Eat Your Heart out Shakespeare

Okay this is the last poem I post.  It's full of cliches, but I don't bloody care.

 Sonnet to my Greatest Love

Like a seed planted in soil you grew,

Our relationship began, my love for you,

Inside my womb how protective was I

Like a tigress for her cub for you I would die.

At first responsibility for you was hard to bear,

Nightmares came and went, a burden not to share,

Sometimes I worried I would let you down,

Under the ultimate trust would I drown.

But I nurtured you and you grew strong,

With a unique relationship that is lifelong,

Your wings are growing quite soon to fly,

But never forget on me you can rely,

You’ve grown up strong, smart and handsome,

And I’m so glad that I am your mum.

A non-drug fuelled orgy

We were looking at clips of the 70s film, Logan's Run, in a Creative Visions lecture this week.  It showed 'drug fuelled orgies' as being the ideal to keep the masses satisfied.  Someone suggested they'd rather have tea and cake, and it got me thinking - why can't you have tea and cake fuelled orgies?


Oh, look.  Another flippin' poem to press the point home.

Past Times Pastimes

                           

A beautiful time of love and lust

The closest you can get to a human body

Hearts pounding, heavy breathing

Sweat dripping, tongues flicking

Seismic, insatiable, hot

An orgy of love and desire

Until the fire expires

Then a break for tea and ginger cake

Round two, or is it three?

I remember you chiefly, not just for your body

So fine and strong and mine for a while

But I cared for you deeply, with love and affection

A little piece of heaven, so sublime.

For crying out loud - let's save the world...

I don't know why I keep posting poems - my least favourite form of expression

Feelin’ Helpless

We produce so much crap it’s a crime

So much rubbish - a mountain to climb

Millions of tonnes in my lifetime

Can we change our habits?

Do we have time?

Let’s recycle and compost our waste

The problem has got to be faced

If we can’t then we need to be braced

Without change

The human race could be erased

Has it happened, have people awoke?

To the thought that air, it will choke

And that climate change is no longer a joke

If change doesn’t happen

We could all croak.

Get a bin for your plastics and tin

Another for glass, just put it in

We all need to help, let’s weigh in

Change must happen

Or we’re headed for a tailspin.

We can do our best but is it enough?

We can’t help producing more stuff

Cleaning the earth is gonna be tough

Change is the only solution

But what about the pollution?

Along comes that oil giant, BP

Even an environmental army

Can’t clean up the Louisiana sea

Oil doesn’t recognise a boundary

So much for making a change

We’ve treated earth so fuckin’ badly.

Okay, not a rude poem this time...

What’s it all about?

                                              

What is the origin of our existence?

Can we answer this question with the help of science?

Or were we cloned by aliens from a far away galaxy?

Like Star Trek, were we made by men who go boldly?

Are we formed from the thought of a God up on high?

Who created women from the rib of some guy.

Or is the sound of creation a little more quantum

Vibrations and sperm all mixed up with ovum?

A lot of people do ponder this question

Still more watch the TV and dream about stardom.

Or paying the bills and feeding the kids

And walking through life with shut eyelids.

My very first piece

This is a little ditty I wrote, inspired by Kass in year 2 who said it would be okay to have swear words in poems - she wouldn't be offended, it was all about creativity.....

For Fuck Sake

 You gave us permission to swear and to cuss

But doesn’t that show we can’t think, are artless?

If it’s appropriate, yes! But it doesn’t seem right

Oh, OK here goes - bugger, fuck, arse and shite