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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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The End

I’m in love with….I could never finish the sentence
My regrets roused rancorous desires for regression
I was colour blind as the red flags flapped,
I felt so fly, the fact that I didn’t, feels impressive.
My ego was bedded by this boo as the crowd roared us on.
Economical with the truth about either of us being The One
We phoned in that blue light to the brain as though we were seeing
the sun.
The great depression was 3 rings away from speaking up.
Green was never my shade, yet blue was our colour.
We called a spade a spade while digging crates and graves for each other
To tolerate through desperation seemed a better vow than to love each other.
Desecrating the legacies of Father, Father and Mother.
Who we fancied remained a secret that not even mirrors could fathom.
If we get on, let’s see where it goes was the best chestnut, adage
We thought we had our onions in order so we ignored the sage.
This was a fools buffet, eat now and pay later
Needed more time to date but….
We were less diligent than a fan of James Yancey
Pilot of Aaliyah’s plane on an incredible flight of fancy
If you do best at a certain altitude, why lower the standards?
If our mutual anchor had matched us, the candle position was shifting.
If walking through hell was our job, we seemed fire resistant.
We did what was expected and found some return on the investment.
Blurring the burning yearning for affection with friendship.
The words house and mate were, for the most part, unconnected.
 The moment we took the breath away, I became we, with love in a sentence.
Now if this is a confession to someone who cannot give penance.
What are we to do with the fragments of our reflections?
We end.

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Midnight in a Perfect World

6am

She rolls over to kiss his forehead
Gentle pecks and sleight of hand to his promised land
His head is awake before his eyes
She is a canvas for her demand of his canonical glaze
In tune with his organ
The thump, thump bass of his heart is in sync
Yet he washes her with a leather embrace
Tipping her chin to perfect their symmetry
Probing each of her breaths with a waltzing touch to her thighs
A kiss like hot towel on a plane prises his eyes
And that….was the first time they’d met

9am

It had been baking moments ago yet he had not smelt the rain
Flashing eyes to this terrain felt like indecent exposure
Engines like rattle snakes slithered from town to town all around
Life forms from which he was like the edge of paper torn rolled
Snowballs and boulders migrated to where they saw fit
As he wiped the smog from his brain all he felt nothing
There he was lain foetal, undesirable as Kafka’s beetle
Spittle hanging from his lips like the annoying family member that outstayed their welcome
He seldom if ever had felt this pain
It suddenly shot like a rocket, mind moved yet body had no chance
See for the sake of unrequited romance
He’d been forced to square dance
She’d claim self defence of her black belt in I don’t want you
Sirens flashing, cash splashed about him, carnations scattered
Blood spattered, new suit in tatters
Was she alright was the only question that mattered
Yet she had gone and so were his plans
She’d done more than she’d needed to,
Delivering her message by force
He was still bleeding too, his heart was not the only source of pain
I’ll never have my 50th date in New York again.
What had been months of affection suddenly turned sour
Only for her exposed infidelity to gain repercussions in an hour

Midday

Pow Pow
Who’s that O the G
A couple of teenagers held up Maccy D’s
Yet THEY ALL didn’t notice
Heads turned like B sides of classic records
While THEY held hands and couldn’t let go
Every word had a unique echo
Surrounded by nothing but a hazy breeze
Fingers locked like keys with combinations
Strolling through the streets like Neon Unicorns
Kissing like a couple newly formed
They were yet he was in school uniform and she
Was in uniform
The world was a hive of privacy invasion teams
Eagle eyed emblazoned schemes of security
Each demanding a level of surety that their needs would be served
That criminals would not get a seat at the table of good nature
That the would be de-served and just given rough justice
Sent to join the club of life just is….
Fair to those who pay for it
Skunk smokers get their high and ball player s and singers get paid a bit
Yet Gotham never batted an eye to this game
They always met somewhere nobody knew her name
For she was the head

