The Push

Everybody knows.
They hear in your prayers
silent voices, that stop
you, right where you stand,
staring out to sea.

Everybody sees
the scars that bare your soul,
in the light of morning
and touch eyes, so full
of Sorrow’s darkness.

Everybody knows,
the words you softly speak,
eyes closed tightly against
black, that caresses
all atrocities.

Everybody sees
your broken body lie,
disassembled, by your
thoughts, scouring a pit
of mournful anguish.



Still unsure of the title what do you think?

JC

New Buttons

Yo, I've made the additions of these little 'reaction' buttons on here, so we can just go through everything and if we haven't got loads of time to write lengthy comments straight away, then we can just indicate to each other if we think something is great or needs a little or more than a little reworking. Major criticism can be substantiated at a later date - but I think this is a good plan for the moment.

LENBEN

Possibly Iambic definitely Pentameter

Pictures on the wall
Snap-Shots of our life,
A Smile or grimace
Stolen Forever.

Trace the dotted lines
Join the numbers up.
Where X marks the spot,
A sweet tale to tell?

You Already Know;
Prepared for the lies
Well listen herein
I have a surprise.

Luna

Look at me, I'm Wonderful

Please don’t hurt me with your cut-backs,
You’re cut-up and I’m fed-up with your emotions
- feelings just don’t appeal.

You’re the one who stands aloof,
An effigy of everything you think I want,
Suggesting I faint at your beauty.

I fell in love with a mirror first,
No one has quite since met my standards.
I don’t need to be rescued.

Look at me. I'm wonderful

LENBEN

The Picture

He stares at me all the time I’m there,
Never stops to blink,
But what is the expression on his face?
The answer to that plagues us both.

Perhaps the bitter beer he holds reflects his mood,
Or maybe the subtle way his lips are parted
Just about to say, to tell me something.

At times I see him change.
I remember the widening of his eyes
(Reminds me of popcorn)
Whilst I undress.

The smile that fades when I leave
And creeps to the corners of his face on return.
Still slightly brooding, but always content
A fraction of a second captured, mine forever.

LENBEN

Next

Placid, waxen skin, shrivelling and yellow.
Sunken eyes that do not see,
Pale and glazed as ice on a pond.
Or the icing on a burnt cake.
Lips that cannot smile;
Dry, cracking and wrinkled,
From distant days spent laughing.
Hollow bones holding out.
Those sleepless nights spent sleeping.
Gnarled fingers clenched in pain,
Like cracking open walnut with walnut.

The mast is raised.
Sails are flying.
A faint breeze grows
And it’s time to go

I will soar once more; my shackles broken.
I breathe easy; so young, so strong.
The sun warms me through, hair shining, eyes glinting.
A new bud blossoming, a seed shooting through.
I am spring.
In death so alive.

LENBEN

Life Goes On

They couldn't see through the fog
above them neither could their star,
waiting by the phone sat the boy
next to him was the man
standing by the door
looking for a glimpse of light

with the dawn comes day light
which temporarily disperses fog
as the letters come through the door
the dark has gone, but not their star
silent tears blossom from the man
he finds comfort from his boy

who smiles, but the boy
can see a faint light
and helps the man
to blow away the acid fog
so together they can see their star
and stop waiting for the opening of the door

the world is locked out, they barred the door
plunged into darkness a helpless boy
slicing his heart, where is his star?
rotting away, out with the light
choking his smile was the smothering fog
The boy needed the man

for shoulder to cry on, but the man
continued to mourn by the door
He couldn't see for the fog
as it blocked out his boy
crushing out his light
The death of an old star

gleaming ahead is a new star
for a young man
who has found a light
His past a closed door
he is no longer a boy
his spirits lift, as does the fog

The star will always throb above their door
watching as the boy becomes a man
With the illuminating light from within, there is no more fog.

LENBEN

untitled

It ebbs at the edge of my memory
on the tip of my tongue,
lurking just out of sight

It's my carrot


My wires coil ever tighter
because my screw is not loose
and I haven't lost lost my marbles

(just everything else)

LENBEN

Soul

Cradling my soul in my hands I move forward with trepidation, petrified I might trip and send it skidding across the unrelenting floor. In my hands something precious. A part rarely seen out of body. Soul in hands, heart in mouth I move forward, wishing I could embrace the fear that shudders through my being.

My soul an underdeveloped child wrapped in the warm embrace of my shaky fingers’ steepled roof. A scant protection from the elements but all I can do in this panicked state.

JC

What am I going to do with you?

What am I going to do with you?
Fill up the kettle and make us a brew,
that’s what I’m going to do with you.

What am I going to do with you?
Sit down beside you and wait for your cue,
that’s what I’m going to do with you.

What am I going to do with you?
Listen to you carefully as I know you are few,
that’s what I’m going to do with you.

What am I going to do with you?
Stand up above you and wonder the view,
that’s what I’m going to do with you.

What am I going to do with you?
Touch your skin gently and wipe off the dew,
that’s what I’m going to do with you.

What am I going to do with you?
Study your skin tone and worry the hue,
that’s what I am going to do with you.

What am I going to do with you?
Listen to your day with Support Worker Sue,
that’s what I’m going to do with you.

What am I going to do with you?
Lift up your cow mask and laugh at your moo,
that’s what I’m going to do with you.

What am I going to do with you?
Encourage you promptly to go to the loo,
that’s what I’m going to do with you.

What am I going to do with you?
Pinch my nose tightly and say ‘smelly poo’,
that’s what I’m going to do with you.

What am I going to do with you?
Feel my frustration and call you a Jew,
that’s what I’m going to do with you.

What am I going to do with you?
Feed you to lions for a good chew,
that’s what I’m going to do with you

What am I going to do with you?
Slice you in half so you become two,
that’s what I’m going to do with you.

What am I going to do with you?
Slice you up neatly and cook you,
that’s what I’m going to do with you.

What am I going to do with you?
Put your pieces in some beef and ale stew,
that’s what I’m going to do with you.

What am I going to do with you?
Melt you down quickly and box up the goo,
that’s what I’m going to do with you.

What am I going to do with you?
Mix it all up and start you anew,
that’s what I’m going to do with you.

M☻g

June 2010