Where Poetry Belongs

This Poem was posted on 14th February yes also known as Valentines day.  This is where poems belong, or maybe the time of year where us as adults encounter poems/ rhymes from the over priced valentines card with a corny limerick or a more in-depth mammoth of a poem declaring nothing but true love .  So on this date I posted not 1 not 2 yes 3 poems, they all were received well.

This one I like the most it's something most Women would like to have happen on a more regular basis






#12 Hold My Hand

He held my hand to cross the road

He holds my hand when we enter a club

This means so much to me as this is the sign of love

Never just as we walk down the road or we are shopping at Tesco's

He buys me flowers at valentines chocolates, card and a rose

But how I wish he would hold my hand then the world will know

I am his woman and how I love him so.

A Cold Spell

The temperature suddenly plummeted after Christmas, we had gone shopping as a family, we were ill prepared.  Myself and my youngest daughter composed a poem about how cold we felt, as we sat on top of a bus.  Dad meanwhile was not showing no real interest in our bus entertainment,  till he chirped in with the line about huddling at bus stops like penguins very impressive if you've seen happy feet as many times as we had seen happy feet then it all make sense.  The Male penguins were left to look after the eggs as the mothers went off to get food .  They are waiting for the world to turn.....

#3 One day I woke up

One day I woke up and I was blue
Not a melancholy scenario just an icy cold
We would huddle at bus stops like penguins
Waiting for the world to turn
We would discuss the cold at length
We all agreed we had enough
And like an X this cold had to go
The following day it would seem
The cold was more sensitive then we knew
Through the night it had snowed
Now we were no longer blue
Everything like a blanket was now white

Time Wasters

Posted my Online Gaming poem,  strangely enough very good response, within Five mins of posting I had two of my cousins, confessing to their addictions.  If it’s anything like the 10 steps Alcoholic Recovery Programme, the first step to recovery is to admit you have a problem.


Repeat after me “Hello My name is................. I am an Online Game addict, I understand Acknowledging this is my first step to recovery, please support me on my journey”.  

Well the response from these two is fine,  my main offender has remained silent, she’s always so encouraging about my poetry.  I can only assume I have offended her ,,,,,,,

For that i should say sorry.....


Tough Love!!!



#38 Gaming Online
Why oh why are we spending our time playing all these games online?
Seriously? Really? I haven't got the time.
To be logged on playing games with my time
I don't want to collect jewels coz I aint no fewel
I will not get involved in your farming drama
Now the latest seems to be Candy Crush
That one I have no idea what it is about
I can only assume your brain has been turned to lush
Where either it generates or you are announcing your various levels of let's call it "Success"
Really no pot to clean? no bed to mek?
If I get one more invite to play some online game at night
All I can say is
Please save your electricity and turn out de light
Please do not inflict me with your online addiction.
That way we can avoid any future online friction

Post Traumatic Slave Syndrome Maybe?

I could sit here and enter into a huge debate with myself as to why certain people not all people, when I say people I mean Black Men when I come across them in the workplace, they either try hitting on me, to which most people are thatz nice and some sort of general consensus that I should be happy that I am considered worth hitting on.  Now work is work its  a place you go to earn money to allow you to do the things you choose to do with your spare time.  I do not and have not viewed work as a place where one goes to determine how Attractive/ Layable (my spell check objects to this work) I say butt out, I am trying to make a point, I will not let the fact I am relying on words that are not recognised or may not exist stop me !
Well before I was rudely interrupted

I don’t find it flattering I just find it awkward and insulting.  do I or am I expected to be attracted to you because you may be one of the only Black Men I may come across for the day? I may not have types but Obnoxious, conceited insecure fools isn’t one of them.  Either way it has to stop, the constant put downs.  Now I know it is to do with personal insecurities, we can even take it back as far back as slavery, where I guess to show loyalty to another slave particularly to a woman could cause that woman to be taken away out of spite or abused to test your manhood.  or whatever.  I wasn't there so all I can do is speculate.

