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When there was no one about he got himself out
had a right good stretch and a scratch and set off across Amblethwaite Common to find a wildebeest or summat to catch There were nowt but a hedgehog and he couldn't eat that then he wound up in Hector Scholes yard where he came nose to nose wi' a rottweiler called Rose and thought "flippin eck she looks hard" The rottweiler were nice cos she stopped and thought twice about swallowin' our poor Dave whole and said "alright there love then says "heavens above, you need a good feed wheres me bowl" |
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She says "here have some dinner fore' you get any thinner
I could play Auld Land Syne on yer ribcage" she says "I like skinny blokes but your havin' a joke think you'd never bin fed since the ice age With the flame from the Amblethwaite Cokeworks reflectin' in't pond underneath she looked quite attractive stood there in the dusk wi' a sparkle to her eyes an' her teeth |
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She invited Dave to stay at her place that night
a blue Bedford van she called home and the two of 'em got dead nice and cosy as snug as two nits in a comb Now while Rose were quite happy confined to the yard our Dave were bored out of 'is skin so he went out the next day sayin "I'mount the goin' for some prey don't cook utowt I'll bring summat in" There not much call for a jackel in Amblethwaite, but there no gazelles, no wildebeest n'that no wide desert plains and no pampas nor nowt unless you count the spare field by the flats |
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but he found himself on Amblethwaite high street
where the butcher were unloadin' 'is van so Dave went to ground till there were no one around and jumped in and made of wi' a ham Now Rose were that used to eatin' pedigree chum that she didn't take kindly to changethey'd so bein' polite she just buried it that night and Dave didn't think anything strange So once they'd got used to each others strange ways and adapted their lifestyles to suit they lived out their life like husband and wife and had three lots of puppies to boot |
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It's sad I suppose that poor Dave and Rose
passed on many years ago now and though they've long gone their legend lives on if you listen I'll tell you how You see all the dogs in Amblethwaite be they collies or poms, chihuahuas, alsatians or pugs they've all got that sparkle in their eyes and their teeth and they've all got right sticky up lugs. the end ta very glad |
That Time of Year
That time of year again
Summer fading A warm memory Leaves changing colors Cooler nights Bonfires roaring Hot chocolate A treat to warm the soul The holidays are coming Grab your loved ones hands Take a walk In the chilly air Cherish these moments Of serenity and bliss Remember to laugh Remember to smile And most of all Remember to love With all your heart |
Cold and Gray
Cold and gray
Rain drizzling Even the color of the changing leaves Are muted and drab By this miserable weather A sense of sadness Depression so overwhelming I beseech the Mother I plead with the Father Let sun shine on us again To feel the heat Sink deep down Into me Winter is coming soon enough Leave off the gray I don't mind the cold so much Because I can bundle up But I miss the sun Only fall and already I am over This gray and miserable weather |
Big or Little
In the grand scheme of things
Where am I? For that matter Where are you? Are we meant to be The low man on the totem pole Or maybe The first President of the Intergalactic Galaxies Who are we in this world of ours? Who were we in our past lives? Joan of Arc Or maybe Napolean Can we be important? Without some fancy title? Or are we insignificant But still hold the title of CEO Of some Fortune 500 company All this thinking Where does it get me? Do I want to be a big fish? Or is it better to be a little fish? How about I just be me And be happy No matter the big or little Of my place in life |
All Hallows Eve
All Hallows Eve is fast approaching
The time the veil is thinnest Dead are closer And the Living Go on living We have forgotten the old ways To pay respect To those who have already moved on To the next world To celebrate their lives And ask for guidance And protection From those with dark intentions So Living remember well Not all Spirits are evil And you should always respect the dead |
My Forever Muse
I sit here
Next to you Wanting To touch you To love you You are my Muse The power to light a fuse In my heart Down my fingertips Until these words pop out Creating beauty Because of you Wanting To please you Because I need you You are my one and only The only one I need I am no Angel That is true More like a Devil But it doesn't matter Or so it seems You love me anyways I thank the Mother For creating you for me I thank the Father For leading you to me Always Blessed Be |
My
My rock
My weakness My blanket My guardian My comfort My button pusher My heart My soulmate My bestfriend My worst enemy My naysayer My yes man My dear My pain in the ass My husband You are all of these things to me All the good All the bad Through thick and thin Til death do us part |
A Mood
A mood..
