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Teenage Dream (4RW)

We were apples in fields of Perry,

Our exercise books were the gallery and shade where we ripened.

Your gallant smile garnished my appetite as my heart galloped.

At a chance glance you stirred the meat and the juices, I couldn’t decide between hunger and thirst.

I would have licked your lips for starters, chewed on your garter.

Every note was a recipe and I wanted you to cook my parsnip

Yet I was just fishing and you were already parsley.

Like onion and garlic English and Geography brought us together

 

Fondling the fringe of our fantasies in front of our future was a natural hazard.

Playing with the shape of you was the intention but, maybe I killed us thinking out loud.

Forethought and hindsight were toll roads asking us if we had enough change.

How deep were our pockets? Was I ready for yours in mine?

What’s a perfect 10 when you’re in year 9?

We never….so I guess I’ll never…..never mind

It was real at the time.

 

Maybe you were the first brick in a very long road

Maybe we would have found the lost city of gold

Now you’re living on the other side of a rainbow.

My flag is nowhere to be seen.

You’re the pear in a Perry field because I didn’t have the bottle.

I’m not a whine seller, simply a painter of paths.

Our moments on Fleet Street… thanks.

 

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Dovedale (52/39)

Amidst the clapping trees and booming hills
She stood

Frozen like taxes until her interest rate rose
Trying to catch the note of the strumming stream

As the whispering wind started rumours
She believed
She’d fall
Pregnant with fear
Her comfort zone was born

Bairns skipping over stepping stones
Each step changing tones
By this river I have known
She stood

Humming the note of the strumming stream
Thawing out thoughts of why

This filly affiliated with feeling afraid
Her feelings were frayed yet
She walked over water like cobbled stones were her disciples

Stepping out like her faith says
Converting the unbeliever inside her
Drowned in joy, I was

We sang the song of stepping stones in harmony
For admist the clapping trees, above the roaring hills
She soared

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Battle of the badger (52/5)

 

honey badger

From Africa to Afghanistan,
Nepal to the Caspian
King without a crown
You wont get close enough to fashion it
I am… the honey badger
Sugar Ray when I jab you
Matter of fact, to you, I’m more like Muhammad
I make lions tumble when I fumble
Turn a paw fight into a royal rumble
Cheetahs play fair and hyenas start to grumble
Do you like those apples?
I prefer cobra crumble.
Take crowns for fun, I’m the true king of the jungle
See my bite ignites night night
Predators are left penniless when I fight
Ask yourself am I worth it if a left claw’s going to read out your last rites
I’m the only species of the genus Mellivora
I’m like a scorned woman with a hot head, qualified as a divorce lawyer.
I can take anything while I take out everything
My thick skin should be applauded, rewarded.
Who else on sight forces a mission aborted?
I’ll extract confessions heck, I’ll win the war if…you feed me
Keep me sweet and it’ll all be easy
Violence is a way of life, there’s only peace when I’m eating
Did they tell you I’m less of a badger, more of a weasel?
I’ll paint a town red with you if you try to Green street me
Territorial army, although that doesn’t matter ..friends?
I have none
I have love, I have me
Yes I’m always hungry
I’m always hunting
Outdoor king, I can climb trees and swim,
Michael Phelps of the jungle
I’m the baddest mammal alive and I ain’t fronting!
Though sometmes we just crash, into each other, just so we can feel….something
One cub, from one love
The one isn’t all I need but.. it would be nice
For now.. I’ll bob and weave, take life knowing I’ll never grieve
Never take sweetness for weakness
I was born blind but after life…you’ll see

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Bitch Please

Excuse me miss thing I don’t mean to burst your ego

But just because you’re fat don’t think you appeal to negro

That’s not how we roll, we’re not all chubby chasers

We don’t all love to see rolls, don’t love size zeros, forget the haters

Some put out easy and yes they truly be hoes

Just because your sperm donor left you – it’s a not a debt that we’ll hold

You think your culture rejects you for your size you need to be bolder

Stop fronting like your miss independent when you’re just a toad with a chip on your shoulder

Until you love yourself, you’ll be special to no one

Want to be swept off your feet but you don’t need no man,

Get all depressed, start wearing fake sun tan

Show off your chest because you think it’s the best

The hit and a quit brigade will be ready to invest

When it’s the mentally dressed who you really want to arrest

Acting like a bitch will only switch their interest away

If you don’t respect their intellect because you feel a way

Your defensiveness will be offensive and when you’re old and grey

You’ll be repenting lamenting those oh so many dates but it’ll be too late

For the mirror never lies but first you must uncover it

Acting all blind just because the truth is too troubling

Words that are wise to the stubborn are bubbling

Remember the pain of your past but don’t let it govern you

For it wont be a personality clash that stops someone loving you

It’ll be the mask that shows an unconfident lack of love in you for you

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No More Decaf

It’s high time this coffee was re-caffeinated

Avoiding assassination by cool hand in the house of cards

See though the tide maybe raging but I blend into brown and what’s going down is that I am on the up

I am the proverbial cup being washed and cleaned, slow unrelenting, repenting, venting spleens, allowing screams to pierce the sky

I had tears wash my eyes so that I can breathe, grant myself reprieve

Many read and believe that I have the candy to be plucked with ease,

They be reading me like tea leaves, thieves picking the target, marketers picking their market, thinking it would be a lark if, we played his heart strings like harp strings yet when I am tune they are unable to sing

True salt never loses its zing, it only finds new containers and my refrain was always its all good

If you would rather read my status on Facebook than looking me in the eye and see how my face looks, find yourself demoted from the friend to flaky mate book as you play the game of Face B rather than face to face with me facing down my past present future,

Heart, Focus and Execution will enable me to suture my future with minimal furore

I keep telling me I am a smart bomb, when I lock on you’d better drink fast with  aplomb, lick your lips for a job well done but just remember my impact

I might be smooth and intoxicating like rum but I don’t drink that, think that

Just think fast and take literate snapshots as if I were paparazzi of literature

Inhaling reality like its eucalyptus, nothing is surreptitious

It’s just my heart stomps grinding rhythms as my feet find their positions

I’m just guarding my vision with an active petition and I can’t waiver

See I had be low just for me to know that I must re-caffeinate this coffee because ladies and gentlemen

I got flavour

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