3pm

We’d met before
Same office same time
TFT screens flickering like day glow cats eyes
I am jacks need for attention
The sky raises its middle finger ordering me to spin on the sun
Where are you reads the IM
I knew her from the 1st Floor
She was excel spreadsheets and more
I’d not got to spread sheets but I’d opened up her pores
She wanted more of the same
Reports of salt stains on copier had lead to bacon sandwich claims
That was my insurance, this shift was endurance
I could score pants and moans
I was Jacks need for masculine validation
If I could handle hear groans with my raise I could get a raise
Earn more and afford what my wife owns
Ecstasy for a year while whispering in her ear…get me a promotion
While I give this chick the pro motion to unseen zones
Rarely working late this is my office break
Ms Excel makes me tick boxes
We go rough like foxes at it lie rabbits
She’s smoking and I can’t break the habit
Are you coming, flashes the IM again
2 minutes I reply, I will be cause I want to
I am the hunted becoming jacks need to be a hunter gathering

6pm

Mirrors, candles, bangles
Lumps, bumps and love handles check
Sky flicks her hair, summer not yet star spangled
Heck glitter falls lighting her path to her date
This was her time, he would step to her plate
This was fate
She would be lost in the moment of rapture
She would be captured in paradise lost
He would consume the cost
She would be the boss to end the dross
Defrost
She would overwhelm him like a debutant from Valhalla
Kiss him like Daryl Hannah then shun him as the steel magnolia
He would grow to love her and only her
Truth in the purest sense of the lies
He was hers not every girls prize and her eyes
She was magnetised and he would be hypnotised
Her hips, lips and mind would do the work
He’d be begging to on the front line of duty
The damned funk soldier awakened by her beauty
He’d be the one telling his friends shoot me, I’ll feel no pain

9pm

Bliss and tell to exfoliate was the aim of the game
Or so she thought laying on the bed sobbing into chow mein
Watching sex and the city with a bottle of wine
He’d rather date an expectant mum than see this fat girl crying
Could she relive that moment again when those few words stunned her
In 43 minutes and 37 seconds she’d be a blade runner for the last time
She raised a chopstick to a cosmopolitan as with soy sauce on her wall she scribed
To a swollen world
Bruised by the iniquity of confidence without consequence
This is my goodbye, my legacy and stain
Erase me with scalding bleach and remove my gain from your world
Thank you for the lessons of reflection
Now I must smash the mirror of my imperfection
Let me dissolve into fine pieces cos I’m used to be being trampled
My ample is cumbersome and too much handle so let me drown
No longer to wear the tears of a clown
I am no more

12am

Nonplussed they added vigour to the enzyme and chromosome mixture
Subtracting loyalty from royalty bestowed by significants
Whooping tongues filled the air
They were con cussed in the tenement
I don’t care was the sentiment
The pounding of their drums in the forest of lost in me
Was as a penny dropped on a slow roll
Beat up on bruise control having mastered the dong song
Left her putting the O on bong
For he gave her the down load sending her into an audio galaxy and took a napster
He deemed screams rapture as the actress in her unfurled
She became a woman at 11.59 post 69 as her body re-coiled into a curl and whispered
Is this what they call midnight in a perfect world?
Daddy

