Currently unemployed

posted  fb 21/01/14

#351 Unemployed

Unemployed

I am unemployed

it means

I have no use

that can be deployed

I am waiting

until I can be incorporated

meanwhile

I sit here

taking the abuse

they look at me

as if I am to blame

like this is my plan

to sit on my laurels

while collecting a few grand

I want to work

honest I do

but the figures don't add up

work 5 days

rest for two

doing jobs

that no one wants to do

I will just wait here

till I can be employed

something rewarding and fulfilling

that will fill me  full of joy

Has this ever happened to you?

posted fb 19/01/14

#345 In the morning

I woke in the morning

well I think I was awake

I opened my eyes

I didn’t recognise this face

what had happened

how did I get here

there was a party some laughter

too many bottles of beer

did I really get it on with a stranger

throwing away all those years

now know one has to know

that way no one gets hurt

I will slip from under these covers

if only I could find my shirt

The New cross Fire. 32 years on

I remember the fire as if it was yesterday.  Racial tension in the area? I have cause to spent a lot of time in that area.  I have to say no.  Everyone is struggling on the same level, there is racial harmony amongst the poor.  I don't know what it was like all those years ago, but whenever I visit I am marvelled at the races linking arms.  Women walking side by side black and white.  There is the mutual respect that I haven't seen anywhere else.  In Brixton there is the unspoken segregation, I speak of Brixton say 20 years ago. ( I got know idea what goes on there now) In Brixton when you see the racist mixing it is often some wanna be Black guy.  He has a great record collection, his has mastered the swagger and he can talk patois like any 'just come from yard Jamaican' New  Cross and Deptford no they have found peace.

posted fb 19/01/14

#346 I remember

I remember it, like it was yesterday

I remember the cries

‘No justice no peace!’

we marched for those lost lives

now so many years on

this empty spot in my heart

has not been filled

with the answers

as to why

was it the music too loud?

or was it a feud?

there is someone out there

who knows the sickening truth

does it haunt them?

both day and night

or have they drugged themselves up

to keep the memories out

do they wake from their sleep

with a  deafening shout

have I walked past them in the street?

maybe they are begging as we speak

until they confess

this will be their eternal grief

You never know what you are going to miss

posted fb 17/01/14

#343 I miss you

I miss you,

I never thought I would

I longed for this day

now it is here

I miss you

I never thought I would

the presence that is you

your voice

your opinion

which I never welcomed

now I miss

I miss you

I miss all of you and more

That's how I lost it

it was funny, how this started, looking at different types of poetry, maybe I am tiered about being angry or perceived as being angry or over analysing everything.  so I started looking at poems of love ok not love but erotica, well there is a lot out there not as easy to write as you think.  Anyhow this is one of four poems the other 3 may never see the light of day.  what happened to my print and be damned mantra?


posted fb 15/01/14

#342 Newly Conquered

In the gallows was where we first met

I a buxom wench

You the captain of a mighty great ship

With men at every oar

They rowed on relentlessly

Back and forward, again and again

Repeatedly despite the anguish

Continuously venturing to the depths of the ferocious sea

Stopping only to get their bearings

Then continuing on

There were screams and moans

Much confusion

In this someone gave the order

To release the canons

The blast reverberated on and on

Touched every part of this great land

Newly conquered

{the 2nd line read buxom wrench, tee hee) thank heavens for proof reading

hurtful words

Some people just have a way of saying mean things, I don't know if it is intentional maybe I am too sensitive.  Either way it hurts

posted fb 15/01/14

# 341 Hurting (297)

It is like bile

I save it and download to this file

It hurts it pains

The names you call me

Causes me shame

I don't want to recall

What you say

I close my eyes

I pretend it is a game

There is no winner

There is no blame

As I continue on

Without complaint

You are not aware

Of this pain

As you are hurting the same

is that really beautiful?

posted fb in 08/10/13

#340 Thin

She walked past me

I felt nothing

there was no presence no breeze

she wasn’t slim she was thin

I could see the knocking of her knees

how dare they put this forward

as the prefered one

me with my hips my thigh my bum

how could I compete

how dare they persecute

the youth

with this untruth

of what beauty is

starving and buleaming

how I dread this feeling

of always feeling hungry

yet not being able to eat

enjoy those sticky sweet treats

told I am never right

I never will do

makes me the fool

to believe all these untruths

of the beauty defined for the youth