Maltese fidda Period element: Portuguese prata Soft: Zulu esilva
Thermal: Filipino pilak Reflective: Japanese gin Antique: Indonesian perak Celebrating and ing The death of the king Childhood in 8-bit graphics Quarter of a century The pile of dimes cashed in At the lustrous bank 25 years on the throne
Mountains & Gems
I WANT mountains & gems with no strings attached. I'll take the lovers with fat pockets. I'm sorry in advance; your tears are delicious!
I Want
I WANT TO WAKE to the smell of tulips lie back in jewels and laugh I want to pour out DANCE under flapping crows wind flowing over toes to the sky I drink sunshine in little tubs wobbling and reeling by the window I want to wash my flaws in narcissus waters green-white beryl floats Then lie some more
in sunspots sniffing green fragrances
Spirit in Shatters
SPIRIT IN SHATTERS bottles empty, drug count low i want some vodka all in my wallet is cannabis and crackers can't find my bank card they call me lazy they think i am sponger everyday struggles stop committing crime says the man with the blue badge go and get a job there are days when i scream, balance disturbed with the constant changes seen i know i am ill it's painfully obvious
i dread the labels body in one piece organs and bones working fine i have mind cancer please prime minister please don't ban, i need these drugs the cancer will spread
Spiked Drinks
NO CEILING NEAR; THE pure high air is fat, Glide silently near clouds without a sigh, A neon world below your weary cat, You cannot hope to know until you cry, Your life's a bore; absorb the gentle trust, Try your luck and chance, the rewards are nice Your life's a chore; believe in the black lust Buy a new romance and kiss them all twice Nobody sees the shining heart within, The crumbs of love locked in a fancy cage, Now leave behind a life that's closing in, Open the book of bondage; turn the page, Your silver locket dazzles through the night, Sky high, never surrender in your flight.
Ode to Summer Love
MY SHARP BOYFRIEND, you inspire me to write. How I love the way you cuddle and drink, Invading my mind day and through the night, Always dreaming about the fun eye blink. Let me compare you to a shiny sky? You are more awesome, perfect and caring. Smooth drought dries the dun picnics of July, And summertime has the one childbearing. How do I love you? Let me count the ways. I love your darling fingers, style and smile. Thinking of your glaring style fills my days. My love for you is the staring profile. Now I must away with a subject heart, my smart words whilst we're apart.
Summer Monster
MY ROUND MONSTER, YOU inspire me to write. I hate the way you bark, wallow and sting, Invading my mind day and through the night, Always dreaming about the gruesome fling. Let me compare you to a bluff buffoon? You are more loathsome, amusing and rough. Buff sun heats the bruising peaches of June, And summertime has the musing LeBoeuf. How do I hate you? Let me count the ways. I hate your eyes, toenails and eyelashes. Thinking of your tough toenails haunts my days. My hate for you is the benign hashes. Now I must away with a divine heart, my bound words whilst we're apart.
Haikubes Review
HOW CAN I REVIEW Haikubes without turning this Into some haikus? Dices with red words Generate prompts and concepts Black words must be used. Sixty-three peach cubes Only a matter of time Before clones follow In a half-green box: Social entertainment for Coffee table nights! For many years this Gathered dust on my bookshelves “What is this?” They asked? Haikus by Haikubes “Tragic effort! Craft your own!”
A customer says. Haikus for Christmas Cubes rolled, scattered, then married Off as poetry. Leaving your fate in The hands of peculiar Dice is limiting I do like this game. Expensive for what it is. haikus brings me peace. A thumbs up from me Good fun for thirty minutes I crown it three stars!
Moscow Winter
IT’S ALWAYS SNOWING in a Moscow winter That’s what they always said to me It’s something I would have like to have seen, But I wouldn’t know as I’ve never been Past the candy temples and twirled rooftops It’s not my Instagram that captured the moment Of white trees, deep footprints and marble skies. I’ve heard the tales of Russian spies and agents Scattered in stories old and new It makes me think of What lovely landscapes are spoilt by carbon mismanagement There’s always somebody or something That spoils the wonderful works of human and Mother Nature We hear many things about the things in Russia The good and the bad But all countries are like that in their own way I still want to go and set my own mark there.
Lady of Acid
HAJIMEMASHITE! I’m the Lady of Acid. Here you go, have some Prima Donna oddity, Because it makes up for my lack of sanity. Come on in. Take your shoes off. Make yourself at home; You’re just in time for lunch. Sweet leaf and goldfish: What an odd dish indeed. It’s okay, cause vibrating tea Makes everything so yummy. Invaders are digging... Every box with a pearl. I promise, Mr Officer: I had no coke! Please be gentle with me,
I have nothing to hide... Now don’t be so alarmed. I have a funny feeling That your milk bottle’s going to explode!
Tale of Two Flowerpots
THERE WAS ONCE TWO little flower pots: The one on the right had valiant red pansies, The one on the left had noble purple pansies. Both came from a shop that I love lots and lots. England is known for its summer rain. Why is there snow wreaking havoc in April? Why are plants dying from frost in April? I hope watering them every day isn’t in vain. There was just one red pansy standing. Then the next day there two, and then three pops up. Little by little, the flowerpot became full as more stood up. The red pansies are great at surviving. Tragedy struck for the purple pansies, As the petal shrivelled like the end of the ball. To get these crisp dead flowers to be once again tall, Would take a miracle in strong degrees. One splash could not feed all.
Game Rage
OH MY GOD! THAT IS bullshit! Where the fuck did that blue shell come from? I am clearly the best racer of all time! Fuck off Caterpie: nobody likes you. Come back when you’re all grown up. Tell your shiny friends to jump out the grass. What? My turnips are only worth 20 bells? You made my Facebook friend a millionaire. Now I’ve got to change the time again. Did you just use Kirbycide on me again? My fighter has boobs, I should win by default! I am not losing to these cheep bastards. Error connection? Fuck off! My internet is perfect. I did not buy a catalogue of error code messages. SORT YOUR SERVERS OUT! What? Battery low? No it isn’t! I just charged my console five minutes ago.
Stupid game! JUST LET ME WIN!
Cake
I CAN’T BAKE CAKES worthy of a celebration. Where are all the rainbows Instgram promised me? The hues are duller than the d poster. These baking artists have absolute devotion. We are told that cake is full of fat and sugar, Some have creamy layers, fruits engraved with chocolate, Some are simple, bread-based, or had crumbly layers. Some sophisticated cakes even have liquor. Supermarkets hosted caterpillar bake offs. This is a age of rite for the young children. Cuthbert had worn the crown in pride for thirty years. Colin, Clyde, Wiggles and Morris were quite well-scoffed. And as they always say at the end of the day, It does not matter that the cake is not gourmet.
Here’s What I Observed
HERE’S WHAT I’VE OBSERVED... Geeks in green glasses working as slaves are beautiful Greeks eating like kings. Magnolia garments disposed in fire, replaced by flawless frocks stitched by the empire. I have a diploma in being a fly on the wall, and a master’s degree as a professional spy. If only they’ve embraced the beautiful quirks, and see What would have been had there have been courage. Some correlations are destined to work: Bread and butter. Many should never be mixed: Booze and politics. Loyalty is the secret to immortality. Disloyalty always paves a tragic path.
Those dying snakes in front of us were once human.
Cake Ache
I HAD TWO BIRTHDAY cakes: One nut free from Tesco, yellow and sugary One baked by a friend with purple swirls and strawberry halves After one week living off cake and tea I returned to work and there cake galore from all over the world Cinnamon swirls, rice puddings, slices with so much rum you could get drunk When I got back I had a cheesecake to take home. The evidence had long since gone My tummy ached for days but My waistline was saved by vigorous swimming and gym sessions.
Strawberry
A FRESH STRAWBERRY from the summer trees Are red, ripe and no longer green. This one was handpicked to be Washed, sliced, diced and blended With whole milk, whipped cream and bananas for a beautiful milkshake! Another strawberry freshly sprout Is another that’s about to come out. It dosen’t really give a damn That it’s going to be damson jam. The old strawberries, withered and dry Is not destined to become compost just yet It’s figure is preserved as it forms an orchestra With raisins, apricots, and oat clusters. They call their band, granola.
Fish
THE CATCH OF THE DAY is the feast of tomorrow The wet smell from the market lingers In fish pies, sushi bars and chip shops The catch of the day is the banquet of tomorrow. Hanging by their fins inhaling smoke They don’t look appetizing when raw I never thought I would like eating fish Hanging by their fins inhaling smoke Their home was a large ocean linked by streaming rivers and crashing waterfalls Now they’re dead, they’ve travelled Further then they ever did at sea where Their home was a large ocean
Soup
STARTING OFF WITH WINTER fuel On a granite table nestled with Universal cutlery and Polite attire in a dining room Steam pours from the Orange liquid as the round Utensil dives into a vegetable Pool Spices from botanic gardens start their Obbligato with great maestro and even Unused notes and flavours are destined to Prosper on the tongue Salvation and sincerity Onboard a cruise ship’s dining room Umbrella of earthy foods like Potato and leek Sharing bread rolls and butter sticks
Ogling stacks of wine Under large crystal chandeliers Playing classical music as the boat sways Spending our small wages on a night of leisure Oxygen is being put to good use Unmatched by anything else Perfection is something rarely seen
Apple
EVERYBODY KNOWS THE old wife’s tale That biting into a tender apple a day Keeps the angelic doctor away It indeed counts towards the 5-a-day With so many apples in the world There’s enough apples to keep me Counting till my dying day Just as many apples as there are stars More stars in the sky than words can say So much to do with all these apples I can craft sweet cider comforts Feed a house with homemade pies and quench thirst with fresh juice Apple takes many forms But how does an apple a day Keep the doctor away When there aren’t enough of them?