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Black Summer

Black Summer

Dismantling mantles

Like naked candles fornicating with my eyes

Dancing at left angles

Exiting my attention like a getaway hummer

Tiring my I’s because you ignited passion

Strange fruit to the unseen declared itself holy to me

purposely rallying freedom of action in flashes

Feeling like the Arthur Ashe’s hearth of ashes

Black Summer so fly and blind could bat her lashes

Crash this hard drive like a guilty tiger

I pause

Fought with thought

Wedded or sold

Stolen or bought this plot was lies to the core

Less was more like addition to infinity

Divinity declared the inner me is minimal

I am the formidable amoeba

Single cell warrior

Sickle cell sharpness

So sick I sell darkness to demons

Stone like Stevens

Smoked on the words some breathe in

Exhale vitamins like shisha was one of my 5 fruit a day

I danced with Summer like seasons don’t change

Put in an expenses claim for sun and met dark reign

Thunderous invigoration

Sweat emancipation

Thighs and sighs between the highs and byes

Giving me fives on all fours

Olives du jour I was nothing more than tasty

Seasonal treat you clutched at like straws but you didn’t wanna put your

Research In Motion

Just picked up and played with this blackberry

Torched my

Woods like an arsonist

Said look at the black arse on this

You’re never gonna parson this

I’m hard got you hard and arduous so melt

Broadsword from the blindside gave me sight to the last time I truly felt

Seeing red, seeing only black

Summer kissed but never had my back

L’s I stack like a small rack

Accumulating double deuces

Feeling fruitless scanning for seeds

Relying on saplings to evolve

Imploring mystery of misery like clues to re-solve

That’ll be my puzzle till throw it all away

like that’s that piece

And thats that peace

Like thats what ceased

Hasta Luego Love

Hola la vida

Call me black swan because I’ve been and become a white beater

Muddied waters of trust lust to be cleaner

For now

Autumn is falling to its knees

I’m

towering my single cells

Flaming amoeba

I

Outline mine

Drawing me nearer

Colouring my tears of languish in the shade of my blue

Printing BS everywhere including on the bottom of my shoe

Praying order my steps and a side order of you

Cos Black Summer

You are BS

Bloodcloth Stress

Bombo rahtid Stupidness

I couldn’t have ordered less honesty

So Black Summer honestly

Die

 

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Sorry

I’m sorry that I can simplify your insecurity complex

Even though your convex hips and curves give me dreamy nerves

My endings, my cables be rendering you as my Anna of the Green Gables

I’ve got a light bulb and a spanner

Clothes shopping with you would give me more smiles than a town planner given their own island, but I’m sorry

That you wobble more than your wobbly bits even though I think you’re curvy luscious, voluptuous and tight

Even though I show you Love Jones and recite A Blues for Nina like I was your Brotha to the night

I make you wish I was white and I’m sorry

Sorry that I’m just not swag enough

Ghetto black enough,

Want to hit it but not smack you tough

Gym rat, thank you and bang you gruff

Proper English, multi-level conversation but not slang enough

Just not African, just not Yardie

More Laurel & Hardy than Gyptian and Marley

Vibing like Fugee La in our Shangri la with Hugh Masakela

Seem I’m only on your radar for my niceness,

I’m not Osiris, you’re not Isis, a great catch but not a virus

I wrote my values on papyrus, so after the file is ingested

Know that I’m sorry that you’re just not interested

You took out me out with the insurance claim that you were interested,

So I means tested and found you cared to give me a little time without your mind or true get to know you time invested

Body banging like African Drums but once the lust was digested

The connection stung and felt like a rat infested hornets nest its

Like you’re being pestered with the bug of too good to be true

Like a hair dresser to uncle Fester your head you need to rake through

Notions of sweetness, meanness, the real man bleep test

Oh you’re not a risk taker…I’m sorry

You’re a lover not a faker, I’m sorry you’re just being honest, I’m sorry

I’ve got a bee in my bonnet but a bigger engine to move on from it

So I’m Sorry

 

I write a love letter to the beat because I really, really be

Sorry

Sorry that I’m the just next just trying to break a hex

You’re so vex like T-Rex because of your ex so to you I’m Mr Poetic X

Buck wild instead of bucking the trend

Good company and sex hoping the cycle will end

Screw it Buck it I’m sorry

Thought you were a diamond mine, you’re a neglected quarry

Sorry, sorry I’m really sorry

I can be the lorry that hits you from the blindside

Takes you off the road have you singing when we collide

Biffy Clyro

Instead you’d rather play Spyro

Showing a little flame while you play your game and shake your Ting Tings

That’s not my middle name,

21 seconds and you’re out for fame another notch called a Victory

Smoke without fire this story really isn’t Hickory Dickory

Jackanory cock story,

Pop that booty, lock me off and ride to glory while I cry poor me

See I’m richer for the experience, exposing your interest as desperate or delirious