A mood!! I am in a mood! I say! Did you hear me? I am in a mood! Don't tell me to smile! I don't want to hear it Why can't I be in a mood? Relish it a bit! Then let it go Who are you to tell me? What I should and should not do? Accept my frown But telling me to smile Will surely get a glare If I am nice about it If not, you might want to run Leave me to my mood! It is mine! And mine alone! My damn mood! So go tell someone else to smile Or some bodily harm might be done |
The Golden Years
To age
To grow old To learn wisdom To live the Golden Years Is a gift Is tough Is a trail of patience Is the hardest thing to do Men age Looking sophisticated With grey and bald spots And laugh lines Women age As if fighting a battle Wrinkles and extra hair And dye jobs out the wazoo There is a certain look That the young have A look of the innocent That you can see from a mile away To be able to live To your Golden Years Is the greatest gift The Gods/esses could give |
Such is Life
Not even forty
Already feeling sixty Wishing for twenty Such is life You are a kid And enjoying it You are a kid But want to be older You are older But want to be a kid again Such is life You are never where you want to be But maybe You are where you need to be You want more More money Bigger house Nice car You want less If you didn't make so much You wouldn't pay so much to the goverment Smaller house Cheaper car Children so wonderful So precious and adorable Then they grow Give me give me give More money more money Give me money and I hate you When did your children become such brats They want want want And they bleed you dry And you wonder if they will take care of you in your dotage Such is life Such is life Such is life Then you die |
Christmas Blues
Here it is
Christmas day A day Of family A day Of friends Of loving And cherishing Or so it is suppose to be A Grinch I am not A Scrooge Oh no not me But to be true This holiday Wether it is for Santa Toys and joy Or for Christ Most holy of births Is lacking Any feeling Of comfort and joy Gimme Gimme Gimme That is all I hear From the young And from the old(er) At night The lights are so bright That the earth itself Is brighter than the sun More lights and more lights Oh my god! Look at my electric bill! Maybe my giving mood Is broken Maybe my tenderness so mild Is tied up in knots Deep in my gut But believe me My heart isn't small Just so very empty |
Spark
Deep within me
A spark My creative core To be released With love from all With song and dance With inspiration from above With the gift of life from the earth Painting pictures with words Conveying emotions through thought Creating art To express my love for all To turn a tragedy Into comfort To put a patch on your soul And pay homage to the suffering My words a prayer Asking and pleading To heal the hurt To love the unloved Seeking forgiveness Sending these words Up into the universe Only the Gods know where |
Words on a Screen
Words on a screen
Scrolling by Some joking Some loving Some harsh Words on a screen Scrolling by You read them I read them We all read them Words on a screen Scrolling by All the same words I cry and you laugh Just because I am not you and you are not me Words on a screen Scrolling by We cannot Control The interpretation of the words Words on a screen Scrolling by We cannot always think Before we speak or type The interpretations has gone all wrong Words on a screen Scrolling by Please Lets remember They are just words on the screen |
An Unspoken Promise
Far ahead of me
Quite a distance before me I see a light Yellow warmth flickering Enticing and beckoning An unspoken promise Of welcome and friendship Of familial love So tender Like tinder A spark igniting A roaring fire That warms us all Reminding me Of hugs and kisses As we were laid down to sleep Now that we are grown Our parents do not give us such goodnights But every night The Mother and The Father The Goddess and The God Kisses us and blesses us Because though we are adults In our human realm We are yet babes To these Celestial beings |
Another Year
Another year has passed
Older but not much wiser 40 a number Old society standard For being over the hill New society standard I have 10 more years To trudge up that hill Lets forget it all Lets dance in the sunlight Be thankful for what was And what will be Years of love and heartache Years of good friends And crazy family Mending bridges Bandaged hearts I am thankful For the years the Goddess has given me Will be thankful For the years the Goddess might give me Will give thanks As it all comes to me Blessed be for you And for me |
The Blame Game
Discrimation
Is a blame game I did it You did it Who did it? Tears from my eyes Pain in my heart One for all And all for one A very rare ideal In the human race Your color is different Your love is different Your ideals are different Thus they must be wrong In the eyes of society Why can't we work together? For the common good No matter your look No matter the way you love No matter the broken ideals of society The rich get richer The poor get poorer Black, white, or purple In the end we all starve Come take my hand Hold my heart In the end we all want the same thing Just from a different view Equality means equality |
Thoughts and Dreams
Thoughts and dreams
Floating in my mind Sparks firing As my imagination Runs wild I cannot focus They will not come together To create a story That all might enjoy Holy Mother! Help me to direct my thoughts Into something productive I just want to share the beauty That I see in my mind With all who might listen Help my bring it all together For me as well as them As above, so below Blessed be |
Hello From The Other Side
Hello from the other side
I have tried calling many times But the wires aren't reliable here A place like no other Neither heaven or hell I just wanted to apologize To the family I left behind I was only human when I walked on that side I made many mistakes in my short lifetime I wasn't the best that I could be It might have looked like I never tried But believe me I did But I realize now it wasn't enough For all of you and even me So please accept my apology In the next life I will endeavor to be better Maybe we will meet again In the next lifetime |
Your Mind!
Your mind!