Halo-Halo
THIS IS AN ASIAN SUMMERTIME treat That makes you sit down and eat. Makes you feel good from your hair to your feet, It’s okay to accept your dietary defeat. Lots of sweets, fruit and shaved ice, Mixed with milk and ice cream is nice. If there is more, you can have it twice. If you’re hungry: have it thrice! If you want to feel the Filipino mood, It is best to know it through our food. With all the ingredients you must include, Halo-Halo is delicious I must conclude. And alas the pleasant taste and sweet fume, Makes us forget the withering gloom. And in a tragic world filled with doom, We need something to make us bloom.
Pancake
FLUFFY PANCAKES ARE the best: Love the texture Unsung heroes of the morning in For if you prefer savoury or sweet You can always find a pancake for you Paying for precious starts of the day at a hipster restaurant in local bistros. All stacked up with banana slices, summer fruit sauce, and lemon muster. No, I must never underestimate the diversity of pancakes. Calling one of the many times I flew to another continent: A neon diner in New York serves pancakes with bacon and thick syrup Kleve also has lovely spots for brunch, among other things, Even for the baby Dutch pancakes,
although it’s a city in .
Gold & White Beaches
GOLD AND WHITE BEACHES is where she will twirl For her audience: a lonesome cocoon. He wants to play with his favourite pearl, Beneath the surface of a mauve lagoon. The oyster is free with three fingers in. At last! The bedtime story shall begin. He kissed her two pretty little seashells. She surfed in, dropping her fragile defence, Massaged his palms against the wedding bells. Souls connected; she devours his essence. Cruel Destiny did not make her aware That a cancer will cut short her affair. All the evidence she has, washed away... To memories of a hot summer’s day...
She, Lady Vengeance
IT WAS THE MARCH OF the black queen! She knew only to kill or be killed. She was once betrothed to a wealthy lord. He promised her the eternal happiness. He married his mistress, took her land And left her in a ditch to die. On the full moon, she rose Nursed by the commoners who worshipped her. She borrowed a horse and spear, returned to her home And slashed her traitor in his sleep. Tears of rage erupted, then was deafened My a mellow meows in the corner of the room. Here comes the Lady Vengeance Her heart thawed by four-legged beauties.
Hell-bent Waters
SHE’S A GODDESS WITH a vision. He’s a prince with a platinum future Both lather in secret dynamics The press adore them: Epitome of young love, Fame and success. But even when the cameras leave And the vanity is washed away By hell-bent waters... It’s their affection that keeps them afloat A lifeguard that can’t be seen.
Gorgeous Forests
THESE GORGEOUS FORESTS scream tranquillity The scent of roasted marshmallows and toast, With guitar serenades luring singers and dancers Of various skills These peaches in look sweet and juicy Piled high in bowls followed by bananas, Strawberries, apples, raspberries and cream I don’t know what’s in the pot But it makes me think of India They welcome me in the circle Help yourself to some food and drink As the sun went down The blankets came out I went in alone And left with love.
Mr Alphabet’s Pets
ALLIGATORS MUNCH ON broccoli behind the cabbage pack. Dark poisons in disguise; envy in their eyes. Frogs escape the fungus, greets the grapes, hops on herbs and ivy vines – jungle days are over! kiwi and kale for lizards sleeping on moss moulds nocturnal beings oozing with style Pepper the parrot’s quiff sways with grace.
She rocks her feet and shakes as if there’s a tango in the cage. Unripe bananas and viridian vegetables wolfed down by Xander the monkey. You can’t miss his face! Zachery Alphabet loves them all!
Raven's Day Out
ONE TIRED MIND: ACHING feet, banging headache. Just half a head dreaming about a steak, The other resting on the restaurant's brink. Little fingers curled around the red drink. One gulp: one glass down. I feel all awake Snap of the camera turned my wine pink The meat feast polished. The waiter brings cake Sprinkled with ice creams begins to sink. In this crazy tour I chose to partake... There was no such sweet time to even blink . Things could be missed with just a little wink, Imagery that we can never remake. The burlesque entertainment is opaque. The good and the bad start to interlink. No clue what just happened, in any case, Memories will be preserved in pen's ink!
First to The Bar
I'M THE FIRST TO THE bar and the last to go to bed. The pints unleash the devil in me and the angel within. After ordering a fried Mars bar and festive kebab I'm downing crates at home crying, “Kiss me! Kiss me!” In morning crawls my Celtic soul is back I won't be possessed again – I lied!
Malibu Milk
SHOTS OF MALIBU WITH milk are simply marvellous It's got to be coconut milk It's pretty fun to make You can also use whole milk I got drunk on it in Morocco I love that ice fresh milk
Nostalgic Holidays
I DON'T WANT TO GO I thought we were going Into a pool of darkness I couldn't swim back then My first day there I befriended a lion Wearing a football shirt And a clown in the tower I didn't want to leave Blackpool I didn't want to go I thought we were going Into a big bath together I had one last night My first day there I befriended swimmers In a Roman bath I didn't want to leave Bath
I don't want to go I thought we were going Into the mouth of a bear Everything scared me back then My first day there I befriended all the Residents in the aquarium And a couple of shells I didn't want to leave Bournemouth.
Dehumanized
SWINGING ZOMBIES WITH drowned livers. Burning heals and tired bladders. Pinching Bloody Mary, slurping spirits. Licking mouldy kebabs and frozen dusk flakes with hanging jaws and swirling tongues. Flesh eating flesh: even vegans are guilty. Gangs crawling around a dried out crate, Sucking whatever they can find Exchanging organs and emotions Brawls so bad, the monkeys next door looked posh. Not to worry no one was harmed they'll be back in class tomorrow Just be extremely numb “Bunch of twats,” thought the cat that clawed their backs. “How dare they eat my goods.
I'm calling the police!”
Mini Arcade Machine
THE MINI ARCADE MACHINE fits nicely in my hands I should ask the doctor if I can borrow his screwdriver So I can enjoy retro gaming across the lands I want to be the ultimate Pacman reviver It's small enough even for my cats to play with their furry paws If they could see maybe even bats They'll think I'm Santa Claus It's not everyday that the pint is bigger than the disco arcade machine And I'm not a fibber When I say I'm mean A mini arcade machine A big retro gamers dream
Cycle
THE CYCLE WILL START again Just how it always does Shattered in seconds Fixed up again Following dreams Fixed up again Shattered in seconds Just how it always does The cycle will start again
Dolphin
IT ROSE UNDER SEA Listen to its call Its like a flower Watch and be amazed
Some Good Advice
IF IT MAKES YOU SICK throw it out! No good leaving it to mould If it makes you sad throw it out! Your heart should not be cold. If it makes you tired throw it out! You're too young to feel old. If it makes you feel heavy throw it out! Let the magic unfold. If it makes you angry throw it out! Do as you're told.
This is my world now
FILLED WITH EXOTIC tranquillity the path of winter's revenge brought me no summer fruits or the touch of autumn's peace or the kiss of spring i have abandoned my hatred my troubles i am not your servant my life is not your life i live for myself i will do what i want when i want and how i want this is my world now
No One Ever Let Me Know
NO ONE EVER LET ME know About the silver snow Or the winter's glow It's magic that I'll never let go Of in village of bow
Escape Your Fate
THE ONLY WAY TO ESCAPE your fate is to triumph over sun, wind, rain and snow. One path to pure and everlasting bliss. Who knows which path is the right way to go? It's different for me. It's different for you. Our paths are not the same. Still, I am grateful that our paths have crossed. So make your choice. Which door will you open? One is the staircase to Heaven. The other is the pitfall to Hell. Solve the riddle And you will live.
Grateful
THINK OF A FRUIT WHEN I’m away And keep the sweet taste in mind The caffeine kicks in the morning The chamomile wind at night I won’t blow out the candles The flame represents life For that I am grateful
Good Morning God
GOOD MORNING, GOD Whether you’re real, fake Or just a figure of my imagination is it okay to talk to you? Christmas is coming Winter’s stamped her feet I just want to get through the day with fun and laughter. Good afternoon, God It’s me again They all think I’m strange: I don’t want the new iPhone or a sparkly gadget I don’t want what’s expected of me I just want everlasting friendship and quirky adventures Good evening, God
I bet you’re fed up with me I know you’re busy – I am too I hope I’m a good Christian Although my friends aren’t God speaks back Be patient! Be sweet! Stay strong! You’re on the right path You never annoy me You can call back anytime
Ciao With Marrowbone
CIAO WITH A MARROWBONE, Tapping with my red heels. Hey, Billy! Get the oven on: I'm cooking sirloin steak! Buenos Dias with paella, Sneaking with my bare feet. Hey, Billy! It's time to get up: You're half a teacake. Bonjour with Cuisse de Grenouille, Strolling in my leather boots. Hey, Billy! Pick up your wallet: We're going out tonight! Konnichiwa with yakitori, Dancing in my feline slippers.
Hey, Billy! Get your rod out: We're going fishing! Ni Hao with gelatine, Sprinting in my yellow trainers. Hey, Billy! Find the meat with the bones: I'm going to give it a good old rub!
