I told you so

You didn’t listen

I don’t mean to boast

Really I don’t

But you should have listened to me

You know I’m right

Even when I’m wrong

Even when I don’t understand

Even when I haven’t been listening

Because you’re always wrong

Even when you’re right

Even when you try to explain

Even when I ignore you

I told you so

Perhaps, this is an interesting aside, but a friend pointed out to me that I very rarely write poetry from another perspective, other than my own, or perhaps from the perspective of the narrator. Here's an interesting poem I wrote in 2009 that is from the perspective of the abuser.

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Liquorice

It's black, it's thick

It's bittersweet

It tastes like salt

It tastes like feet

It fills your mouth

That acrid taste

Like jellied tar

Sepia paste

I'd rather eat

Bad pickled fish

Than taint my mouth

With Liquorice

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Prophesy

(an old old poem reworked)

Beware the man
That comes at night
With eyes that burn
With teeth that bite

With iron claws
That grab and catch
With jagged jaws
That clamp and catch

Beware the man
Of bitter scorn
His star's sign
Is the Capricorn

His flower is
the narcissus
His promises
A spider's kiss

His hand beckon
the end of time
His mind the
founder of all crime

Beware the man
Beware his gaze
Beware his nights
Beware his days

Beware the man
That comes at night
With eyes that burn
With teeth that bite

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Hope

(A Nicer / More Happy Poem... For TJ)

A little poem I write for you

A better poem I write in lieu 

   ...of darker ones I've said and meant

But hey I'm quite macabre and bent

So here's a song of hope my friend

A poem for better days we spend

   ...them hand-in-hand with those we love

And give the world's arseholes a shove

Let us go and watch a play

A lavish summer's matinée

    ...with food and drink and friends galore

With Gingrich dressed up like a whore

Let's bring our friends to see the sights

The multicoloured city lights

   ...that break the night middle/through

And make our every wish come true

Let's stay awake till half past five

And show the world that we're alive

   ...So when those arseholes steal our luck

We'll show them we don't give a fuck

Schadenfreude Moon

What draws the moon across the veil

    That she may smile with cruellest glee

At every trip that makes us fail

    At every bout of misery

When asking love to always stay

    Not yet these words are spoken

When every hope is dashed away

    And every heart is broken

New Plan... New Book...

Okay so new plan for self publication. As it turns out you can self publish for free through Amazon. So, what I'm doing is splitting my original manuscript into three smaller books and publishing them on Amazon and seeing how it all goes. My first book that I'm concentrating on will be My Favourite Colour.

The new cover for my first book My Favourite Colour.

Gold

So many tales by human kind endeavour to be told

But never has there been a story quite like that of gold

It walks with every government with pope and president

Each church of every god has given it their commitment

A story of each human child that bought and lent and sold

And every war that ever waged came from the metal cold

It buys the soul of every being that owes its daily rent

An everlasting debt to all the gold the world has spent

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Meredith the Witch

This is a shitty poem and needs a rewrite.

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The little old Witch with her crooked old nose,

And her wand and her besom and hat,

Had a little old cottage at the end of the forest,

With an Owl and a Fox and a Cat.

Said the Owl to the Cat, "She'd a horrid old Hag."

"She loves casting her spells in the night."

Said the Fox to the Cat, "She's a wonderful Witch,"

"Who can fly through the air, going here, going there, and causing a wonderful fright."

Said the Owl to the Cat, "She's a murderous Bitch,"

"Who killed the carpenter's daughter."

"For the girl loved a man that Witch loved as well,"

"So she captured the girl and killed her."

Said the Fox to the Owl, "Don't be so naive."

"The girl had it in for the Hag."

"She'd run to the town screaming, 'Wicked old Witch!' "

"When she'd found her own lover, beneath Meredith's covers. So She stuffed the girl in a bag."

Said the Owl to them both, "Make haste! Make haste!"

"The Townsfolk are coming here."

"They bring with them a rope for Meredith."

"For killing the girl they held dear."

The Owl and the Fox and the Cat turned to run,

As Meredith popped into view.

She lit up a fire beneath her old pot.

She called on her powers, her hands full of flowers and she cast all of it in the stew.

She said, "Hear me now. You children of men."

"Why have you come to this place I call home."

Said the mayor to her, "Come face us, Witch."

"We bring candle, and bell and a tome."

Said she to the Folk, "Is this magic I see?"

"That you bring to the wood and the field?"

"Fire with fire makes only more fire."

"I would ask you the same, go the way that you came, put your weapons away and yield."

Said the Folk out loud, "Kill the Witch! Kill the Witch!"

"Hang her on the strongest tree."

"Put her evil bones in a shallow ditch."

"Unmarked where none may see."

Said the witch to the folk, "I had hoped you might leave."

And she said in a moan and a sigh.

"I have warned you twice, and never again."

"My forces draw near, I tell you to hear. Go now as your end draws nigh."

But they did not move and Witch just smiled

As she lifted her hands up high,

As the lightning struck and her cauldron popped,

As she flew up into the sky,

As the lightning arched and the spell was cast,

As the mist settled all around,

As the bones of the angry people,

Were scattered all over the ground.

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My Desk

Pastels, pencils, pens and paper,

cable, wallet, flashlight, stapler,

journals, car keys and two LP's,

fourteen novels, rose quartz, CD's.

Wristwatch, floss and dusty files,

headphones, plectrum, stuff in piles.

Hard drive, koki, cup of sweet tea,

keyboard, mouse, screen and my PC.

An empty plate that should be washed.

A spool of thread I'd thought I'd lost.

An empty glass that should be filled.

A can of coke that should be chilled.

Cold toast I made the night before,

a broken key, a cloth, a straw,

a squeaky toy, a knife, a bell,

a leaky pot of ink, a shell.

Some playing cards, a mahjong set,

a broken piece of Boba Fett,

a battery and guitar strings,

and many, many other things.

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Superglue

One foot first...

          ...and then another.

Wait a bit. 

          Stumble. Shudder.

Get back up. 

          Fall again.

Get back up. 

          Try and then...

One step. One! 

          ...is all i need.

Just to get... 

          ...back up to speed.

I may fall...

          ...and I may break.

And every piece...
          ...Obliterate.

Pick the pieces up...

          ...then you.

Can stick them back with...

          ...Superglue.

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Sleepless

Another night I've lingered here

Within the shapeless world of fear

Afraid of such news ill conceived

I lie in wait, my soul bereaved

I cannot speak, I cannot hope

I cannot sleep, I cannot cope

What life is there to live today

When all is left is pure dismay?

I can't speak of the pain I feel

It will not go, it will not heal

It hides beneath the icy skin

It will not let the sunlight in

By now I should have learned some spell

To purge my soul from this old hell

I'd thought by now I'd be immune

To the sharp smell of Death's perfume

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Despair

As I sat outside in winter's air

A man came by to find me where

I sat and he drew close there

And said, "friend, my name is despair."

He smiled as dull as the great grey sky

And he sat by me as the day went by

And he stayed by me as the leaves grew dry

And the leaves fell out from that wintery sky

And hand in hand, two others came

They passed us by, they seemed the same

Solace, they said, was their shared name

And they could not stay for fear of shame

So I relate my sad lament

Despair touched on my heart's torment

And as my heart began descent

My tears served as my friend's augment

And should this night ever expend

In hopes that my despair will end

Here I will wait for a better trend

I sit and wait with my old friend

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