Charming Collaborations #5

IF ONLY

Why are you still fucking talking
Because the words out of my mouth have meaning
Yet your homespun philosophy bores me
At least I don’t feel compelled by needless preening
Do you think that this is it?
That our relationship is built on shit ?
Well, it’s you that cannot follow instruction
You know what ? I’m done, I quit !
I hope that isn’t an attempt at seduction
If only.

Written in collaboration with @Matt at aprolificpotpourri.wordpress.com ©2023


Early Morning Word Wednesday: Poetry Collab #1…

Charming Collaborations #4

“Touch And Go”

were i to ask
for truth,

which would
you spin?

The kind that
pushes
back…

or lets me in?

Written in collaboration with @grumpygorman at handsinthegarden.com ©2023


Charming Collaborations #3

“Untitled”

time coasts past
like clouds of
dream

sweet spoken words
lost in-between

the truth’s not
really what it
seems,

so often bared,
but seldom
seen.

Written in collaboration with @grumpygorman at handsinthegarden.com ©2023


Charming Collaborations #2

“But My Eyes Still See”

not every quiet’s
golden,

some grow rank
with mold,

blue blooming
with decay

with truths we’ve
fail to say.

Written in collaboration with @grumpygorman at handsinthegarden.com ©2023


Charming Collaborations #1

“Not Too Rough”

she said she wasn’t
built for this

but was too smitten
to resist the risk,

stating “let’s just see what
happens”

numb from being flattered
and then flattened

by the well meaning
hands

of some overly
eager
man.

Written in collaboration with @grumpygorman at handsinthegarden.com ©2023


“I’ll Probably Never See You Again…”

When I first started 
Posting here
I was struggling
To hold on
A deep sadness
Had engulfed me
And all
Of my hope
Was gone

My partner
Of nigh on
Twenty years
Had died
Just four months
Before
My heart
Was broken
And my life,
A token,
I was failing
To endure

Because, you see,
He'd been taken
From me
In the most horrific way
To witness
If you've never seen it
I can tell you,
With feeling,
Cancer's a cunt
Of an illness

So I began
To write again
As a way
To express
My emotions
Thinking,
At best,
I might get
Some rest
By recording
My rambling notions

I knew
From the start
Some readers
Would baulk
At the truths
That I'd lay bare
Suicidal thoughts
And self harm,
Of course,
All referenced
Without a care

But I had to be
Authentically me
And reflect
What I
Was feeling
Even though I knew
The words
I'd spew
May leave
More sensitive readers
Reeling

And yet here
I have found
Such a welcoming crowd
Who've helped me
Hugely
When times were tough
For their patience,
Kindness,
And understanding
I could never
Thank them
Enough

So if you find
From here on in
That I'm no longer posting
As often
Please know that you are,
In no small part,
The reason
I've started
To soften

And as for me
Well, I will see
If I can continue
To reduce
My pain
But I'll take
Some comfort
And feel
A little triumphant
Knowing,
At least,
I entertained

❤️

Honesty At Year Three

So today marks the beginning

Of WordPress year three

Happy two year anniversary to me

Quite a lot has changed

Since that first post

Not least the number of people

Seemingly engrossed

In reading my innermost thoughts and feelings

Which I admit even now

I have a hard time believing

For there are far more talented writers here than me

Whose focus isn’t madness, sadness or profanity

Yet as I’ve looked back over posts of the past

I see my words gradually getting lighter

Perhaps this is due, in part,

To my life being that little bit brighter

So, I hear you ask, will my future posts just become asinine?

Well, I suppose, your guess is as good as mine

But one things for sure

You’ll still find me here beneath the armour

Writing, posting and chatting

As your ever grateful Little Charmer

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