A Pretty Kettle of Poetry

Shuffling school shoes through soggy autumn leaves
being told off cos you might get dog shit on them
you wallow in unpunishable sin
cos the hits keep on coming.

Playing kiss chase and British bulldogs
and turning into charging frogs
you go as traffic lights to the fancy dress party feeling embarrassing
in a mum-painted white sheet with circles in red amber and green.

But there’s no going round in circles here
just square roots of how to get out
smudging your squared maths exercise book pages with snot
you dance in the rain with your flowerpot
as heads spin round on a merry go round
and grow up to be supply teachers on a roundabout.

Unfortunately, a lighthouse blackout tomorrow
with ruddy comic hang-ups of yesterday
will shed light on polls today
that old fogeys push upon child prodigies to say:

“It’s a wing and a prayer
now we’re at the top of the stair
with our world ruled by yours
as we walk like our pets on all fours.”

Think don’t think.
Blink don’t blink.
Stay don’t stay.
Leave our dusty hang-ups of yesterday
to get handled and picked up with kid gloves from this ruddy in-tray.

Every moment makes me think of a minute
when any one of them might have changed in sixty seconds.
If I was never good enough, that’s too bad.
If happiness never made it, that’s sad.

Evenings that went pear shaped in a moment.
Days that could have been saved if nights hadn’t left them for dead.
I never said anything I meant
but what I said was from the gut and I meant everything I said.

pop forget
you earn what you get
and throwing away
your throw away lines
won’t save you
like some self-proclaimed saviour
already in print
in a fish ‘n’ chips newspaper

spouting off, drowning
in free-flowing words
going to towning
they say: ‘serves you right!’
cos you couldn’t
keep your mouth water-tight

facts get fictionalised
in your eyes
and you say ‘really?’
that’s not what I meant
no comment

Missing

Where is she? Look for her!
Why aren’t you looking for her?
Her bedroom is how she left it
though a crime scene, every millimetre.

Someone knows something.
People don’t just vanish into thin air.
Runaways might. But homebods don’t.
Everybody’s going spare.

Let’s look at it this way.
Her face is on every street.
It only takes a second to recognise her.
Have you seen her? Can we meet?

Showers splatter unfinished sentences
down from hot air word clouds
to a thunderous monotonous boom.
Nothing gets better or worse
as people float
hanging from stringless balloons.

City ring roads go round in vicious circles
and mayhem motorists get nowhere.
Ring a ring a roses school children sing incessantly on repeat
and no one ages beyond the moment the traffic jam stuck them there.

Job applications get sent back automatically
as last in any queue are in front of the first.
Forever ranting rebels and frozen screen visionaries
pin their hopes on a monstrous effigy
that promises change until it inevitably bursts.

Everything to want is at the top of a spiral staircase.
The railings go on and on
and walls have the same font graffiti ‘You’ll get there!’
A metronome clicks out the race to the top
but there’s no winners or losers, to be fair

I’m not the type to make a scene now maybe
but little things might make me go just crazy.
I keep myself to myself.
It’s good for my health
but may well like just kill me.

The funny thing is that I joke about it
but something tells me that my smile’s just carpet.
I have no need to impress
just need to be best
in my bullet proof vest.

Got a desire to be a real life swapper
to swap my keys in one big bang instant popper.
Get away from it all.
Greener grass in my holiday hall
and top every top with a topper.

If God exists there’s a devil inside maybe maybe
and little things may make big things go quite hazy.
The world is as it is.
It’s got quite a fizz
but clicking and pressing buttons is making it lazy.

My blog ‘A Pretty Kettle of Poetry’ with my illustrations still gets on other blogs and is always a pleasure to realise that my blog has its admirers.

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Thanks to all of you who have taken the time to look at and read any of my poems!

You won’t believe this
but it’s true.
It’s a short journey to bliss.
You can get it like new.

Give it a chance.
Live out your dreams.
It’s a short journey to bliss.
It’s all what it seems.

You’ve got what it takes.
It’s your thing.
It’s a short journey to bliss
when you’re a big deal darling.

What was I saying?
oh yeah that reminds me.
It’s on the tip of my tongue.
You’ve been great to see me!

I’ll get it in a minute.
No, don’t give me any clues! It’s easy!
I can’t believe I can’t remember
Whatever happened to thingy?

Ok I give up.
Oh yes. Of course. Silly me!
Yes, I know, it’s been quite a while.
Great being back! So, what was my fee?