I love your mind! How quick witted you are! But never cruel! Your mind! Your mind tickles mine! Inciting the sparks to fly! The banter almost orgasmic! Your mind! Your mind so beautiful! Like a new kind if flower! A flower of every changing colours! Your mind! Your mind so beautiful! So wonderful that I want to pet it! So wonderful, I just want to eat it up! |
A Golden Age
I am of an age
A woman of an age When everything starts To show the world That gravity works All to well I am of an age A woman of an age When I might be taken seriously If it wasn't for that HUGE UGLY word Menopausal I am of an age A woman of an age And of a size That society thinks To be ignored To be put aside I am of an age A woman of an age I will not be put to the side To be forgotten I am a force to reckoned with Unforgettable and unstoppable I am of an age A woman of an age I have come far And have farther still to go I have earned my wrinkles With laughter and tears I am of an age A woman of an age Where my wisdom Will get me far But my attitude Will get me farther I am of an age A woman of an age I have been the maiden I have been the mother I am of an age The crone do I manifest I am of an age A woman of an age A Golden Age |
Save Me
Crying in my room
Crying in the shower Crying and hiding Ripping apart Tearing apart Breaking apart Crying in the morning Crying in the afternoon Crying at night Shattering like glass Crumbling like stone Splintering like wood Crying in my mind Crying in my heart Crying in my soul Begging silently Imploring silently Silently asking For help For support Just for a little comfort Falling away Sliding away Plunging down in to the abyss Feeling invisible Feeling disoriented Feeling as if my SELF is vanishing Body hurting Mind hurting Soul hurting Please someone Save me From myself |
Going Going Gone
Heart beating
Breath escaping Head bopping To the beat Feet moving Hands waving Body swaying To the music My toes Can feel The very soul Of the Mother Under my feet The Mother Is calling Calling Me home Pushing This wild feeling Through My whole entire body Like the blood That flows through my veins The mothers call Urges me home Dancing wildly Singing to my heart and soul I can never escape Home She calls to me Like a warm bed On a cold winters night Like a moth to the flame I am listening Mother I am going Going Gone To find my home It is time to heal It is time to mend It is time to be reborn To recharge my batteries I am listening Mother I am going Going Gone |
Poet
Once upon a time
There was a girl I knew her well Her name was Poet And a poet she was Writing and musing Of everyday things Poems of love abound More poems though Of noodles Of seasons Of colors Of friendship And of course heartache She put to pen Every thought To pass through her mind Some were beautiful Eloquent even Others were weird Weird and demented Some even perverted But then she was a poet And truly poets Know the perversions of the world For the perverse Make good fodder For poetry |
The Night Mares
I lay myself down
Praying for dreams Praying for the sweetest of dreams Sweet dreams are made of these But not for me The Night Mares are stampeding Through my dreams Trampling the fields The fields of love, life, and laughter They surround me Stamping their hooves Fire in their eyes Smoke coming out in puffs From their noses I spin in circles Looking for a path of escape But there is no way for me To escape the rampaging Night Mares They raise up And down they come Crushing me with their hooves Breaking and smashing my bones Overwhelming me with fear and pain That follows me into the light of day As I wake covered in a cold sweat My heart beating so hard I cannot catch my breath As I cannot wipe the Night Mares from my mind |
When Is Enough, Enough?
Enough
When is enough, enough? So tired of words Upon words upon words Of how we as humans Should be this way or that But never shows in our actions We as humans have a choice To be of a loving nature Or to be of a wicked nature Choice is what makes us, us Humans What is human nature? Truly? Do we have it in our nature To be altruists? Or are we truly beasts? Hidden in skins of a human When is enough, enough? Our own Police are being used Used as soldiers of yesteryear's To drive the Natives of this land From this land Down a trail of tears Once again When is enough, enough? When we as humans Have the right to cause pain and death To any living creature Be it cat, dog, elephant, or whale When is enough, enough? Where is God with his righteousness? Why does he allow children to be abused And murdered? When is enough, enough? When is enough, enough? When is enough, enough? |
Fight or Die
Do we fight?
Or lay down to die? Do we get up swinging? Or just keep getting kicked? I am on my knees Praying for an anwer From the Almighty Or my fellow human beings Waiting and waiting Straining to hear An answer Am I worth it? Does your life matter? More than mine? Whose life is more important? A man, or a woman, or even a child? Do we fight today? Or do we lay down to die tomorrow? Do we fight for our lives? Or do we get kicked to death? I am waiting and waiting Straining to hear An answer from humanity Is there such a thing as compassion? How much is a life worth? Is there a price tag? How much is my life worth? Or a man, or a woman, or even a child. Do we fight tomorrow? Or did we die yesterday? Do we fight for the lives of those who are to come? Or do will we kick ourselves for our own stupidity? I am waiting and waiting Straining to hear An answer from the powers up high Will we survive? |
A Witch
Which witch is which?
I am a poetic witch A sensitive witch A witch of fine design An artistic witch A mouthy witch A political witch.. sometimes A mental witch A menopausal witch An animal loving witch A witch who lacks patience for those who judge without knowing A witch is a *itch of course But only on days that end in y I am a witch with a morbid sense of humor Or so I am told. As a witch I am not green No warts, but maybe some moles I have a broom that is in my closet For I am a clean witch I do fly the night sky In my dreams looking for friends and family A witch who thinks that the Goddess helps those Who help themselves A witch such as me will protect the ones I love And curse those who try to hurt me or mine A white witch I am not A black witch I will never be But my gray robes do not define me As the Goddess loves me for me |
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