Plastic Friend

  You don’t want to be here Eyelashes don’t lie they’re ready to fly You can’t be trusted Joker lips are badass Words not worth a brass You can’t be read Spray tan hides your face Emotions lost – no trace You’re somewhere else Posing on a phone Whilst I’m here alone You’re playing with me I’m […]

Tinder Tower

Grenfell-Tower[1]

It’s difficult for me to comprehend the suffering of those who were in Grenfell Tower when the fire struck. There are now many questions needing answered.  Reports are coming in describing what could have went wrong at Grenfell (the list is long).  There are stories of Government officials  ignoring safety advice in order to save money and cut corners.

They wanted pretty
Got kitchen sink gritty
Like a sore thumb
Hanging over them

Differences forbidden
Wrap it up, nicely hidden
Tinder tower white
Dangers lurk in sight

I’m Alright Jack

Definition:  Alright Jack is a UK slang term used to indicate those who acts only in their own best interests even if assistance to others would necessitate minimal effort on their behalf.

I Care much. I’m

In touch.  I

 

Got mine. I’m

Just fine. I

 

have job. I’m

No yob. I

 

Vote right. I

Will fight. I’m

 

Robbed blind. I

Do mind. I

 

Won’t share. I

Don’t care.

 

Inspired by Gwendolyn Brooks, ‘We Real Cool’.

Feeling Small

Poem Below Last week I met a friend from the past. I forgot that she was into fake tanning and was surprised by her colour. She looked great though, just a brown version of how she used to look. It’s guaranteed that any time I ever meet anyone from the past I look awful.  Last […]

The Blind Mice

Another British General Election and more mayhem. The Tories failed to get a majority, resulting in a hung parliament. The solution? A new government being formed between The Conservatives and the DUP. * explanations below the poem. The blind mice rolled the dice without a guide  * Just British pride – we’ll pay the price. The boss fled  […]

Forgotten Viola

I’m not the best mother, nor am I the worst. I’d describe myself as a mixture of super and sub-standard. The go-to mum for parent helper on the school trips but the mother who can’t find a comb to present a tidy child for the school day. I’ve given up on tucking his shirts in  (he untucks when he goes to the little boys room anyway).  Last week I gave him a half eaten black banana for his play piece. In my defence I have to get six children out of the door on time in the morning and I occasionally (all the time) chuck stuff in his bag quickly. Here is a little poem about my parenting mishaps:

Forgot your viola

and sponsorship form

Forgot it was sports day

so you didn’t have the right gear on

I’m a disaster of a mother –

I am.

 

Forgot your inhaler

The brown one, sorry hun.

Forgot to mark that homework

so your teacher thinks it’s undone

I’m not the best mam out there –

I’m not.

 

I always remember

Hugs and pecks on lips;

Bedtime tuck ins, listening to

your same old scripts.

I’m a hopeless case some days –

but I’m yours.

 

Moving On

Hi, it’s been a long time since I’ve posted on here. I’ve been (way too) busy with college and life events, but fortunately college ends tomorrow for the summer – hurray! In other news, it’s my birthday today. This coincides with me trying to deal with an (unusual) addiction that I’m not going to go […]