Poem – Spilt Milk

WE that have done and thought,
That have thought and done,
Must ramble, and thin out
Like milk spilt on a stone.

Poem – Colours

When your face came rising
above my crumpled life,
the only thing I understood at first
was how meager were all my possessions.
But your face cast a peculiar glow
on forests, seas, and rivers,
initiating into the colors of the world
uninitiated me.
I’m so afraid, I’m so afraid,
the unexpected dawn might end,
ending the discoveries, tears, and raptures,
but I refuse to fight this fear.
This fear-I understand-
is love itself. I cherish this fear,
not knowing how to cherish,
I, careless guardian of my love.
This fear has ringed me tightly.
These moments are so brief, I know,
and, for me, the colors will disappear
when once your face has set…

Poem – Charity Shop Shopping Bug 

I love a bargain
I joke with friends by saying, 

Guess how much this cost, 

They know me all too well, 

A charitable donation up sell.
A designer handbag a fiver, 

Little black dress with a label, 

Harder to find a nice jacket, 

In a size that will just fit.
Don’t get me started on shoes, 

I’ve had a box full of pairs, 

Sandles, boots and a little heal, 

For any occasion they do appeal.
Some things I have just bought, 

For the sake at a good price, 

And simply are an impulse buy, 

Waste of money as I sigh.
One time bought a duffle coat, 

About two sizes too big and, 

Which was a bright jade green, 

Had to be there to be seen.
As I walked into work wearing, 

The said offensive baggy duffle, 

Full belly laughs looking at me, 

With embarrassment I could see.
I’ve bought shoes too small, 

Squashing my feet into them, 

They’ll stretch bargain 3 pounds, 

I know how ridiculous it sounds.
I used to think it was only, 

Old people and down and outs, 

Who frequented shops of charity, 

And that they smelt of wee.
Now I have what they call, 

The charity shop shopping bug, 

Without fail I’m there every Saturday, 

You just cannot keep me away.
It’s the smell of things old, 

Worn, used and even older, 

Jostling for position out the way, 

This bargain is mine I say.
It’s the thrill of the chase, 

To get something so cheap, 

Rummaging through the charity bin, 

Ooh I love, I do love a bargain. 

Poem – You Say Potato I Say Potarto

You say sweet I say brilliant
I say brilliant, 

When I think its great, 

You say sweet, 

Just a different way we relate.
What a wonderful person, 

My best friend is, 

You think your mate is cool, 

She really is the biz.
Looking amazing in that dress, 

I say to my friend, 

Looking awesome you say, 

That dress is bang on trend.
The results are fantastic, 

She got straight A’s, 

What an epic result your, 

Response to A level grades.
I’m having a fab time, 

That’s what I would say, 

Today has been sick, 

How you’ve enjoyed your day.
What a great concert, 

Watching Beyonce on the tv, 

You think she is class, 

And her dancing is crazy.
From mothers to daughters, 

To fathers and sons, 

Not just a generation apart are we, 

Also speak a different vocabulary. 

Poem – Bad Teacher

As a kid was never the trimmest, 
You could call it puppy fat, 

As I was plump all over, 

Never did anything to change that.
Whilst at middle school I, 

Participated in all sporting activities, 

And was in the sports teams, 

After running was brought to my knees.
All she should have asked was, 

For me to try my best, 

I really did hate cross country, 

As I always came in last.
I really disliked my PE teacher, 

And she wasn’t keen on me, 

After what she said that day, 

Even now think how could she.
Was running down the cinder path, 

As my teacher called to me, 

Nearly last trying my best, 

She did shout come on FATTY! 
After that horrible word she said, 

I came 5th the following week, 

She just looked with surprise, 

Week after went back to 25th.