i am falling together like
a clever origami piece
deftly unfolded into breathless bright Cities

im shaking you off
these many legged crawlings in my fur
i found the way
to breathe you out and make you run

as sheets fall
dust fills my air but
i found the way
to suck it up and lemon scent

i am becoming un-lost
Heart, you’re done counting

You can come find me now



we have too much to say to you
to write in one line

my head starts to throb as they
turn up the dial
i see light all around but
they show me the dark
is it me?
am I mad?

we can’t show you everything
not yet
we have a plan for you

My head may be aching
But my heart is worse
I only want to be

In Two Different Rooms

in the silence
i forget the noise
in the class room
i forget my toys

In the cold
I forget the warm weather
In falling apart
Forget being together

In my shame
I forget to be proud
In my quiet
I forget to be loud

In my crying
I forget I can laugh
In my exploration
I forget my path

In my fury
I forget my calm
In harsh calculation
I forget the charm

In my worry
I forget my peace
In my starvation
I forget the feast

In the darkness
I forget the light
In being all wrong
I forget there is right

In my mind
I forget my heart
In my endings
I forget I can start

In my youth
I forget I’ll get old
In nobody speaking
I forget I was told

In my caution
I forget about chance
In my standing aloof
I forget I can dance

In my despair
I forget I can smile
And when I was alone
They were there all the while

In my stillness
I forget how to move
but I can never
forget about You.

You have a Painting in your Attic

Looking again
I never realised that parts of you
Stuck out like broken bones
And the smell of too much cologne hung off your skin
Like flakes of rot

I never realised
Your skull was so scuttle-like and mottled
Greyed and stained like a stepped over dust sheet
Or your dim paper boy walk, heavy booted and clumsy like a
Darted fat drunk.

I never saw
Your  eyes
The colour of warm lager that washes out the taste
Of the morning after
Or the words spat from your split lips
Propaganda of your times
Self serving, blank and sharp suited in their sell-something eloquence

No I never realised

But now I look again

I do.

Someone Like you

You and your migraines are
Your reasoning outrageous
You, your head, your heart they never meet.
Good job that you’re in fashion
Because with your lack of passion
You could never sweep a woman off her feet

And you make me feel
I am out in driving rain
I am lonely, lost and missing you
And that makes me insane?
And all the bits of me I have lain
Out for you
You regard with a cold indifferent blade

And your every word is another nail
Every omitted kiss another fail
I wonder what is it that makes you glad?

Too afraid
To feel the sun on your naked skin
To be pulled inside out from within

Too scared
To risk a fall and bleed
To reach too far for what you need
To hold my hand while you run
To let go, to dance, to breathe, to jump

To have your heart

See I only wanted to leap off cliffs with you
Into some unending painted blue
But I’m sorry.
I know that was too much to ask
Of somebody like you.

The Sun Can go Out

there’s no point in anything
if im not pretty to you
ill throw out all my dresses
and all my high-heeled shoes
cos there’s no point in anything
if im not pretty to you

I’ll stop wearing mascara
I’ll stop dying my hair
I’ll never put on lip balm
Won’t slip on pretty underwear
Because there’s no point in anything
If you don’t care

And I know I knew that guy
In the past we had a thing
But now I’ve met you darling
All of that was just a fling

and there could be
that guy
mr pretty off TV
but they don’t mean a thing
unless you come to look at me

The sun can just go out
And the moon can disappear
The music can stop playing
All the day can turn to fear
Because none of it means anything
If you don’t want me here

So I’ll throw out all my dresses
And all my high-heeled shoes
I’ll only wear the blacks
And I’ll listen to the blues
I’ll just stay inside
Because there’s nothing else to do
Because everything is missing babe
When I am missing you

I’ll only count in ones
If we can’t count in two
because there’s no point in anything
(that’s anything)
if I’m not pretty to you


I Like Your Trousers

I like your trousers

On my bedroom floor

And a mug of earl grey

Who could ask for more?


And I forgot

What we were fighting for

When you left your jumper

On my bedroom floor


And I was watching this movie

But now it’s such a bore

Because you’ve left your boxers

On my bedroom floor


And I’ll stop writing

If you lock the door

I like your trousers

On my bedroom floor



redraft from 4/9/11

When You Open Your Eyes

I decided to write a poem to dedicate to Rickford and Emma and their baby Julian. Born 5 August 2011. I’ve not told him about it yet. I don’t think it’s up to scratch at all…I wanted to write something epic, but I got this:

I have a gift for you
When you open your eyes
I hope you like
Your surprise

It’s the sky

It goes on forever

I will tie it up in a
red bow
And put it in a shoe box

Don’t forget
It’s all for you.

And if I could be the weather
Rain would only fall in fairytales
Clouds would be only sighs
And the sun would never set
Until you closed your eyes

And one day I will teach you how to fly

I have a gift
It’s all here waiting
For you
When you open your eyes.

A Reason to Stay away from Carling

(Or to drink more of it. You’re call.)

I found Jesus. He was in my Carling
He’s such a perfect little darling
He was in the blue dress
The one he always wears
And a look from those eyes took away my day’s cares

I found Jesus he was in my Carling
Such a sweet self-righteous darling
He told me I shouldn’t
When I knew I should
He said we weren’t allowed – I said now we could!

