Man v SUPERMAN. Woman v WONDERWOMANNobody could be ELVIS, not even Elvis Aaron Presley.There’s a desire to make flesh’n’bones greatwhen all around is rubble and debris. ‘How are you?’ is the question I hate most.It makes me jumpy or emotional or just numb.I was watching a documentary about ELVIS and his life and songs.Songs Elvis …
Author Archives: aprettykettleofpoetry
Give ’em a Chance
Give pigs a chanceto live out their days.Give cows a chanceto die where they graze. Give tigers a chanceto not become extinct this century.Give foxes a chanceto not resort to the city. Give polar bears a chanceto have ice and snow.Give fish a chanceto swim with the flow. Give ’em a chanceto be left alone.Give …
Alliteration’n’National Anthemology
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 …
Cut-Out Cardboard 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 …
