One of my most military memories I remember is a memorable memorial on Remembrance Day.There were flags unfurled flaunting fighter-jets frolicking overhead with flowery smoke in the fray.Previously primed primary school children with chalk chatted and chomped on their rationed chocolatewith high-flying lowlifes leading lowly folk longing to follow a philosophy, or any old cold …
Author Archives: aprettykettleofpoetry
Cardboard Cut-Out People
Flat as a pancakeThey wear a sandwich board to fatten themselves up.They write on it to give themselves depthbecause they’d never win the cupfor being treated as a whole human being They try to change those in power’s perception.Fight against the injustice of being 2-dimensional.Walk the streets shouting.Get knocked down like dominoes.End up in a …
Limbo Landlubber
I wait for my world to go roundafter ages being flat.With people far away, nature has a field day.Seagulls raid empty squares vying with rubbish-rummaging rats. I wonder if the afterworld will catchmy last words.Whether They’re after you being graffitied on my four wallsis a sign of paranoia or just a tendency to talk to …
Home Bleat Home
This is home.This is the heart of your heartswith all the railway lines rusted upand all the buildings falling apart. My darling silent onenobody ignores us like we do each other.Families have an unwritten law and unspokenthat there are no grudges, just the same polite fudges.
Crave New World
I come alive on Facebook.Post a few posts so the others can lookand all the better if I get a few likes in.Gives my life meaning. Wish I’d been born in the social media age.Could have been a sharp glossy baby on Instagrambut I belong to an age when it got no quicker than a …
John the Dodge
Ducking, diving, bobbing, weavingevery day is a slalom course.Wakes up and jumps out the window without leavingas his alarm clock goes off in secret morse. There’s no flies on him as he rots.He peers out in fear from flower pots.Picks a few positive no’s from his noseand plants them wearing bogie green clothes. Love, love, …
Secondary Canteen
The teachers sat on the same table.They had no choice, however undesirable.We always sat next to who we wanted toand budged up if we got next to anyone who had nowhere else to sit or wasn’t itOr had fleas or some social disease.You took your plastic white trayAnd perused the menu of the day; Whatever …
That normally does the trick
Mostly live in their head.Have very little sense therelet alone killer instincton how to get anywhere. To be fair,luck not often on their side.Try so hard with fingers crossedtheir index knuckle is thread bareand all feeling in their middle finger is lost. It’s a sad fact of life,some just don’t get the breaks.Wasting time timing …
The Birthday Season
The Birthday Season is upon us.One more birthday suit on the line.With a happy return ticket, hop on the buswhere double decker friends pour on like wine. Mums going into labour.You’re our heroines for bringing us here.When you leave us, we miss you foreverand with our dads lift a glass of beer. It’s another day …
The Suicide Club
The suicide club tried to top themselveswith a note to top the otherslike ‘I probably gave up talking to you lotbefore I could even speak in my cot.’ There were a lot of dark little lines in the archivesSome that died a death and some that came alive. Every week they met to pull off …