Peace And Goodwill In The Universe
I COULDN'T STOP THINKING about The ignored sign in the town. It Reminds me of something that My old man once said to me. He was the first and only man, That I ever fell in love with. His bedtime stories brought spice In my black and white world. Before we say our goodnights, He would raise his left thumb, And make me repeat The same phrase every night. THE UNIVERSE IS MADE OF... The universe is made of... PEACE AND GOODWILL! Peace and goodwill! Peace And Goodwill In The Universe.
The words have been washed away: Replaced by celebrity hearsay The message has stayed in my heart. I’ve made his wisdom travel To my wife and kids The perfect message Still falls on deaf ears
The Alcoholic Alphabet
A IS FOR ALE. Very light and pale. It's an old man's tale. B is for beer. Of course, it's got to be here. Always good to have one near. C is for cider. The tongue becomes a rider. Makes the brain go wilder. D is for Damascan Punch. Goes well with your lunch. The ice cubes pack a crunch. E is for Egg nog. A favourite for the cheeky frog Who loves a Christmas snog. F is for Fluffy Critter. Never be a quitter:
It makes your mind glitter. G is for gin That I bought from Flynn. ing it down to my next-of-kin. H is for Heineken, Sold by the Chinamen, And bought by the riflemen. I is for ice. Ice is a spice. Ice makes all drinks nice. J is for Jack Daniels Travelling for miles Filling up the aisles K is for Kiwi Masquerade. The glasses are on parade For emergency hydration aid. L is for liquor. This wonderful ichor Belongs to the vicar. M is for Malibu For when you're feeling blue,
And want to feel anew. N is for Nutty Professor, Drinking with a hairdresser And the rainbow jester. O is for Orange Blossom. I've heard it's really awesome. I should try some. P is for Pina Colada Consumed in an armada On the coast of Granada Q is for Queen Of Mexico. The Queen's cocktail in Glasgow, And royalty in Moscow. R is for Raspberry Twist. What I hold with my fist Is the best flavour for anything kissed. S is for sake, You won't find in a cafe. Easily led astray. T is for Tequila, As graceful as a ballerina
Inspired by the river Gila. U is for Ultimate Indulgence. No point in divulgence. We want refulgence. V is for vodka. This drink deserves an Oscar. It really is a star. W is for wine! Don't be a swine! That drink is mine! X is for... well X Like the ones, you put in a text Hoping that you don't bump into your ex. Y is for, "You're barred!" That's the red card For eardrums scarred. Z is for Zombie I tried it in Dundee: Ended up in an Irish palm tree.
Vintage Swing
ORDER CHAMPAGNE SHOWERS also known as liquid courage besides the typewriter with more rhythm than teenage tunes and Gameboy colours Dance under a red chair and twirling umbrellas chill in the bathtub put your cocktails down by the tiger’s hips. So put on your lampshades and your Minnie mouse tights Don’t blend in when you are born to stand out!
Three Things
A LOTUS BLOOMS BY THE empty wineglass. The little candles flickers beside them. The beauty of the short-lived flame Isn’t so different to the Fate of the petals destined to rot. The glass has mood swings Either always full Or always empty It’s always all over the place Until one day it has enough And shatters all over the floor It doesn’t always end that way If you look after the three things The candle can last for days The flower can last for weeks The glass can last forever
Giant Leaves
GIANT LEAVES OBEY THE wind Following her waves unto The parallel grass A modern maiden Builds rainbow castles For the crawly community It doesn’t take long For the ants to move in Slugs lay their eggs below The sturdy bricks The worm wiggles through Seeking shelter from The hungry crows The landlord can’t kick him out He’s twenty times the size of him.
Happy Ending
THE NEWS REEKS OF DEATH Another solider sent home in a casket Peaceful protests wiped out my social media A war between two parties Both with blood on their hands A rising star Stripped of her shine And thrown into obscurity Society is going backwards And we’re being robbed From the very people We should be able to trust They warned us. They killed them. We won’t find happily ever after here Nor will be find it at the golden staircase Worshipping someone we don’t truly know
It’s something that can’t be found But when you obtain it: you’ll know Is it too hard to ask for a happy ending?
Pålegg
WHAT IS A PÅLEGG? In addition to being untranslatable, it’s not something you’ll find in your dictionary, so try Google instead. A love cupid for two slices of bread The magnet that holds carbohydrate slabs together. The edible ointment that brings bread to life Oral love guided by a silver knife. Just ask the baker’s wife. The cucumbers above your eye. The pressed tomatoes in your soup. A healthy spread of spreadable cheese, And bananas from under the trees. A lovely Norwegian noun that lives in your cupboards or stocked up in your fridge
You know lots of påleggs especially those eggs.
The Elderly Painter
AN ELDERLY PAINTER forgets his name But never forgets old secrets buried with a Dalmatian dog He’s lost the TV remote but he never loses the loneliness The retired counsellor and part-time scriptwriter has been like this since his Calamity Jane PERISHED.
Why it’s Grey
IT’S GREY BECAUSE IT’S sad. The green is dead. News from the dead, Wild swans perform A post-mortem on the ninja Between an opal sky and dead sky Bad girls play the dare game by a red wall. Cause of death: a boot to the head.
We Walked
FOLLOW ME SAYS THE music See why the whales come In the sleepover secret At charm school What shall we do? We walk What else can we do? We know the route Off by heart
The Flowers of Suicide Forest
THESE FLOWERS AND CANDLES have been planted here, for the spirits that roam above and below the Sea of Trees sunk deep within their own darkness and despair – their cries for help buried too deep for us to hear. I write this poem for the ones that have or are considering ending their own lives in and beyond Aokigahara. Your body may be rotten, Your soul may be broken, but you are still loved. You will always be in the thoughts of strangers and friends. That red flower that flourishes through the blood and debris against all odds curtsies to the sun – It rises for you. It’s not too late
To turn around! Hello there. You’ve come to save me. Thank you for your concern, But I’ve not come here to die. I’ve come to pay respects For the ones that ed And the ones on the edge of suicide
Diet Pills In The View Of An Atheist
I believe in diet pills as much as I believe in Jesus Christ and the man who walked on the moon
Love is all full
KNOCK OUT TO TIME...finished finally memories old years ten now is eater soul realises you when moment that update 21bg frigid hopefully will I and thanks Love is all full to listening am I soon you see and care cool translate google bloody
Mother Fluff Was A Diamond
MOTHER FLUFF WAS A diamond butterfly goddess lathering in peaches. The crystal meth princes down tequilas slams and hash cakes for breakfast. “Blow me,” they beg. “No,” says Mother Fluff as she breaks the wooden tables
They Rose
THEY ROSE like friends bitter gods and goddesses judge them. They want it all with a bed of roses it will take a lot of work for it to come true, but it is not impossible. They will win, because their hearts bodies and
souls are in it.
Lush Life
IT’S A LUSH LIFE WHEN we think about it. It might not seem it, but it is a bit. We’re fortunate to breathe this air, To swim these waters and touch These beloved plants Kindness brings more colour It’s funny how the ones that rule the world have no idea how the world works let’s make the most of everything before its spoilt forever
Blue smiles
Mocking There are no faces Insulting They have no hearts Attacking My defence is worthless Banging Always inside my head Tripping Tripping me over again and again Screaming I never get sleep Biting Holes everywhere Bleeding Please just make it stop Suffering
I don’t want to do this anymore
Back to Work
BACK TO WORK With these Tuesday thoughts People are backing Punish a Muslim day It’s not just today And it’s not just Muslims The ones that orchestrate This growing hate Will end up destroying The world
Pink Smiles
Engaged Every day should be like this Motivated I’m gonna give it my all Wholeheartedly I know I can win gold Creatively The ideas never stop Love full of soul
Goddamn Perverts
THEY’RE EVERYWHERE! They just don’t give up! Tell them to fuck off And they ask What’s your bra size? The red flags are these, They ask for your ASL They ask if you’re single And if you say yes They ask if you like them Annoying twats! No, I don’t like you We’ve only just met Only five seconds To form an opinion Sorry, I don’t like you You’re just another one of those goddamn perverts!
Your Game Is Lame
Your game is lame You can’t fight the night You’re as silly as willy You’re needy and greedy You spite with fright Your game is lame
What People Think Of Writers
Why people think that all writers Are loaded with lots of money? We can’t all be bestsellers, But we’re still pretty awesome. I often look at my bank balance And cry. ;-; And look at the prices of the things I want And places I want to go And cry some more. ;-;
A Standoff
A standoff between The sneezing dog And the musical cow The history of Britain lies in their hands
Red Bubbles
SHE’S A SICK AND TWISTED monster She slashes her victims without remorse And guess what everyone calls her? Cuddles! With the remains of her victims She does all sorts of stuff She calls herself an artist Grotesque indeed Just like Mrs Lovett She makes a good kidney pie And builds houses with bones Like Lego bricks And she does it all for free “Saves you a fortune on funerals!” She cries with glee She has a blood bank you see Uses all the blood of her victims
Mixes it with soap To form big red bubbles
Long Live the Paper Queen
THE MARCH OF THE PAPER queen involves citizens in green holding handwritten rhapsodies and a hymn full of lies The letter hides the downfall Layers of fear injected to all Apart from the cat ladies protecting the honey and the bees Love live the paper queen
Sundays
THERE’S A LOVE/HATE relationship with Sundays Sunday lay-ins are the best Until time zooms so fast You’re left with the dread Of going to work Monday morning Saturday night hangovers Get no sympathy from Sunday hangovers Everything is closed And whatever’s open Closes early But it’s a nice vibe Wheather you’re a churchgoer or not Sundays are still tranquil
Haikus
Modern slays ancient guidelines stripped with a new name Bionic Lotus A floating city Plenty of lush swimming pools A grand holiday Friends and foreigners hug trees and kiss the blue seas I just want to sleep You must bring sunshine Red light and land say it well Don’t forget yourself The moon is sinking A white path stretches Beyond a new dawn
Heart-Shaped Glasses
KITTY WEARS HEART-SHAPED glasses A vanilla shade of pink Takes her teal handbag and Hot pink shoes wherever she goes Love is her middle name Endlessly wanting to meet her Eternity we’ve been chatting for Now the time has come
Pets
IT STARTS WITH THE morning caffeine A liquid hug to get me through The daily jog and invisible thugs The furry relatives that lick your face, chew your stuff and sit on you Gives you their love. My pet is cuter than your pets.
