YOU ARE JUST YOU

They all think their lives will be different,

That life and its people will show more forgiveness,
They will NEVER fall into the same traps as you,
Because they wear Vans and you just wear shoes!
You are old,
And they are new,
They are young,
And you are just you!
They will never be Mams nursing sick children,
They will never be bald and mocked by the youthful,
No way, not them,
They are different to you,
You are like 44(?) and they are 22(?)
You have to understand,
You are old,
And they are new,
They are young,
And you are just you!
They know about life,
They're the first ones to live it,
They pretty much exist just to show you how to do it,
They can laugh at your dancing cause they do it better,
They can giggle, and point, and quip and snigger,
They can talk philosophically about all that they know,
And they know, what we know, that they know,
You know?
They invented fashion, and travel, and fun, and sex!!
And can't believe you were born before google and text.
They bemoan their lives away,
Whilst you only just made it,
One foot in the grave,
One still in the cradle....
Yes, I am old,
And they are new,
But they are just young,
So you can just be you!

Second Fiddle

I'm not your side salad, Im the main course!

Im the wine and the gravy and the mint sauce.

Im the calories,

And the laughter,

Im the After 8 mint and Im the banter.

Im the creme brûlée and Im the jus,

Im your Mamas homemade chicken stew,

Im not a taster, Im the whole bull,

Im the noise that you make when you're stuffed full!

Im not your hand luggage,
Im the holiday,

Sand, sea, sun 'n' sex,
I'm the getaway!

Im the take off and the landing,

Im the fine bikini body you've been oggling.

Im the ice cubes,

Im your new shades,

And Im all the spending money that you fucking saved!

Im the soft top,

Im the drive,

Im the wind in your hair, Im the blue skies.

Im your tan lines,

Im the cocktail,
Im the salt that you lick as we set sail.

I dont play second fiddle,

Im the bass line,

Im your good time,

Im a sick rhyme.

Im the beat of your heart,

Like LeAnn Rimes.

Im the daytime and the night-time,

An although you don't know it but you're all mine.

Im the bell chimes,

Im the Big Ben, Im a skinny little fucker but I say when.

Im the drum beat,

Im the foot tap,

Im sweet, sticky honey,

Im the tree sap.

Im not the gambler,

Im the cards,

Im the Diamond, the Spades and the Hearts,

Im the Clubs,

At the races,

Im the bright lights the dice rolls in Vegas.

Im not the penny,

Im the pound,

Im the zeros you count,

Im the horse whip and hound.

Im the gun shot,

Im the booky
Im the odds in your favour, lady lucky.

Im the double up and the double down,

Im the wad in your pocket when you hit town.

Im not a player, Im the coach,

Im the assist that passes the goals!

Im the striker and the defender,

Not here when you're just on a bender.

Im a hat trick,

Im the game,

Im the crowd that is chanting your name.

Im the Captain,

Im the Boss,
Im a bitch as Ref - Im the coin toss.

Im not a sub mate and never will be,

And when I shoot I shoot hard cause youre easy.

Im the hand of God and the red card,

Im the trophy you lift when it's got hard.

I dont play second fiddle,

Im the bass line,

Im your good time,

Im a sick rhyme.

Im the beat of your heart,

Like LeAnn Rimes.

Im the daytime and the night-time,

An although you don't know it but you're all mine.

Im the bell chimes,

Im the Big Ben, Im a skinny little fucker but I say when.

Im the drum beat,

Im the foot tap,

Im sweet, sticky honey,

Im the tree sap.

PINK LANE: Poetry & Performance

PINK LANE: Poetry & Performance - Thursday July 2nd - At Stage 3 Northern Stage. Peaceful Punks - Mightier than swords - Laughing in the face of austerity - Words! ALRIGHT!!! Come and join us for a good old rolicking and stay tuned for more details - Enjoy the new promo! xx

PINK LANE: Poetry & Performance - Thursday July 2nd - At Stage 3 Northern Stage. Peaceful Punks - Mightier than swords - Laughing in the face of austerity - Words! ALRIGHT!!! Come and join us for a good old rolicking and stay tuned for more details -  xx

Told You So!