I’m not really weary it’s just that my truth is always serious

I’m passionately clear because I romance in deed, I really want to need but because of want I bleed

So I’m sorry

 

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Static Selector

She said I was like water like Sister Lauryn

This ecstasy was from a foreign land as she lent her hand to hold mine

Yet she had me in two minds

Communicating between the lines of US and we

But it was the OR steering me to invite a conclusion

Clear confusion cos I had spent the year being the hunter

Gassed up at feeling shunted

Gassed up at feeling like she made me the hunted

Like she could be oxygen for my hydrogen

Wondering if the truth was the truth or was Dwele right again

Yeah Dwele was right again call me the Christmas mistletoe

Mulled wine, puppies and knitwear,

My heart pretended it didn’t care until my poetic prophet penned its inevitable sonnet

So I killed her with my honesty till she confessed in our dying breath

I thought you were what I wanted

 

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Click Me

 

And wink and hi

And wink and hi

Let me find a date tonight

And wink and hi

And wink and hi

Click yes, Click yes I like your picture

I think you fit the bill so I’ll just click here

Sent you a message hoping you’ll reply

But while I’m waiting for a response I’ll wink and hi

2 hours have gone and it’s becoming evening

Checked my sent messages hoping that you’d seen it

I’ve got my email ready for receiving

I tailored your message just so you could see me

Really! From the subject to body intelligently touchy feely

Hope to jump the queue for you and I to be we

Acquire a taste for me like I was kiwi

But I guess there’s plenty of fish and we’re all at sea right

So ok cupid I’ve got no reason to cry I

Just wink and hi and wink hi

Wink and hi and wink and hi

Oh damn your cleavage is heaving and your so seductive

Baby I’m a producer lets get reproductive

School me in the art of you I want to be instructive

Those pictures aren’t exclusive why should I think my lucks in

I’ll only take you to bed if my loves tucked in

I don’t care for the places you want to be touched in

So pardon the interruption I just want a conversation

And know I’m not member of the canine nation

I’m prepared to be patient and my game is tight

Why start a conversation if you’re just being polite

Nice guys get ignored so it’s back to the drawing board tonight

I just wink and hi and wink and hi

Wink and hi and wink and hi

I like your profile I’d really like to meet you

Tell me where can I reach you

Here’s my real name for Facebook can I be in your news feed?

Be your change of status just to put it loosely

The random guy on your wall with the funky witty lines

Oh you didn’t have a paid subscription to read all that?

Sorry I’ve already clicked to the next picture

I wink and hi and wink and hi

Wink and hi and wink and hi

And oh hi didn’t I see you on some other site

Same picture slightly tweaked information

If you’ve not replied to my message guess there’s no chance of a date then

So wink and hi and wink and hi

 

Yo Cupid your arrows must be dull or you’re just slow in your role

I’m trying to make love happen were you not told

There’s a girl of my dreams I know she must be near so

I’ll keep clicking and winking cos I’ve lost the fear of rejection

But I keep attracting weird hoes and victims or picky seekers of attention

Nice guys have to wait longer, that’s something you forgot to mention

And the decent ones on paper seem to struggle with attention retention

Do I need to join the dog on heat convention to get a woman with more sass

I feel like the red button, people press for a break from and normal broadcast

Can’t ignore your past and I’ll have learned from mine

But while I’m not with you let me edit my profile design

Try to figure out how to get that girl online to only love mine

And wink and hi and wink and hi

And wink and oh I want to meet 250 people…thats a whole lot of chats over cheeseburgers

Word up! All this winking hasn’t furthered my cause

Maybe it’ll be 300 times lucky if not a different site or a school of seduction course?

Erm maybe I should..wink and erm may be I should learn a dance or get some muscle

Yet with definitions of manhood I care not to tussle

I can be your fuzzball, cutie and protector

If I upgrade my subscription to life maybe there’ll only be one affection collector

Someone with enough class that makes my grade feel high

And she’ll be the only one with that wink and hi

 

 

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