Am I going to change my persona? Am I going to not speak when you are around? No! Not Bloody Likely I will continue to be me, it’s a lot easier,

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My Brother





Whenever I meet my brother at work




He always feels he has to assert himself around me


Why oh why?


You need to keep those unresolved issues at home


I don't need your approval


I don't need your permission To speak or breathe


Since Massa say we free we can all read now


You don't have to put me down


Coz I already get enough of that


My opinion is valid


Although you may not agree


Let me be let me be


I know it is hard for you in the work place


I know only a select few can keep up with the pace


So when you see me either give me a wide birth


Or treat me like a queen.


Under my reign I will bring you up too


But if you undermine and shoot me down


How can I protect you in this town


I am having it hard too


So don't step on my head


just let me through


Together My Brother who knows what we can do!



I had problems pasting the flyer, (was trying to get the link to open on a click of the Auction flyer above.

I have come out with another angle on the rude and dismissive Brothers I seem to be encountering. Post Traumatic Slave Syndrome - Theory and Book Dr Joy DegruyThis is where people of African Descent who have been slaved, show various signs of trauma which reveals it self in many ways , One way it revealed itself was among mothers who specifically in public when they would chastise their children. The theory is that Mothers during slavery would chastise, criticise their children (I am guessing the boys more than the girls ) (This is My addition to the theory) The reason behind this, is that if the praised their children or spoke good things about them then Massa would single them out, for either (extra duties, not sure what extra duties would entail to people who have no rights and work every day without pay ) or more worryingly sold off. On this premise whenever Black Men encounter Black Women in the workplace they are criticising them to ensure ‘Massa’ won’t sell his wife

It's There for a Reason

Friday end of the week, if I never worked for London Underground, where there is no distinguishing between weekdays and weekends. You get given a shift and you are not sure what day it falls on, you are happy to get a shift straight Monday to Friday.  this weekend we have Mothering Sunday which I am looking forward to, a made up day to acknowledge a woman's sacrifices, she has made throughout her life since having children.  I normally like the simple things of Breakfast in Bed. Made up or not I think it should be celebrated, yes we know every day Mothers should be celebrated but some people need a prompted as a day so be it.

My job is a Safety Critical role, I give safety briefings then ensure everyone stays safe.  I have done this job for over five years,  I enjoy it and I take the role very seriously.  Cut a long story short I am very safety concious, I see safety issues, breaches all over the place.

The worst is generally when I am on my way, it prompted me to write this poem

#35 Stand Behind the Yellow Line

‘Please stand behind the yellow line!’

How many times have you heard that said

Yet every morning when I go to work

Someone wants to stress me

Sometimes they are on,

Sometimes they are over

Either way all too near to the edge

Wasn't the message clear?

Maybe it should be repeated a couple of times

It’s difficult to tell what is going on in their mind’s

They may be going through their personal hell

This is where they've come to end it all

Who am I  to interfere?

When they have decided for life they don’t care

Here is where they have decided to end their days

I don’t know if to look or look away

Am I that brave?

To be permanently haunted

By what this person has decided to subject me to

I want to reach out a hand and say

However bad things are

Tomorrow will bring a brighter day

Who are you to decide to end your life?

It isn't yours to make that choice

You are here for a purpose

Otherwise life would not have been breathed into you

I am not an all seeing God

But you know what I am saying is true

I look at the board

There isn't much time

He throws his head back in some sort of prayer

Oh you think its that easy to get out of here

You will never appease your maker

We are meant to be givers of life

It’s not our role to be takers

Whoosh!

The train arrives

I close my eyes tight.........

Oh! just an overzealous commuter

Who needs to get to work on time

Oh, that’s ok

That’s fine

With that we were on our way

‘Stand away from the yellow line!:’

The voice announces  just one more time.

