Saturday, 28 April 2012

Little Poems

A little sh


Words speak
For me
They even sing
Or bark
It's nothing
That I have
No voice
For words
Will bring
Their own
Sound in







I don't worry so much
About the establishment
I have seen them up close
They're nothing to write home about





And so it goes


Our world is just
The strangest place
We wave at the car
And not at the face





Crowded out


Even in the in-crowd I've always felt out
I've never quite known what in/out is all about
I sense it's nonsense but to some it's all
Being big and central or sidelined and small
But we are small beings and we should all know
We'll all be put out when it's our time to go
So best be out and ready, waiting for the ride
It can be oddly pleasant, here on the outside







Years of experience
In a plastic crate from B & Q
Considering all that's in there
It's very quiet when you lift the lid







You can be aware that you have a lot to give
To other people
But not have the faintest idea how to go about it

This can make a person miserable
And in turn reduce what it is they have to give
To virtually nothing





Family smug


Don't be family smug
It's really very trying
Others around you
Will end up crying






We judge books by covers
And women much worse
For the female of this species
There is more than one curse

Flat good


I have a picture
Of the sea
It has a calming
Effect on me
This is no small feat
Not small at all
For one so flat
And hung on a wall





Girls learn this only once


Tall, hard and cold
Men you like
Who don't like you
You bend
You twist
To fit them right
You waste your precious time
That's what you do





It started with a sneer


Anger breeds anger
Hate breeds hate
Break up the cycle
It can be too late





Learning the words


I am really so easy to read
Take me steady, line by line
Don't start fretting, huffing, sighing
Follow the lines and you'll do just fine







Everything's ridiculous
Too ridiculous for words





Living for beginners


Breathing's important
Food is good too
Everything else
Is just something you do





My way


A family of women
Of strong opinion
Is never quiet for long
Each one has her say
Each day in some way
And no one admits to being wrong





Number one fan


At six I loved Donny
Right till death us do part
At seven I moved on
Oh, the young, cheating heart







What can the matter be?
What can the matter
Is more like it





Pluses and minuses


(a) A few words on positivity



(b) A few words on negativity

I don’t really see the point of this exercise







You have much to answer
You fill the world with
No-one wants to go to
But has to
For FR
Of missing





Puzzled mind


A badly shuffled
In a paper bag
What a day
What a week
What a time
It's had





Running the home


You're everything
And nothing
All at the same time
You're vital
And redundant
You're one of a kind





Save the music, save the world


I’d like to hear the world just sing
Without that Simon Cowell
His cutting prose and stupid pose
Oh, peace throughout the land
That’s what I’d vote for





Sex and drugs


Sex and drugs
Do go very well together
You're high
Times high
You're gorgeous
And so's what's-his-name





Short love


I loved you for 3 weeks
Or maybe longer
It may seem a short love
But it was stronger
Than you might imagine
From its length





Some words in lines


Handfuls of paper
Some written, some typed
Poems and articles
Notes and the like
Bits that fell out
Of a man full of holes
Meant nothing to no one
But proof of his woes




Sweet nothings


You are nothing
I am less
Let's admit it
We're a mess





That job'll be the death of you


My leaving present
Was a fine headstone
Named and dated
I carried it home





The far wrong


Vote that way
Then kill yourself
Because you know
Inside and out
To all intents and purposes
You're already dead







Oh, all of us are weirdos
It’s odd that, but it’s true
And the more you call me ‘weirdo’
The less hope there is for you





Why one is childish rather than pretentious


Because quite enough other people
Already do
So well
And so regularly

All poems by Rachel Fox (some time after 1997)

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