Duffy
04-01-10, 04:39 AM
Take Me Or Leave Me
I try and help, I’m left alone,
With needle thread to stitch,
Then I’m accused, and I’m abused,
Of being more the bitch.
But I will say, oh yes I will,
For I’ve a right to shout aloud,
You ask me why I stand about,
You ask if I’m allowed.
I tell you now, I will keep saying,
My disapproval if it’s right,
I’ve a mind to speak my mind,
Of what lies in my sight.
Yet you take such disgrace at me,
For speaking in my place,
Yet when the troubles break you down,
You hide away your face.
---
Why I...
I pursue the notion of success,
But I do not wish it so.
Content is my motto, my grace,
My derangement.
I scrabble after infamy,
But revel in fame and cheer,
Limelight is my dwelling, my abode,
My arrangement.
I elope before deities devalue my faith,
But I cling to gods of love,
Unrequited is my destiny, my sickness,
My cotangent.
---
Constant Re-numerations
Oh hear! You are nothing to me,
Not a scratch on the heart, or torn lung, nought.
I crumble at your presence but I know not why, I am bound, tied, tested.
Collect your belongings and flee, flee from the scene,
I need you not, foul damascene blade!
Perfect symmetry - once it existed between us, it is now shattered.
Like the kaleidoscope of summer, you must soon fade, spent,
I wish to see no more of you, feel no more of you, cry no more for you, and be gone!
I am now my own discovery, spending dreams to trade for lovers, hope.
---
High Tea Hijinx
Mr Lavender said at tea,
Of his intentions right to marry.
He thought his time to settle down
Was right and his to carry.
Now a gasp and cry roared out indeed,
Over cucumber, lemon and ice,
For it were not the nature of his love
But the name that added spice.
In such company, it was agreed,
True love never finds rejection,
But the commotion caused by Lavender’s love,
Was due to Barry being his affection.
Just a random selection I picked out of the backlog that need editing and working and sorting out, would love feedback and comments, and plenty more where these came from. Some of them are a bit sad, mind, as I stopped writing a year ago and I tend to vocalise disdain in poetry more so than happiness.
I try and help, I’m left alone,
With needle thread to stitch,
Then I’m accused, and I’m abused,
Of being more the bitch.
But I will say, oh yes I will,
For I’ve a right to shout aloud,
You ask me why I stand about,
You ask if I’m allowed.
I tell you now, I will keep saying,
My disapproval if it’s right,
I’ve a mind to speak my mind,
Of what lies in my sight.
Yet you take such disgrace at me,
For speaking in my place,
Yet when the troubles break you down,
You hide away your face.
---
Why I...
I pursue the notion of success,
But I do not wish it so.
Content is my motto, my grace,
My derangement.
I scrabble after infamy,
But revel in fame and cheer,
Limelight is my dwelling, my abode,
My arrangement.
I elope before deities devalue my faith,
But I cling to gods of love,
Unrequited is my destiny, my sickness,
My cotangent.
---
Constant Re-numerations
Oh hear! You are nothing to me,
Not a scratch on the heart, or torn lung, nought.
I crumble at your presence but I know not why, I am bound, tied, tested.
Collect your belongings and flee, flee from the scene,
I need you not, foul damascene blade!
Perfect symmetry - once it existed between us, it is now shattered.
Like the kaleidoscope of summer, you must soon fade, spent,
I wish to see no more of you, feel no more of you, cry no more for you, and be gone!
I am now my own discovery, spending dreams to trade for lovers, hope.
---
High Tea Hijinx
Mr Lavender said at tea,
Of his intentions right to marry.
He thought his time to settle down
Was right and his to carry.
Now a gasp and cry roared out indeed,
Over cucumber, lemon and ice,
For it were not the nature of his love
But the name that added spice.
In such company, it was agreed,
True love never finds rejection,
But the commotion caused by Lavender’s love,
Was due to Barry being his affection.
Just a random selection I picked out of the backlog that need editing and working and sorting out, would love feedback and comments, and plenty more where these came from. Some of them are a bit sad, mind, as I stopped writing a year ago and I tend to vocalise disdain in poetry more so than happiness.