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PoArtry – The Enforcer

Artwork by Derek Baker.
Poem based on the Image

I twist caps just to hit rats

Takes balls to have a racket, I prefer brick bats

More flaps than Barbour jackets when I’m packing

All gravy when I’m chip stacking

Poker face play the big blind

Take the biscuit and leave the cracker lacking

No slacking, I stick and move, more weight than body shamed youth

Move muted as abusive twitter mentions

Only need planning permission when the scope is extended

Pay up, it’s the best way to end this

Otherwise, it’s red dot on all offenders

I’m a debt collector not a death clock

Ain’t a portrait with my head shot!

Bow!!!

If you heard that, nurse that or it’ll be a bittersweet symphony, where’s your verve at?

I exorcise where you work at.

My nines take lives I wish they were cats

You don’t want those problems

I blew veins for the cheese like I had a dare me intolerance

This ain’t the kind of mud you want to wallow in

What’s the point of debt if the last you have left is the time and air you’re borrowing?

This is the kind of wisdom that would have Solomon swallowing

Pay day is May Day and my steel will steal away with no alarm no caution

Green light on a red head that doesn’t heed a warning.

Bring the heat to your world like I was global warming.

Take your girl and your son cos I’m a knight that doesn’t need her morning.

If you never rolled the dice I wouldn’t have arrived to leave your soul on ice.

Say goodnight and hello to Bruce Forsyth

It was nice to see you, nice.

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PoArtry – Miss Polly

“Miss Polly” by Derek Baker, an interpretation of the original poem

Caterwauling choirs, cranberry with canned fizz bull doze sleeping giants across causeways

Emerald eyes rupture roots standing italic, shaking spears at any globe in orbit.

Teacups and tiaras take the biscuit when the silver spoon isn’t full of sugar.

Dunkers hold court but it’s a masquerade ball.

Play by rules you’ve retweeted.

We fall for the measurements kissing the ground hoping they’re others sizes.

A pound of flesh isn’t that expensive.

Have a heart! That’ll do

Won’t you chuckle, brothers?

We sigh into cyclones pedalling clouds to pander.

Ganja seems more sacred than the Ganges but its peace, love and respect right?

Let’s all hold hands please

But don’t touch me

Alright, if you must

Just don’t thrust into the dovetail.

We try to make the “would” work when what’s supposed to isn’t the bigger prism.

Expect folk to harmonise with our music even when the track is hidden.

Ask them to rock our world and never throw stones

Ask for granite provolone in chromosomes forgetting a skeletons just a mobile home full of flaws and cracked windows.

Playing scratched records hoping our set has some floor filling singles.

But what has the bigger ring to it?

Be who you are even if we disagree? OR tick every box until nobody breathes?

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wishin on a star

We wish up on falling stars until we realise they are mere mortals

Using stars as portals for us transport all sense of reality aboard that good ship vanity

Losing a sense of reality we wish up on stars,

Rocks that lost faith and face and their only charity is to give up the ghost, lose the spirit

We mourn the most for the loss of fame than  neighbours on the same lane even if they helped us through our hurricane times

I’ve wished up on a star but only the one that night and day shines

I’ve wished up on a star because I want my next 24 to be better than the the 24 I left behind

I want my 24 to be even better in 7 days time

Yet the bliss of wishing should not erase your faith lines

See wishing up on a star is like sniffing coke instead of creating our own sugar

We know that we shouldn’t

Get the high without working for the sweetness

With all their flaws and release we pledge allegiance to our favoured falling star

Damning the very sky where we reside

Some folk desire the dark to hide yet they wish up on a falling light to escape themselves

Falling lights will never make heaven from self-made hells

Whilst inward we dwell with only our single soul in sight

Make your bark heard but be hard with your bite

Love your sky and use faith to stay high though many trials may bite

I’m wishing up on you  to be a star for I wanna see a star remain bright

If you fall I hope your caught and put back just right

Wherever you are, there’s someone for whom you keep the sky light

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Underwater Love

After the sun there’s rain, after the joy’s there’s pain

We drink the coffee of reality, highs to gain

Don’t try to rewind be impressed to play

The rhythm of life will make you dance all day

Don’t be shy I say, take a dive in to fresh air

This underwater love is my agua de beber

With my time I paid, kept my mind on the lecture

Freed my soul from conjecture and stood as the deck chair

Holding court with my senses, your essence is set here

Your Words coursing through my veins, entered at my left ear

Released my net fear I profit from your pollination

For underwater love immersed my imagination

in you

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Angel

I was randomly sent the song “Angel” by Sarah Mclachlan and told to listen to it – its not my style of music by any stretch but it meant a lot to the person who sent it. Some how it reached into my soul and made me write and so I share its impact with you.

Sometimes I wish I was covered in angel dust
Not the kind that people snort and snuff
The sort that speeds the clock when times get rough
The sort that turns up when I’m needing love
needing a second hand to hold mine when my head spins like time
I can’t see how I’m ticking cos my eyes are full of lines
Folk say I’ve too many stars in my eyes to have a meteoric rise
I’ve given them food for thought but who ate all the pies
Not me
See I’ve brought flavour to a table of struggling ingredients
Cooked it up in a pot of theirs and my experience
The heat sends them delirious they leave feeling fearless
Peerless
Untouchable like a woman on her period
And I’m left peering out, thought I was nearing out
but instead I’m kneeling down praying for heaven to hear me out
Like English weather in November things are dreary now
Burning bad bridges to embers and clearing out
Only seems to make things eerie now
When dark tunnels had direction I could feel them out
Drowning sorrows wont work I can’t beer me out
They will drown me in depths of self mistrust
So sometimes I wish up on angel dust
Not the type that people snort and snuff
I know that when I’m down I’ll need some love
So God sent an Angel

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