Friday Fries
Everyone likes fish and chips on a Friday wrapped in newspaper and grease covered fake news that nobody cares about. We just want to eat our chips in peace. It’s what keeps us going in this post brexit world
ran by the tory scum. They eat their fish and chips in golden paper as they fine the homeless money they will never be able to have. I hope the fish bite back and give them the shits
How I Can Be A Better Person
MAYBE I SHOULD LOSE some weight; Thin has and will always be in. Maybe I should give up smoking; I’m choking with so much sin. Maybe I should sign up to the gym; I could turn into a muscle machine. Maybe I should go on holiday; Nobody will believe where I’ve just been. Maybe I should make some friends; I could find my brand new twin.
An Open Book
IT’S NOT A MESS WHEN it’s an open book It’s the exhibition of my imagination Flying through a thousand centuries The characters I’ve known loved and lost Outnumber the grains of Sahara If it was not for the heroes and heroines Of my short-lived innocence, Then I would not be the person I am today Even if I was able to read and memorize Every page in all these books It would never be enough For I know that every day Something dies Something is born Reborn Or created The knowledge I have now
Will never be enough There is more upon the horizon Beautiful forms of words and art That is waiting to be discovered
Jungle Influencers
THE TURTLE CLIMBS THE tree Pretending it’s a floating butterfly Scrolling up each branch she can see Fluorescent wings whizzing by In the jungle she has the time To think her life is an utter bore If she only had at least a dime She could grow wings and soar
BENEATH A SHRINKING apple Was one trying to sing About her fate in a pupa chapel The turtle stayed to swing I will be gone tomorrow The butterfly says as with a smile There is no need to feel any sorrow As I know my life was worthwhile
THERE WAS NO TIME TO attempt To be something she was not Being loved as herself is a rare moment Following a fluttering paw by a yacht The turtle’s confidence recovers Where flowing water is surplus It is here where she discovers The turtle has her own purpose
Did you love Lockdown Poetry? Then you should read Drinking Poetry by Chloe Gilholy!
Tea or coffee, whichever drink you prefer it fuels the soul. A collection of poems celebrating the delights, tastes and benefits of tea, coffee and alcohol.
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About the Author
Chloe Gilholy is a healthcare worker from Oxfordshire. She published her first poem when she was eight and she hasn't stopped since.
Life With Poetry
Chloe Gilholy
Published by Chloe Gilholy, 2021.
While every precaution has been taken in the preparation of this book, the publisher assumes no responsibility for errors or omissions, or for damages resulting from the use of the information contained herein.
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First edition. August 1, 2021.
Copyright © 2021 Chloe Gilholy.
ISBN: 979-8201535575
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Topsy-Turvy Love
Lettuce Think
Late Night Call
Referral
Depeche
Heroine of Our Time
Purple Shines Bright
Unexplained
The Feeling
13 Days Of Halloween
I Miss it
Ship of Fools
Joe & Ivy
25 Years
Mountains & Gems
I Want
Spirit in Shatters
Spiked Drinks
Ode to Summer Love
Summer Monster
Haikubes Review
Moscow Winter
Lady of Acid
Tale of Two Flowerpots
Game Rage
Cake
Here’s What I Observed
Cake Ache
Strawberry
Fish
Soup
Apple
Halo-Halo
Pancake
Gold & White Beaches
She, Lady Vengeance
Hell-bent Waters
Gorgeous Forests
Mr Alphabet’s Pets
Raven's Day Out
First to The Bar
Malibu Milk
Nostalgic Holidays
Dehumanized
Mini Arcade Machine
Cycle
Dolphin
Some Good Advice
This is my world now
No One Ever Let Me Know
Escape Your Fate
Grateful
Good Morning God
Ciao With Marrowbone
Peace And Goodwill In The Universe
The Alcoholic Alphabet
Vintage Swing
Three Things
Giant Leaves
Happy Ending
Pålegg
The Elderly Painter
Why it’s Grey
We Walked
The Flowers of Suicide Forest
Diet Pills In The View Of An Atheist
Love is all full
Mother Fluff Was A Diamond
They Rose
Lush Life
Blue smiles
Back to Work
Pink Smiles
Goddamn Perverts
Your Game Is Lame
What People Think Of Writers
A Standoff
Red Bubbles
Long Live the Paper Queen
Sundays
Haikus
Heart-Shaped Glasses
Pets
Friday Fries
How I Can Be A Better Person
An Open Book
Jungle Influencers
Further Reading: Drinking Poetry
Also By Chloe Gilholy
About the Author
Topsy-Turvy Love
THROUGH MY TAINTED eyes, it's always snowy; Tropical skies, a true topsy-turvy. Is there blood on my cheeks? No need for fears, The mud on my face: It must be my tears. My self-esteem taught me I was ugly, On goes the face filters – now I'm pretty With a storm of hearts and pixie dust. Like one of the tarts, I'm his one true lust. Fire soaring, stripped beige; it's getting fruitful, Like we never age; I feel beautiful! He bathes me in his neon fantasies: Turns them into vibrant realities.
Lettuce Think
HOW CAN PEOPLE AFFORD fountains of booze But have no time for a bath or shower? I really wish I was on that cruise. The odor is horrific at any hour. This establishment is faulty; Cheap entry and counterfeit goods. At least there's cards against humanity Though we'd have have more fun in the woods. "The money is missing!" Cried one of the volunteers. Then I see what someone is cradling... Never seen anything like it in years. The pub quiz was interrupted By a free giveaway I see my team get frustrated They just want to play "Who wants some lettuce?"
Crowds jumped and arms reached out! I heard someone say, "Get hit by a bus!" I don't know what that was all about. We won that quiz despite the issues We went to reception to claim our prize: The staff all looked like they needed tissues They let us have it which was a surprise. So we know where the charity money went Not to Oxfam, or Children in Need Well this is well and truly bent Well what a load of bollocks indeed. We hopped to the bar with much less dread The lettuce munchers made me stop to think My friends tapped my shoulder and said; "Come on and pick a drink!" Everything afterwards is green and blurred Stale salad, cold curry and tea for breakfast, With a red rose it's all been stirred... This will take some time to adjust.
Late Night Call
THERE'S NOTHING LIKE seducing an old friend at two o'clock in the morning only to find he had plans for me all this time, and was waiting for the Queen to make her move.
Referral
YOU'VE GOT TO BE TOLD; you'll never understand! Don't reach out! Don't you dare touch my hand. I've met knights like you in white suits many times before; Twirling pens, polished shoes and thick notes about some whore. They'll infect you like they've infected me: the parasites! Breed hate and breathe despair on sleepless nights. Even in a state of coma, there is no escape. The master of illness smiles in his cape. Chronic downfalls, partially deaf, partially blind, manic depression, Labels slapped, tickets punched, institution after institution. They ask you what is wrong, and you cannot explain – Your only companion is the howling of the rain... Bad days turn to stressful weeks as the tears crust. Pleasant memories discarded in beds of dust. So, I leave a note for the fly on the wall – my little spy If you wish to see the world with my eyes – kiss the sun goodbye...
Depeche
SPEAK AND SPELL A BROKEN frame It's construction time again For some great reward It's a black celebration With music for the masses Featuring the violator with Songs of faith and devotion I am the ultra exciter Playing the angel with Sounds of the universe Through the delta machine's spirit
Heroine of Our Time
SHE SMILES IN THE CORNER Pen behind her ear Book by her chin She'll grow up Cool and cunning Surrounded by wealth She's poor now But spiritually Is a millionaire She studies women History never forget Entrepreneurs galore Queens of Hollywood Writing sisters and A virgin queen They say it's a tragedy That they never had
Stable husbands nor children To the first day in class To the final exam results She's learned to take her own path She vows to be free From expectations and Embrace life on her own She's done her best She has no regrets The heroine of our time
Purple Shines Bright
MYSELF AND THE WORLD wish you the greatest birthday you ever had, and even greater ones to come. Thank you for the smiles, and for giving light to the new generation when the future seems bleak. Thank you for your voice, the music the kindness, and the hard work, and all the love you give to your fans. You've fixed black and broken hearts We now have purple hearts in this tribe And purple shines bright. This tribe that we call a fandom, we may be divided by oceans and languages, but we united by a ion for music that you bring to life. May you shine brightly in this life, and the next one, wherever it may
take you... it's bound to be great.
