A poem for Marco

My latest poem will be posted here at a later date but can be seen on the Poetry 24 website, http://poetry-24.blogspot.com/  where it is the poem for Monday 24th October.

There's enough of them already...

 This is very disorganised but that's how I'm feeling today so I make no apology, it just is what it is. 

This is what is happening in my street. Worst of all, they expect me to agree.

Up in arms, prepared to fight, the neighbours are stirred up,

The Club Has Closed.

The drinking den with smoking shelter (optional) attached

is gone but worse to come,

the rumour’s doing the rounds, we saw someone come out

Challenged him

What’s going on, what’s it going to be?

The answer couldn’t have been worse.

Crackhouse, Whorehouse, Paedophiles retreat?

No, worse (of course)

You never would believe what is afoot

Lowering the value of our properties,

The tone of the neighbourhood,

Bringing people in who don’t belong, here.

Yes, that’s right. A Mosque!

Something must be done.

Bring back the boozers, smokers, Saturday night 

shouting-in-the-streeters and

good old local 

Dope sellers.

No Mosque here, we say. 

No Way.

A poem for National Poetry Day

 First, some provenance:-  

Today on Facebook

 First post- 12hours ago

I might try to write a poem for National Poetry Day. Don't hold your breath- current ETA is 11.59pm..............

 

·  update: 11 hours ago

Got notebook, searching for favourite pencil.

  

· update: 9 hours ago

checking Twitter for inspiration.

· update: 8 hours ago

Jeremy Kyle on ITV2

· update: 7 hours ago

think I might pop to the corner shop for some chocolate......

· update: 6 hours ago

my legs need shaving

· update: 5 hours ago

why are my socks all similar but none of them actually seem to match? I'd better get the sock drawer sorted..........

· update: 4 hours ago

making progress. Well, started. Had a good idea, anyway. Now need to leave it for a bit to take our mother for her birthday chinese all-you-can-eat treat. May be some time.

· update: 22 minutes ago

back home now. After we got back to our mother's from the chinese all-you-can-eat we had a lovely chat and she read out her funeral plan to me. Now I'll get on with it before National Poetry Day actually ends.

· update: 20 minutes ago

I'll get on with it as soon as the Taylor/Nicholson darts match is finished

Update: 2 minutes ago

Done! Before the estimated ETA as well. Sharing link to blog post in a few minutes. Well, I hope it was worth the wait. Hello? Where is everybody? Anyone there? Oh no! Don’t say they got fed up of waiting. Bloody Hell, I’ve spent ALL DAY working on this......

Oh well .......

National Poetry Day 

 

For me it’s a whole day off work day

A winnie-the-pooh style of blustery day

It’s a rag-and-bone man in the street day

A bit weird being home in mid-week day

Its goodbye to ‘Palin for President’ day

And a good-riddance-too-we-all-say day

Ninety-nine percent march in New York day

And the media tries to ignore (again) day

It’s the rich buggers making a mint day

and pay off your debts (though you’re skint) day

It’s Cameron being a (k)nob day

Oh hang on that’s actually every day

It’s writing a poem for National Poetry Day day

An I-don’t-think-that-that-really-scanned day

A not going quite as I’d planned day

And a hope-that-you’ll-all-understand day

It’s May in a flap with a cat day

A ‘tear up the Human Right’s Act’ day

A loan sharks and crooks “let-us-prey” day

The long march from Jarrow again day

It’s a Middle East peace is a myth day

Another if-only/what-if day

It’s a what was I trying to say? day

Is it really that time of the day? day

A “hang on while I just feed the fish” day

An everything’s-starting-to-drift day

It’s our mother’s birthday (hooray) day

A 'big hug for the people we love' day

It’s RIP Apple’s Steve Jobs day

And thank you for all the iPods day

His advice- live as if it’s your last day, so

Be bold and creative and happy- today.

well that's what I think anyway...

There is nothing wrong with the Human Rights Act itself, it's the way that it's interpreted that may occasionally be faulty. Obviously. It's similar to Health and Safety legislation; it gets pilloried in the right wing press but you really wouldn't want to be without it, it just gets interpreted over-zealously at times. Like the Qu-ran I suppose, all the problems it apparently causes seem to be the results of differences in interpretation. The Bible, too- I don't imagine there's a page in it that specifically instructs followers to be narrow-minded, spiteful bigots, but some people manage to interpret it that way.

Now there's only one way this is going, isn't there? If it's interpretation that's at fault, then that's what we need to ban/repeal/do away with/write bombastic editorials about, isn't it? 
If only people would stop interpreting things we'd all get on fine. 
Got it? Good.


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I mean it.

Bemused

Bad News: My muse has got the blues, she's under the duvet, says she'll choose to become a recluse, I tried to coax her out but she refused.