 You'll end up in prison.

That's where she's heading,
Good for nothing,
Always in trouble,
Baa Baa Black sheep,
Punished,
But done nothin'
All the nothings are exasperated,
The wrongs,
Exaggerated,
Blown up,
Into a shit storm,
Branded.
From birth,
Bad to the bone.
Labeled. Stamped.
So much so,
They cant let it go -
They won't let it go.
Corruption, we'd call it -
Nature vs Nuture,
Trapped in the system,
Of negative behaviour,
Going out of their way,
To trip you up.
When you were in the lead,
Jumping hurdles,
Didn't give up,
Despite the,
Baa Baa Black sheep,
Of the family,
Ties,
Genetics that straggle you,
Wreck your insides.
Stood, in your eye lines,
Judging,
Piping up when it suits them,
Not to cheer you on,
Of course,
But to pull you down from your roots,
To string you up,
With the laces of your hard working boots.
To seek revenge,
No! Not revenge,
Just,
Proving a point,
A self fulfilling prophecy,
That you've heard,
Repeated since the day you were born.
Baba Baa Black Sheep,
Have you any soul?
Yes Sir, Yes Sir,
And you know....
It's better off alone!

On The Chin

Hard, as a rock,
Soft, like marshmallow.
Punches her way through wet paper bags,
Clouds of smoke,
Like being hit in the grid with a feather pillow.
It's not about dishing out the violence,
It's about how you take the blows.
On the chin.
One for the team.
Scraped knees and elbows,
Staggering on the gravel with a broken nose.
I'm not hard,
I just don't know when to stay down.
Like a chav from the olden days.
Easily offended after 4 pints in town.
And my Dad told me so,
'The bigger they are, the harder they fall',
You better put me on my arse pet,
Cause I will come back for more!
See, I don't tire quickly and on that you can sure,
I'll let you pick the battles,
But I'll win the fucking War.

DV

Smacked about,

Kicked,
Spat at,
Punched and slapped.
Almost unconscious,
Given the full,
Whack!
Cracked,
Taunted, her life hijacked,
By a man who claims to love her!
Grabbed by the face,
Guided through to kitchen,
Where the clean knives glisten,
On the draining board,
Her prison.
Praying he can't see them.
Cause in the red mist, he'll grab anything.
Now is not a good time to fight back!
He straggles her, with the same hands that hold her,
Within an inch of her life,
This woman, this woman,
His wife!
And then for good measure,
To prove a point,
To control himself enough not to kill her,
As she gasps for breath,
He trashes the house,
From curtain poles to lamp shades,
Ornaments and picture frames.
Anything he knows that she likes.
That HE PAID FOR.....
"Fat, ugly, whore!"
He's about to go for her again,
But he sees,
Pauses.
Blue lights flash at the window...
An interval -Thank god for the neighbours!

She won't press charges,
And it's the coppers this time,
But it'll be an ambulance next.
A headline in the newspaper,
Everyone wondering why she never just left?!
The police check on the bairn,
To make sure she's safe,
Keep him in the kitchen.
Take her to a safe space.
The bairn,
Sleeps soundly through his unprovoked rage,
She takes offence that they needed to check in first place!
Cause the bairns not at risk,
But it's only another couple of years,
Before she has to listen to this,
Stand witness,
To her own Mam being treat like shit!
They move him on.
Can't arrest him.
Drop him off at mates house,
But he'll back,
In the morning.
Admiring the bruises on his own fists.
A real man?
Pissed!
Claiming he can't remember what happened.
To his sexy little bitch,
Go on, go on,
Give us a kiss?
She sits in bits.
Puffy eyed, barely listening,
Exhausted,
Black and blue,
Defeated,
Swollen.
Faining forgiveness.
Half frightened, half lonely
Reduced to half the person her family knew,
Before meeting Tony.
She half wishes he'd killed her,
Cause she feels she has nothing to live for.
Except the bairn,
But it's only a matter of time before the Socials at the door......
She'll be dead one of these days.
And what for?