Unexplained
AN OVERLOAD OF INFORMATION, in one ear and out the other scattered all over the place like flakes of dust. The dead flies decaying on the ground... are the happy thoughts forgotten. Anxious to ask the questions, I can't shake the fear of scalding, In case they think I'm stupid... I can't seem to do anything right. All I ever hear is moaning. Is it worth the risk? All around me are red flags, Constant oppression and little demons They call me ugly in the mirror! Taunt me in photographs! Critique everything I do! What is there to look forward to? Nobody wants to listen.
They would never understand. I just feel so empty all the time. Though little things the emptiness is refilled, there's a gaping hole in my smile. the emptiness returns quickly all the knowledge I have is imprisoned. I know it's going to get worse as the years go on I want it all, but I can't have it all. Scribbles upon wet pages... Suffer to live. I want to live, but I must die. I want to die, but I must live.
The Feeling
WHILST WE'RE DROWNED in scandals, that OUR neighbours succumb to darkness. We find ourselves in it too. Full of black clouds and dust, It's easy to think that we are alone. Following the rays from the other side, I escape one maze and fall into another. Roasted by the sun, melting to the floor. Chilled by the moon, body tangled. The nature that we love also kills us. We see our neighbours as rivals. We see our doorsteps as borders. Simple things scare me Despite once climbing mountains, Imprinting footsteps onto sands, Breathing in Norwegian fjords. I have depression.
But people don't know it. They won't accept it. All they see is fake smiles. It's just another obstacle to overcome
13 Days Of Halloween
ON THE FIRST DAY OF Halloween Dracula gave to me: A casket in an organ! On the second day of Halloween Dracula gave to me: Two white dresses, And a casket in an organ! On the third day of Halloween Dracula gave to me: Three black cats; Two white dresses, And a casket in an organ! On the fourth day of Halloween Dracula gave to me: Four screeching bats; Three black cats; Two white dresses,
And a casket in an organ! On the fifth day of Halloween Dracula gave to me: Five spell books; Four screeching bats; Three black cats; Two white dresses, And a casket in an organ! On the sixth day of Halloween Dracula gave to me: Six pumpkin spice lattes; Five spell books; Four screeching bats; Three black cats; Two white dresses, And a casket in an organ! On the seventh day of Halloween Dracula gave to me: Seven metal albums; Six pumpkin spice lattes; Five spell books;
Four screeching bats; Three black cats; Two white dresses, And a casket in an organ! On the eighth day of Halloween Dracula gave to me: Eight sizzling cauldrons; Seven metal albums; Six pumpkin spice lattes; Five spell books; Four screeching bats; Three black cats; Two white dresses, And a casket in an organ! On the ninth day of Halloween Dracula gave to me: Nine zombies swinging; Eight sizzling cauldrons; Seven metal albums; Six pumpkin spice lattes; Five spell books;
Four screeching bats; Three black cats; Two white dresses, And a casket in an organ! On the tenth day of Halloween Dracula gave to me: Ten goblins grooving; Nine zombies swinging; Eight sizzling cauldrons; Seven metal albums; Six pumpkin spice lattes; Five spell books; Four screeching bats; Three black cats; Two white dresses, And a casket in an organ! On the eleventh day of Halloween Dracula gave to me: Eleven dragons slaying; Ten goblins grooving; Nine zombies swinging;
Eight sizzling cauldrons; Seven metal albums; Six pumpkin spice lattes; Five spell books; Four screeching bats; Three black cats; Two white dresses, And a casket in an organ! On the twelfth day of Halloween Dracula gave to me: Twelve ghosts hosting; Eleven dragons slaying; Ten goblins grooving; Nine zombies swinging; Eight sizzling cauldrons; Seven metal albums; Six pumpkin spice lattes; Five spell books; Four screeching bats; Three black cats; Two white dresses,
And a casket in an organ! On the thirteenth day of Halloween Dracula gave to me: Thirteen skeletons singing; Twelve ghosts hosting; Eleven dragons slaying; Ten goblins grooving; Nine zombies swinging; Eight sizzling cauldrons; Seven metal albums; Six pumpkin spice lattes; Five spell books; Four screeching bats; Three black cats; Two white dresses, And a casket in an organ!
I Miss it
I MISS IT - THE MADNESS! Who would have thought, That I, so desperate to escape, extreme hunger for sanity, that doesn't exist embraces velvet insanity I had goals - the boredom I stopped the faucet and and fixed the organs nothing else to moan about nothing worth fighting for no justice to seek no reason to weep it sleeps in a corner growing stronger
it will come to a point where fighting will be futile I have no fairy tales to write I've never had a happily ever after of my own All these words of mine form tales of sin and treachery. We always cause the ones we love the most pain. No matter how many times I say I will be okay... Sometimes... it's hard to believe myself I should be happy but I'm not! For what am I? A lost doll with fragile tears...
Ship of Fools
IT WAS THE BUSINESSMAN'S second honeymoon. His opal suite, the grandest cabin of them all. Daffodils at HIS balcony – nod at the lagoon. His wife returns from a library brawl. He thought the deprived spirits were gone... Until the Captain was butchered up the stairs. Husband and wife had no God to pray on, For the crew had deathly coloured stairs. A housewife poisons her only child: a son. Regrets it as his last words are: I'm going to be a father. Her lover drowns before a mermaid in the sun. The ghosts embrace the scarlet lather... The housewife surrendered as the ship of fools sunk. The survivors fled. Memories concealed in a trunk.
Joe & Ivy
POOR MR JOE DAVIS No matter how hard he tries He can't stop sinking into the abyss Where nobody hears his cries His life slips through his fingers Swallowed by the devil's brands The monster still lingers On his bloody hands Poor Mrs Ivy Davis A Swedish babe barely thirty Oblivious to her own bliss Vomiting her natural beauty An obsession with anorexic art She turns to her friend Bulimia It drives the sweethearts apart But Joe always had a grotesque idea If the paintings could talk
And the rotten flesh write All the secrets would begin to walk To the Queen of Maggot's delight Joe plans Ivy's rebirth with glee His quiet haven truly disturbs His executioner is the cat lady who gives him what he deserves
25 Years
25 YEARS OF MARRIAGE Even wearing bulky armour And having a dash of moonlight I'm always the runner-up Mist beneath the smoky embers Atomic number: 47 Toxic heavy metal Sterling iron mountains Baby hippos above the pebbles handing out Chinese imports AG: French argent Chemical element: German Silber Metal: Italian argento Symphonic: Maltese fidda Period element: Portuguese prata Soft: Zulu esilva
Thermal: Filipino pilak Reflective: Japanese gin Antique: Indonesian perak Celebrating and ing The death of the king Childhood in 8-bit graphics Quarter of a century The pile of dimes cashed in At the lustrous bank 25 years on the throne
Mountains & Gems
I WANT mountains & gems with no strings attached. I'll take the lovers with fat pockets. I'm sorry in advance; your tears are delicious!
I Want
I WANT TO WAKE to the smell of tulips lie back in jewels and laugh I want to pour out DANCE under flapping crows wind flowing over toes to the sky I drink sunshine in little tubs wobbling and reeling by the window I want to wash my flaws in narcissus waters green-white beryl floats Then lie some more
in sunspots sniffing green fragrances
Spirit in Shatters
SPIRIT IN SHATTERS bottles empty, drug count low i want some vodka all in my wallet is cannabis and crackers can't find my bank card they call me lazy they think i am sponger everyday struggles stop committing crime says the man with the blue badge go and get a job there are days when i scream, balance disturbed with the constant changes seen i know i am ill it's painfully obvious
i dread the labels body in one piece organs and bones working fine i have mind cancer please prime minister please don't ban, i need these drugs the cancer will spread
Spiked Drinks
NO CEILING NEAR; THE pure high air is fat, Glide silently near clouds without a sigh, A neon world below your weary cat, You cannot hope to know until you cry, Your life's a bore; absorb the gentle trust, Try your luck and chance, the rewards are nice Your life's a chore; believe in the black lust Buy a new romance and kiss them all twice Nobody sees the shining heart within, The crumbs of love locked in a fancy cage, Now leave behind a life that's closing in, Open the book of bondage; turn the page, Your silver locket dazzles through the night, Sky high, never surrender in your flight.
Ode to Summer Love
MY SHARP BOYFRIEND, you inspire me to write. How I love the way you cuddle and drink, Invading my mind day and through the night, Always dreaming about the fun eye blink. Let me compare you to a shiny sky? You are more awesome, perfect and caring. Smooth drought dries the dun picnics of July, And summertime has the one childbearing. How do I love you? Let me count the ways. I love your darling fingers, style and smile. Thinking of your glaring style fills my days. My love for you is the staring profile. Now I must away with a subject heart, my smart words whilst we're apart.
Summer Monster
MY ROUND MONSTER, YOU inspire me to write. I hate the way you bark, wallow and sting, Invading my mind day and through the night, Always dreaming about the gruesome fling. Let me compare you to a bluff buffoon? You are more loathsome, amusing and rough. Buff sun heats the bruising peaches of June, And summertime has the musing LeBoeuf. How do I hate you? Let me count the ways. I hate your eyes, toenails and eyelashes. Thinking of your tough toenails haunts my days. My hate for you is the benign hashes. Now I must away with a divine heart, my bound words whilst we're apart.
Haikubes Review
HOW CAN I REVIEW Haikubes without turning this Into some haikus? Dices with red words Generate prompts and concepts Black words must be used. Sixty-three peach cubes Only a matter of time Before clones follow In a half-green box: Social entertainment for Coffee table nights! For many years this Gathered dust on my bookshelves “What is this?” They asked? Haikus by Haikubes “Tragic effort! Craft your own!”