Guest Post- The Room Of Abuse

This was written not by me but by someone who has struggled for years to come to terms with his father's behaviour. It seems obvious, when living with an abuser, that somehow their attitude towards you is your own fault. That if only you could change, they might treat you differently. This can lead to self harm and mental illness that doesn't go away even when the abuser is gone. If the abuser is a parent there is a lifelong link which can't be broken, a horror at being tied by your genes to this person who you have come to despise. There is also guilt- that you were powerless to stop them; that you couldn't change yourself into the person they seemed to want you to be (an impossibility, but nevertheless...); that everyone should love, honour and respect their parents and somehow it is your fault that you don't; that you got something wrong, somewhere, but you don't know what it was, or why, or how you could have been different... the litany of self-blame goes on and on. This piece of writing is this person's way of trying to address these issues and a way of placing the responsibility firmly at the abuser's door; imagining a punishment for them that you know will never be administered but that gives you some sense of catharsis and of regaining control. It seems harsh, but don't judge it harshly- imagine the helplessness in being yelled at for asking your father if he'd like a cup of tea because you used the 'wrong tone of voice', and that that is the least and most insignificant example of why this person would like, in his imagination, to punish his abuser.
The whole random quality of the imaginary punishment meted out here, its arbitrary nature, mirrors a key factor in many instances of psychological abuse. The abused person is always being wrong-footed, what was right today is wrong tomorrow, and vice versa. There is no way of guessing, or second guessing, what the trigger will be for an outburst, so there is no strategy for avoiding its inevitability.  
see also 
not averse to verse: Another evening in

The Room Of Abuse-  A Special Hell Designed For Abusers- Generalised Edition. Edit As Required.

The Room Of Abuse, henceforth ROA, is a special Hell thought of, devised as a very personal Hell for the virulent, abusive, pestilent  stains on Humanity that are Abusers. This is the generalised room, feel free to edit it based on personal tastes and requirements.

The ROA is one room that imprisons the abuser, no human contact, only their own voice telling them how crap they are, over and over and over. Listing exaggerations of all their faults non-stop, varying in volume from a near subliminal whisper to deafening bellows 24/7, not that time has any real meaning.  

The abuser will be kept naked the whole time they are in the ROA.

The lights will go on and off arbitrarily at all hours, sometimes after minutes, sometimes after days, food is served out of synch, so breakfast could come in the ‘morning’ of at ‘night’. If the abuser refuses to eat the abuser is tranquilised and force fed until healthy (ish) again, then the ROA continues its regime.

The ROA has one chair at one table, one bed etc, much like a cold, clinical cell. The ROA deposits food when offered on the table via a airlock style hatch and when the abuser sits to eat they may eat safely, or have the chair slam their face into the food, or have disgusting tasting food, only to be belittled and demeaned for refusing to eat the ‘nice food I prepared for you’ told to them in their own voice. The chair, indeed all furniture, may violate the abuser*, or commit physical violence of any sort, at any time, or it may not, with no discernable pattern, keeping the abuser constantly off guard.

Holes may open in the walls and a fist may punch the abuser at any time, at others it may not, just so the abuser is unaware and kept off guard. This may happen at any timer ‘day’ or ‘night’. The hand will look like the abusers, if the abuser has distinguishing marks then the hand will have identical ones, tattoos etc will all be the same. This should really mess with the abusers head nicely.

Sleep deprivation will play a big part, the abuser should fear physically violent and non physically violent abuse at all hours, ‘day’ or ‘night’, and should have trouble sleeping, but suffer if they don’t settle down in bed when told to, so they’ll fear not going to bed as much as going to bed. Many other things like this should be done to keep the abuser worrying about punitive and inconsistent punishment at any time, for doing something that didn’t get punished, and for not doing something that got punished. Much like abusers’ do to their victims/ survivors (delete as appropriate).

Ideally all abusers end up in this special hell, and they bloody well deserve it. Deliberately destroying peoples’ minds, souls, bodies and lives for their amusement, pleasure, entertainment, warped view of reality and as a proxy for their own deserved fate for being evil.

*This was added because my Father, my abuser, has a thing about anal sex and gay men. You can hear his rectum clenching so tight it threatens to suck him into it and create a tiny Black Hole. It is pathetic, really pathetic.

I. L. Y.

A gift for you these three small words I offer,

not looking for an answer

nor for you to proffer

anything,

not comment, good or bad, 

nor look, nor touch,

or even to acknowledge 

that you heard.

Freely said with no conditions, strings attached or 

expectation of 

reciprocation 

for I am allowed to give
of anything I wish 

and do not look 

for a return.

No childishness or hidden meaning holds,

for I am grown up now, and 

someone old as I

knows well 

they cannot keep these words for use,

no benefit accrues to me 

in owning them.

No disappointment, sulks or tears will follow, for

I do not speak to hear,

only just 

to let them go,

like little birds, whose fate 

is out of my control

when they fly free,

to let you know,

three

        little

words

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