No Service at the Checkout till

I am actually finding it difficult to decide which poem to upload onto fb each day.  I am producing on average 2 ½ poems a day.  I have always known that I am opinionated but this is really coming out in my poem.  I have written a poem about online games, which I believe are addictive.  There was a sad news article of a woman who had recently been widowed and fell into a depression whereby all she would do is play a particular game strategy comeback games.  The situation was so bad they had to remove her children as she was neglecting them and it turned out that she would remain on the computer for over 24 hours in  a sitting.  I cant get my head around this.  I simply love my sleep, if I am forced to stay up I will simply fall asleep.  I have slept through Mulan (Which incidentally I have seen three and a half times at the cinema).  I have also slept through American Gangster, I am not proud I just love my sleep.  don't let any cartoon or the Great Denzel stand between me and my sleep.

Back to these games I remember working a 12 hour shift with a colleague of mine who announced at about 8 hours into the shift he was anxious to return home as he had some tomatoes he needed to water.  It was the middle of winter and he didn't strike me as an allotment owner .  

He went on to explain it was an online farming game, whereby you form a community and each person gets an opportunity to water each others plants then you get awarded with different types of vegetables and fruits.  By this time my eyes are completely glazed in disbelief, I thought he is having me on.  Well he wasn't, I was just thinking looney and I could sleep right about now.

Well I have noticed that on Facebook there are so many people inviting you to play a game of some sort, or are letting you know their best score I want to scream get a life.  

Candy Crush saga you are getting an array of people who are playing this game, announcing their scores then inviting me to play.  I am like why??

Granted I haven't visited these game sites and to date have never played any online game, maybe I am scared of becoming addicted,  if I do visit any of these sites  you will be  the first to know.

I am a LoveJunkie after all.

The poem I posted today was

#34 No Service Checkout

She looked at it with despise

I came over to pack my bags

That thing is like a demon

We agreed

It's not polite, it's not patient

In fact it's rather rude

When you come to buy your food

That's all you are expected to do

No how is it going? No how de do?

The voice is always scolding you

About some crime you have committed

You freeze can't think straight

Then when you have finished collected your; change ,bags and receipt

It dispenses with you so quickly

You have to admit defeat.

That item you forgot, there's no running out of line

You have to complete your transaction

no doubt you would be fined for committing some illegal interaction.

This was after a recent experience at the local Tesco's just after I had finished using the self service till, I rushed over to the bench to pack my bags, or I should say repack my bags, as myself and another shopper agreed we always felt quite rush by the persistent voice hurrying you along, reminding you to put things in bags, or my favourite one 'unexpected item in bagging area' . No not that unexpected it is only a bag, granted not one of theirs bur yours it takes forever for it to handle the fact you have brought your own bag!  Which they encourage you to do, when you do it has a hissy fit

Chocoholics don't exist

I guess this blog is not going to write it self, so I have to get on with it.

The easiest thing for me to do here is to share my poem I wrote and posted on fb today, that is what my ‘Poem a  day is about’

#33 Lent

I have sworn myself off chocolate

It had to be done

My day was punctuated with this sugary fun

I can say I feel better

Although I feel I am betraying

My chocolate mate

It has seen me through many situations

Its listened to me late at night

Its been able to comfort me with just one bite

I have turned my back on chocolate

The guilt cuts deep

The only time I can indulge in chocolate

Is when I am fast asleep

I think its only right at this stage I should declare my sources of help, although the work is all my own, the title was suggested by my youngest daughter as, the reason I even considered giving up chocolate was because my eldest daughter announced she was giving up chocolate for Lent, it seemed like a good idea at the time.  I have now got use to not having chocolate, I don’t think about it or crave it any more.  Although I have the additional recently acquired knowledge that chocolate is not actually addictive.  Although I know in the past I have craved it, maybe it was sugar I was craving which as we know is addictive and is everywhere.  Like horse DNA apparently,

Well back to chocolate which isn't addictive they carried out scientific experiments where probes was attached to the subjects head and she was fed chocolate through a straw hmmm heavenly and then she was shown pictures of chocolates and the same parts in her brain lit up,  so there you go chocolate not addictive.

I think I’ll just go downstairs and stare at some chocolate …..................




please click on link. .....

http://www.telegraph.co.uk/foodanddrink/foodanddrinknews/9701412/Non-melting-chocolate-invented-by-Cadburys.html