A customer says. Haikus for Christmas Cubes rolled, scattered, then married Off as poetry. Leaving your fate in The hands of peculiar Dice is limiting I do like this game. Expensive for what it is. haikus brings me peace. A thumbs up from me Good fun for thirty minutes I crown it three stars!
Moscow Winter
IT’S ALWAYS SNOWING in a Moscow winter That’s what they always said to me It’s something I would have like to have seen, But I wouldn’t know as I’ve never been Past the candy temples and twirled rooftops It’s not my Instagram that captured the moment Of white trees, deep footprints and marble skies. I’ve heard the tales of Russian spies and agents Scattered in stories old and new It makes me think of What lovely landscapes are spoilt by carbon mismanagement There’s always somebody or something That spoils the wonderful works of human and Mother Nature We hear many things about the things in Russia The good and the bad But all countries are like that in their own way I still want to go and set my own mark there.
Lady of Acid
HAJIMEMASHITE! I’m the Lady of Acid. Here you go, have some Prima Donna oddity, Because it makes up for my lack of sanity. Come on in. Take your shoes off. Make yourself at home; You’re just in time for lunch. Sweet leaf and goldfish: What an odd dish indeed. It’s okay, cause vibrating tea Makes everything so yummy. Invaders are digging... Every box with a pearl. I promise, Mr Officer: I had no coke! Please be gentle with me,
I have nothing to hide... Now don’t be so alarmed. I have a funny feeling That your milk bottle’s going to explode!
Tale of Two Flowerpots
THERE WAS ONCE TWO little flower pots: The one on the right had valiant red pansies, The one on the left had noble purple pansies. Both came from a shop that I love lots and lots. England is known for its summer rain. Why is there snow wreaking havoc in April? Why are plants dying from frost in April? I hope watering them every day isn’t in vain. There was just one red pansy standing. Then the next day there two, and then three pops up. Little by little, the flowerpot became full as more stood up. The red pansies are great at surviving. Tragedy struck for the purple pansies, As the petal shrivelled like the end of the ball. To get these crisp dead flowers to be once again tall, Would take a miracle in strong degrees. One splash could not feed all.
Game Rage
OH MY GOD! THAT IS bullshit! Where the fuck did that blue shell come from? I am clearly the best racer of all time! Fuck off Caterpie: nobody likes you. Come back when you’re all grown up. Tell your shiny friends to jump out the grass. What? My turnips are only worth 20 bells? You made my Facebook friend a millionaire. Now I’ve got to change the time again. Did you just use Kirbycide on me again? My fighter has boobs, I should win by default! I am not losing to these cheep bastards. Error connection? Fuck off! My internet is perfect. I did not buy a catalogue of error code messages. SORT YOUR SERVERS OUT! What? Battery low? No it isn’t! I just charged my console five minutes ago.
Stupid game! JUST LET ME WIN!
Cake
I CAN’T BAKE CAKES worthy of a celebration. Where are all the rainbows Instgram promised me? The hues are duller than the d poster. These baking artists have absolute devotion. We are told that cake is full of fat and sugar, Some have creamy layers, fruits engraved with chocolate, Some are simple, bread-based, or had crumbly layers. Some sophisticated cakes even have liquor. Supermarkets hosted caterpillar bake offs. This is a age of rite for the young children. Cuthbert had worn the crown in pride for thirty years. Colin, Clyde, Wiggles and Morris were quite well-scoffed. And as they always say at the end of the day, It does not matter that the cake is not gourmet.
Here’s What I Observed
HERE’S WHAT I’VE OBSERVED... Geeks in green glasses working as slaves are beautiful Greeks eating like kings. Magnolia garments disposed in fire, replaced by flawless frocks stitched by the empire. I have a diploma in being a fly on the wall, and a master’s degree as a professional spy. If only they’ve embraced the beautiful quirks, and see What would have been had there have been courage. Some correlations are destined to work: Bread and butter. Many should never be mixed: Booze and politics. Loyalty is the secret to immortality. Disloyalty always paves a tragic path.
Those dying snakes in front of us were once human.
Cake Ache
I HAD TWO BIRTHDAY cakes: One nut free from Tesco, yellow and sugary One baked by a friend with purple swirls and strawberry halves After one week living off cake and tea I returned to work and there cake galore from all over the world Cinnamon swirls, rice puddings, slices with so much rum you could get drunk When I got back I had a cheesecake to take home. The evidence had long since gone My tummy ached for days but My waistline was saved by vigorous swimming and gym sessions.
Strawberry
A FRESH STRAWBERRY from the summer trees Are red, ripe and no longer green. This one was handpicked to be Washed, sliced, diced and blended With whole milk, whipped cream and bananas for a beautiful milkshake! Another strawberry freshly sprout Is another that’s about to come out. It dosen’t really give a damn That it’s going to be damson jam. The old strawberries, withered and dry Is not destined to become compost just yet It’s figure is preserved as it forms an orchestra With raisins, apricots, and oat clusters. They call their band, granola.
Fish
THE CATCH OF THE DAY is the feast of tomorrow The wet smell from the market lingers In fish pies, sushi bars and chip shops The catch of the day is the banquet of tomorrow. Hanging by their fins inhaling smoke They don’t look appetizing when raw I never thought I would like eating fish Hanging by their fins inhaling smoke Their home was a large ocean linked by streaming rivers and crashing waterfalls Now they’re dead, they’ve travelled Further then they ever did at sea where Their home was a large ocean
Soup
STARTING OFF WITH WINTER fuel On a granite table nestled with Universal cutlery and Polite attire in a dining room Steam pours from the Orange liquid as the round Utensil dives into a vegetable Pool Spices from botanic gardens start their Obbligato with great maestro and even Unused notes and flavours are destined to Prosper on the tongue Salvation and sincerity Onboard a cruise ship’s dining room Umbrella of earthy foods like Potato and leek Sharing bread rolls and butter sticks
Ogling stacks of wine Under large crystal chandeliers Playing classical music as the boat sways Spending our small wages on a night of leisure Oxygen is being put to good use Unmatched by anything else Perfection is something rarely seen
Apple
EVERYBODY KNOWS THE old wife’s tale That biting into a tender apple a day Keeps the angelic doctor away It indeed counts towards the 5-a-day With so many apples in the world There’s enough apples to keep me Counting till my dying day Just as many apples as there are stars More stars in the sky than words can say So much to do with all these apples I can craft sweet cider comforts Feed a house with homemade pies and quench thirst with fresh juice Apple takes many forms But how does an apple a day Keep the doctor away When there aren’t enough of them?
Halo-Halo
THIS IS AN ASIAN SUMMERTIME treat That makes you sit down and eat. Makes you feel good from your hair to your feet, It’s okay to accept your dietary defeat. Lots of sweets, fruit and shaved ice, Mixed with milk and ice cream is nice. If there is more, you can have it twice. If you’re hungry: have it thrice! If you want to feel the Filipino mood, It is best to know it through our food. With all the ingredients you must include, Halo-Halo is delicious I must conclude. And alas the pleasant taste and sweet fume, Makes us forget the withering gloom. And in a tragic world filled with doom, We need something to make us bloom.
Pancake
FLUFFY PANCAKES ARE the best: Love the texture Unsung heroes of the morning in For if you prefer savoury or sweet You can always find a pancake for you Paying for precious starts of the day at a hipster restaurant in local bistros. All stacked up with banana slices, summer fruit sauce, and lemon muster. No, I must never underestimate the diversity of pancakes. Calling one of the many times I flew to another continent: A neon diner in New York serves pancakes with bacon and thick syrup Kleve also has lovely spots for brunch, among other things, Even for the baby Dutch pancakes,
although it’s a city in .
Gold & White Beaches
GOLD AND WHITE BEACHES is where she will twirl For her audience: a lonesome cocoon. He wants to play with his favourite pearl, Beneath the surface of a mauve lagoon. The oyster is free with three fingers in. At last! The bedtime story shall begin. He kissed her two pretty little seashells. She surfed in, dropping her fragile defence, Massaged his palms against the wedding bells. Souls connected; she devours his essence. Cruel Destiny did not make her aware That a cancer will cut short her affair. All the evidence she has, washed away... To memories of a hot summer’s day...
She, Lady Vengeance
IT WAS THE MARCH OF the black queen! She knew only to kill or be killed. She was once betrothed to a wealthy lord. He promised her the eternal happiness. He married his mistress, took her land And left her in a ditch to die. On the full moon, she rose Nursed by the commoners who worshipped her. She borrowed a horse and spear, returned to her home And slashed her traitor in his sleep. Tears of rage erupted, then was deafened My a mellow meows in the corner of the room. Here comes the Lady Vengeance Her heart thawed by four-legged beauties.
Hell-bent Waters
SHE’S A GODDESS WITH a vision. He’s a prince with a platinum future Both lather in secret dynamics The press adore them: Epitome of young love, Fame and success. But even when the cameras leave And the vanity is washed away By hell-bent waters... It’s their affection that keeps them afloat A lifeguard that can’t be seen.
Gorgeous Forests
THESE GORGEOUS FORESTS scream tranquillity The scent of roasted marshmallows and toast, With guitar serenades luring singers and dancers Of various skills These peaches in look sweet and juicy Piled high in bowls followed by bananas, Strawberries, apples, raspberries and cream I don’t know what’s in the pot But it makes me think of India They welcome me in the circle Help yourself to some food and drink As the sun went down The blankets came out I went in alone And left with love.
Mr Alphabet’s Pets
ALLIGATORS MUNCH ON broccoli behind the cabbage pack. Dark poisons in disguise; envy in their eyes. Frogs escape the fungus, greets the grapes, hops on herbs and ivy vines – jungle days are over! kiwi and kale for lizards sleeping on moss moulds nocturnal beings oozing with style Pepper the parrot’s quiff sways with grace.
She rocks her feet and shakes as if there’s a tango in the cage. Unripe bananas and viridian vegetables wolfed down by Xander the monkey. You can’t miss his face! Zachery Alphabet loves them all!
Raven's Day Out
ONE TIRED MIND: ACHING feet, banging headache. Just half a head dreaming about a steak, The other resting on the restaurant's brink. Little fingers curled around the red drink. One gulp: one glass down. I feel all awake Snap of the camera turned my wine pink The meat feast polished. The waiter brings cake Sprinkled with ice creams begins to sink. In this crazy tour I chose to partake... There was no such sweet time to even blink . Things could be missed with just a little wink, Imagery that we can never remake. The burlesque entertainment is opaque. The good and the bad start to interlink. No clue what just happened, in any case, Memories will be preserved in pen's ink!
First to The Bar
I'M THE FIRST TO THE bar and the last to go to bed. The pints unleash the devil in me and the angel within. After ordering a fried Mars bar and festive kebab I'm downing crates at home crying, “Kiss me! Kiss me!” In morning crawls my Celtic soul is back I won't be possessed again – I lied!
Malibu Milk
SHOTS OF MALIBU WITH milk are simply marvellous It's got to be coconut milk It's pretty fun to make You can also use whole milk I got drunk on it in Morocco I love that ice fresh milk
Nostalgic Holidays
I DON'T WANT TO GO I thought we were going Into a pool of darkness I couldn't swim back then My first day there I befriended a lion Wearing a football shirt And a clown in the tower I didn't want to leave Blackpool I didn't want to go I thought we were going Into a big bath together I had one last night My first day there I befriended swimmers In a Roman bath I didn't want to leave Bath
I don't want to go I thought we were going Into the mouth of a bear Everything scared me back then My first day there I befriended all the Residents in the aquarium And a couple of shells I didn't want to leave Bournemouth.
Dehumanized
SWINGING ZOMBIES WITH drowned livers. Burning heals and tired bladders. Pinching Bloody Mary, slurping spirits. Licking mouldy kebabs and frozen dusk flakes with hanging jaws and swirling tongues. Flesh eating flesh: even vegans are guilty. Gangs crawling around a dried out crate, Sucking whatever they can find Exchanging organs and emotions Brawls so bad, the monkeys next door looked posh. Not to worry no one was harmed they'll be back in class tomorrow Just be extremely numb “Bunch of twats,” thought the cat that clawed their backs. “How dare they eat my goods.
I'm calling the police!”
Mini Arcade Machine
THE MINI ARCADE MACHINE fits nicely in my hands I should ask the doctor if I can borrow his screwdriver So I can enjoy retro gaming across the lands I want to be the ultimate Pacman reviver It's small enough even for my cats to play with their furry paws If they could see maybe even bats They'll think I'm Santa Claus It's not everyday that the pint is bigger than the disco arcade machine And I'm not a fibber When I say I'm mean A mini arcade machine A big retro gamers dream
Cycle
THE CYCLE WILL START again Just how it always does Shattered in seconds Fixed up again Following dreams Fixed up again Shattered in seconds Just how it always does The cycle will start again
Dolphin
IT ROSE UNDER SEA Listen to its call Its like a flower Watch and be amazed
Some Good Advice
IF IT MAKES YOU SICK throw it out! No good leaving it to mould If it makes you sad throw it out! Your heart should not be cold. If it makes you tired throw it out! You're too young to feel old. If it makes you feel heavy throw it out! Let the magic unfold. If it makes you angry throw it out! Do as you're told.
This is my world now
FILLED WITH EXOTIC tranquillity the path of winter's revenge brought me no summer fruits or the touch of autumn's peace or the kiss of spring i have abandoned my hatred my troubles i am not your servant my life is not your life i live for myself i will do what i want when i want and how i want this is my world now
No One Ever Let Me Know
NO ONE EVER LET ME know About the silver snow Or the winter's glow It's magic that I'll never let go Of in village of bow
Escape Your Fate
THE ONLY WAY TO ESCAPE your fate is to triumph over sun, wind, rain and snow. One path to pure and everlasting bliss. Who knows which path is the right way to go? It's different for me. It's different for you. Our paths are not the same. Still, I am grateful that our paths have crossed. So make your choice. Which door will you open? One is the staircase to Heaven. The other is the pitfall to Hell. Solve the riddle And you will live.
Grateful
THINK OF A FRUIT WHEN I’m away And keep the sweet taste in mind The caffeine kicks in the morning The chamomile wind at night I won’t blow out the candles The flame represents life For that I am grateful
Good Morning God
GOOD MORNING, GOD Whether you’re real, fake Or just a figure of my imagination is it okay to talk to you? Christmas is coming Winter’s stamped her feet I just want to get through the day with fun and laughter. Good afternoon, God It’s me again They all think I’m strange: I don’t want the new iPhone or a sparkly gadget I don’t want what’s expected of me I just want everlasting friendship and quirky adventures Good evening, God
I bet you’re fed up with me I know you’re busy – I am too I hope I’m a good Christian Although my friends aren’t God speaks back Be patient! Be sweet! Stay strong! You’re on the right path You never annoy me You can call back anytime
Ciao With Marrowbone
CIAO WITH A MARROWBONE, Tapping with my red heels. Hey, Billy! Get the oven on: I'm cooking sirloin steak! Buenos Dias with paella, Sneaking with my bare feet. Hey, Billy! It's time to get up: You're half a teacake. Bonjour with Cuisse de Grenouille, Strolling in my leather boots. Hey, Billy! Pick up your wallet: We're going out tonight! Konnichiwa with yakitori, Dancing in my feline slippers.
Hey, Billy! Get your rod out: We're going fishing! Ni Hao with gelatine, Sprinting in my yellow trainers. Hey, Billy! Find the meat with the bones: I'm going to give it a good old rub!
Peace And Goodwill In The Universe
I COULDN'T STOP THINKING about The ignored sign in the town. It Reminds me of something that My old man once said to me. He was the first and only man, That I ever fell in love with. His bedtime stories brought spice In my black and white world. Before we say our goodnights, He would raise his left thumb, And make me repeat The same phrase every night. THE UNIVERSE IS MADE OF... The universe is made of... PEACE AND GOODWILL! Peace and goodwill! Peace And Goodwill In The Universe.
The words have been washed away: Replaced by celebrity hearsay The message has stayed in my heart. I’ve made his wisdom travel To my wife and kids The perfect message Still falls on deaf ears
The Alcoholic Alphabet
A IS FOR ALE. Very light and pale. It's an old man's tale. B is for beer. Of course, it's got to be here. Always good to have one near. C is for cider. The tongue becomes a rider. Makes the brain go wilder. D is for Damascan Punch. Goes well with your lunch. The ice cubes pack a crunch. E is for Egg nog. A favourite for the cheeky frog Who loves a Christmas snog. F is for Fluffy Critter. Never be a quitter:
It makes your mind glitter. G is for gin That I bought from Flynn. ing it down to my next-of-kin. H is for Heineken, Sold by the Chinamen, And bought by the riflemen. I is for ice. Ice is a spice. Ice makes all drinks nice. J is for Jack Daniels Travelling for miles Filling up the aisles K is for Kiwi Masquerade. The glasses are on parade For emergency hydration aid. L is for liquor. This wonderful ichor Belongs to the vicar. M is for Malibu For when you're feeling blue,
And want to feel anew. N is for Nutty Professor, Drinking with a hairdresser And the rainbow jester. O is for Orange Blossom. I've heard it's really awesome. I should try some. P is for Pina Colada Consumed in an armada On the coast of Granada Q is for Queen Of Mexico. The Queen's cocktail in Glasgow, And royalty in Moscow. R is for Raspberry Twist. What I hold with my fist Is the best flavour for anything kissed. S is for sake, You won't find in a cafe. Easily led astray. T is for Tequila, As graceful as a ballerina
Inspired by the river Gila. U is for Ultimate Indulgence. No point in divulgence. We want refulgence. V is for vodka. This drink deserves an Oscar. It really is a star. W is for wine! Don't be a swine! That drink is mine! X is for... well X Like the ones, you put in a text Hoping that you don't bump into your ex. Y is for, "You're barred!" That's the red card For eardrums scarred. Z is for Zombie I tried it in Dundee: Ended up in an Irish palm tree.
Vintage Swing
ORDER CHAMPAGNE SHOWERS also known as liquid courage besides the typewriter with more rhythm than teenage tunes and Gameboy colours Dance under a red chair and twirling umbrellas chill in the bathtub put your cocktails down by the tiger’s hips. So put on your lampshades and your Minnie mouse tights Don’t blend in when you are born to stand out!
Three Things
A LOTUS BLOOMS BY THE empty wineglass. The little candles flickers beside them. The beauty of the short-lived flame Isn’t so different to the Fate of the petals destined to rot. The glass has mood swings Either always full Or always empty It’s always all over the place Until one day it has enough And shatters all over the floor It doesn’t always end that way If you look after the three things The candle can last for days The flower can last for weeks The glass can last forever
Giant Leaves
GIANT LEAVES OBEY THE wind Following her waves unto The parallel grass A modern maiden Builds rainbow castles For the crawly community It doesn’t take long For the ants to move in Slugs lay their eggs below The sturdy bricks The worm wiggles through Seeking shelter from The hungry crows The landlord can’t kick him out He’s twenty times the size of him.
Happy Ending
THE NEWS REEKS OF DEATH Another solider sent home in a casket Peaceful protests wiped out my social media A war between two parties Both with blood on their hands A rising star Stripped of her shine And thrown into obscurity Society is going backwards And we’re being robbed From the very people We should be able to trust They warned us. They killed them. We won’t find happily ever after here Nor will be find it at the golden staircase Worshipping someone we don’t truly know
It’s something that can’t be found But when you obtain it: you’ll know Is it too hard to ask for a happy ending?
Pålegg
WHAT IS A PÅLEGG? In addition to being untranslatable, it’s not something you’ll find in your dictionary, so try Google instead. A love cupid for two slices of bread The magnet that holds carbohydrate slabs together. The edible ointment that brings bread to life Oral love guided by a silver knife. Just ask the baker’s wife. The cucumbers above your eye. The pressed tomatoes in your soup. A healthy spread of spreadable cheese, And bananas from under the trees. A lovely Norwegian noun that lives in your cupboards or stocked up in your fridge
You know lots of påleggs especially those eggs.
The Elderly Painter
AN ELDERLY PAINTER forgets his name But never forgets old secrets buried with a Dalmatian dog He’s lost the TV remote but he never loses the loneliness The retired counsellor and part-time scriptwriter has been like this since his Calamity Jane PERISHED.
Why it’s Grey
IT’S GREY BECAUSE IT’S sad. The green is dead. News from the dead, Wild swans perform A post-mortem on the ninja Between an opal sky and dead sky Bad girls play the dare game by a red wall. Cause of death: a boot to the head.
We Walked
FOLLOW ME SAYS THE music See why the whales come In the sleepover secret At charm school What shall we do? We walk What else can we do? We know the route Off by heart
The Flowers of Suicide Forest
THESE FLOWERS AND CANDLES have been planted here, for the spirits that roam above and below the Sea of Trees sunk deep within their own darkness and despair – their cries for help buried too deep for us to hear. I write this poem for the ones that have or are considering ending their own lives in and beyond Aokigahara. Your body may be rotten, Your soul may be broken, but you are still loved. You will always be in the thoughts of strangers and friends. That red flower that flourishes through the blood and debris against all odds curtsies to the sun – It rises for you. It’s not too late
To turn around! Hello there. You’ve come to save me. Thank you for your concern, But I’ve not come here to die. I’ve come to pay respects For the ones that ed And the ones on the edge of suicide
Diet Pills In The View Of An Atheist
I believe in diet pills as much as I believe in Jesus Christ and the man who walked on the moon
Love is all full
KNOCK OUT TO TIME...finished finally memories old years ten now is eater soul realises you when moment that update 21bg frigid hopefully will I and thanks Love is all full to listening am I soon you see and care cool translate google bloody
Mother Fluff Was A Diamond
MOTHER FLUFF WAS A diamond butterfly goddess lathering in peaches. The crystal meth princes down tequilas slams and hash cakes for breakfast. “Blow me,” they beg. “No,” says Mother Fluff as she breaks the wooden tables
They Rose
THEY ROSE like friends bitter gods and goddesses judge them. They want it all with a bed of roses it will take a lot of work for it to come true, but it is not impossible. They will win, because their hearts bodies and
souls are in it.
Lush Life
IT’S A LUSH LIFE WHEN we think about it. It might not seem it, but it is a bit. We’re fortunate to breathe this air, To swim these waters and touch These beloved plants Kindness brings more colour It’s funny how the ones that rule the world have no idea how the world works let’s make the most of everything before its spoilt forever
Blue smiles
Mocking There are no faces Insulting They have no hearts Attacking My defence is worthless Banging Always inside my head Tripping Tripping me over again and again Screaming I never get sleep Biting Holes everywhere Bleeding Please just make it stop Suffering
I don’t want to do this anymore
Back to Work
BACK TO WORK With these Tuesday thoughts People are backing Punish a Muslim day It’s not just today And it’s not just Muslims The ones that orchestrate This growing hate Will end up destroying The world
Pink Smiles
Engaged Every day should be like this Motivated I’m gonna give it my all Wholeheartedly I know I can win gold Creatively The ideas never stop Love full of soul
Goddamn Perverts
THEY’RE EVERYWHERE! They just don’t give up! Tell them to fuck off And they ask What’s your bra size? The red flags are these, They ask for your ASL They ask if you’re single And if you say yes They ask if you like them Annoying twats! No, I don’t like you We’ve only just met Only five seconds To form an opinion Sorry, I don’t like you You’re just another one of those goddamn perverts!
Your Game Is Lame
Your game is lame You can’t fight the night You’re as silly as willy You’re needy and greedy You spite with fright Your game is lame
What People Think Of Writers
Why people think that all writers Are loaded with lots of money? We can’t all be bestsellers, But we’re still pretty awesome. I often look at my bank balance And cry. ;-; And look at the prices of the things I want And places I want to go And cry some more. ;-;
A Standoff
A standoff between The sneezing dog And the musical cow The history of Britain lies in their hands
Red Bubbles
SHE’S A SICK AND TWISTED monster She slashes her victims without remorse And guess what everyone calls her? Cuddles! With the remains of her victims She does all sorts of stuff She calls herself an artist Grotesque indeed Just like Mrs Lovett She makes a good kidney pie And builds houses with bones Like Lego bricks And she does it all for free “Saves you a fortune on funerals!” She cries with glee She has a blood bank you see Uses all the blood of her victims
Mixes it with soap To form big red bubbles
Long Live the Paper Queen
THE MARCH OF THE PAPER queen involves citizens in green holding handwritten rhapsodies and a hymn full of lies The letter hides the downfall Layers of fear injected to all Apart from the cat ladies protecting the honey and the bees Love live the paper queen
Sundays
THERE’S A LOVE/HATE relationship with Sundays Sunday lay-ins are the best Until time zooms so fast You’re left with the dread Of going to work Monday morning Saturday night hangovers Get no sympathy from Sunday hangovers Everything is closed And whatever’s open Closes early But it’s a nice vibe Wheather you’re a churchgoer or not Sundays are still tranquil
Haikus
Modern slays ancient guidelines stripped with a new name Bionic Lotus A floating city Plenty of lush swimming pools A grand holiday Friends and foreigners hug trees and kiss the blue seas I just want to sleep You must bring sunshine Red light and land say it well Don’t forget yourself The moon is sinking A white path stretches Beyond a new dawn
Heart-Shaped Glasses
KITTY WEARS HEART-SHAPED glasses A vanilla shade of pink Takes her teal handbag and Hot pink shoes wherever she goes Love is her middle name Endlessly wanting to meet her Eternity we’ve been chatting for Now the time has come
Pets
IT STARTS WITH THE morning caffeine A liquid hug to get me through The daily jog and invisible thugs The furry relatives that lick your face, chew your stuff and sit on you Gives you their love. My pet is cuter than your pets.
Friday Fries
Everyone likes fish and chips on a Friday wrapped in newspaper and grease covered fake news that nobody cares about. We just want to eat our chips in peace. It’s what keeps us going in this post brexit world
ran by the tory scum. They eat their fish and chips in golden paper as they fine the homeless money they will never be able to have. I hope the fish bite back and give them the shits
How I Can Be A Better Person
MAYBE I SHOULD LOSE some weight; Thin has and will always be in. Maybe I should give up smoking; I’m choking with so much sin. Maybe I should sign up to the gym; I could turn into a muscle machine. Maybe I should go on holiday; Nobody will believe where I’ve just been. Maybe I should make some friends; I could find my brand new twin.
An Open Book
IT’S NOT A MESS WHEN it’s an open book It’s the exhibition of my imagination Flying through a thousand centuries The characters I’ve known loved and lost Outnumber the grains of Sahara If it was not for the heroes and heroines Of my short-lived innocence, Then I would not be the person I am today Even if I was able to read and memorize Every page in all these books It would never be enough For I know that every day Something dies Something is born Reborn Or created The knowledge I have now
Will never be enough There is more upon the horizon Beautiful forms of words and art That is waiting to be discovered
Jungle Influencers
THE TURTLE CLIMBS THE tree Pretending it’s a floating butterfly Scrolling up each branch she can see Fluorescent wings whizzing by In the jungle she has the time To think her life is an utter bore If she only had at least a dime She could grow wings and soar
BENEATH A SHRINKING apple Was one trying to sing About her fate in a pupa chapel The turtle stayed to swing I will be gone tomorrow The butterfly says as with a smile There is no need to feel any sorrow As I know my life was worthwhile
THERE WAS NO TIME TO attempt To be something she was not Being loved as herself is a rare moment Following a fluttering paw by a yacht The turtle’s confidence recovers Where flowing water is surplus It is here where she discovers The turtle has her own purpose
Did you love Lockdown Poetry? Then you should read Drinking Poetry by Chloe Gilholy!
Tea or coffee, whichever drink you prefer it fuels the soul. A collection of poems celebrating the delights, tastes and benefits of tea, coffee and alcohol.
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About the Author
Chloe Gilholy is a healthcare worker from Oxfordshire. She published her first poem when she was eight and she hasn't stopped since.
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