I found Jesus he was in my Carling
But it grates to spend time with such a sweet little darling
I was a bit annoyed
When he decided to amble
Across my G & T in his dirty sandals

And I soon tired
Of that warm lamb-like stare
He kept telling me stories
To write down and share
I couldn’t say
Look sorry Jesus…I don’t actually care

I found Jesus, he was in my Carling
He’s so bloody sweet and such a darling
But I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t
Felt a little bit better
When he hopped onto the next table
Into somebody’s Stella…

Frank’s Poem – Whispers

word 21 donated by Frank Richards

You stormed in
And wrecked my pavements
While I listened
To those whispers
Of escape
In your eyes
When will what is mine
Come back to me?
As that swift light
Sweeps the days across the green
Clouds hold fast despite rain
I picked these flowers for you
And on your return
They will turn to the sun
And close their eyes

Wai’s Poem II – Shadow

word 20 donated by Wai Fun Soo

I will drink in
wordless joy of sunlight in cities
I will touch nothing
At the heart of something

I will sing in flickering silence
dance through windswept stillness

I will be held in arms
I will write sonnets
I will cry and be comforted
I will climb

I will run
As fast as legs will carry
I will dream in candle lit breaths

I will hold hands
Read poetry out loud
Pour my heart into bowls
Share secrets
Be proud
I will move

I will stretch to hear words from the sky
Catch cold raindrops from clouds

I will indulge in senseless elation
Because it made sense at the time
I will feel safe
I will know that life falls
like sheets from windows

And as the world grows about me
I will lose myself
I will be caught on claws
I will be frightened
Shamed, broken, left behind
But clear a path to find my way again
I will live other lifetimes
I will learn, let go
I will be picked up, spun around
And kissed

I will cry for beauty
I will shout to the silence
And in my fury catch its voiceless reply
I will expire with thanks on my lips

And as fast as I run
You will be my every step

Oh that you were not only a shadow

Anon’s Poem – Parsnip

Word-a-day 14 donated by Anon/a parsnip
A Parsnip Tragedy! No issues whatever writing this. I got interrupted and added the second ‘chapter’ later on. But you can enjoy the first on its own.  I wanted to examine an issue but was sick of being so starkly miserable about it all the time. So here we have it. The sad slimy fate of the Parsnip. Enjoy.


There was a parsnip
It was stuck
In the ground
And in the muck
It wasn’t very comfortable
So I tried to dig it up

But I didn’t have the tools
You can’t help me honey
You got to follow rules

There was a parsnip
It was stuck
In the ground
And in the dirt
It wasn’t very comfortable
I guess it must have hurt

It wasn’t very cheerful
Even with me around
All I could hear was wind and sun
And a painful growing sound

There was a parsnip
It was stuck
In the ground
And in the earth

It wasn’t very comfortable
I guess it’s been that way since birth

It wasn’t very happy
Even with carrot’s company
It wasn’t pleased
With the potatoes
Didn’t like they way they teased
And as for those cabbages
Well they held a full revolt
And on first sight of me’ the parsnip said
they all set seed and bolt
And as for the sweet flowers
On those sweet looking garden peas
Well the things they say they’d bring me (if I had them) to my knees

There was a parsnip
It was stuck
In the earth
And muddy black
I couldn’t get it out of there
For fear that it might snap

There was a parsnip
It was stuck
In the ground
In front of me
How I wish I could pick that parsnip out
And take it home for tea



There was a parsnip
It was stuck
In the earth
And in the dust
I know that it was silly
But I think I fell in love
I tried to talk it round but no
Leave me be!‘ the root insisted
And as I watched the parsnip grew
Old bitter dry and twisted

There was a parsnip
It was stuck
In the earth
And in the clay
And as the parsnip turned to muck

I could only walk away

Abdullah’s Poem – Being

8th Word-a-day donated by Muhammad Abdullah Hamzah
My Sense of Being

I have a sense of being
Sadly taken ill
So I leave it in the sunshine
Right on my windowsill
I feed it milk and chicken soup
I hear it makes things better
It’s not allowed outside without
A great big itchy sweater
It always takes its medicine
And gets a good night’s sleep
I make sure it always wears clean socks
And its bedroom’s nice and neat

But after weeks of trying
My sense of being’s still quite sick
I hope that it’s not dying
My chicken soup won’t do the trick
I had a sense of being
But now its lost its sense of smell
I can tell you my sense of being
Still isn’t very well

I have a sense of being
But I awoke to find one morning
My sense had already woken up
While I was still there yawning
It was running round the landing
And climbing on the stairs
Hiding in the cupboards
And jumping on the chairs
It was drinking all the cola
And eating all the fruit
It was playing with the sat-nav
And planning out a route
At this point I had to intervene
Because I found it too bizarre
When my sense of being stole my keys
And tried to nick my car

I have a sense of being
It’s really part of me
But sometimes me and being
Don’t get on too well – you see?

I have a sense of being
But it had a ‘”nasty fall
And I can tell you my sense of being
Isn’t doing well at all

Dan’s Poem – Salad

5th Word-a-day donated by Dan Helgi í Gong
The Evil Salad – ‘Never Turn Your Back on a Salad’


Next time you eat some salad

Make sure you don’t turn your back

You might just find yourself

Under unprovoked attack

One day when sat with my bowl of leaves
Though you might find it hard to believe
I can assure you it wasn’t in my mind
My salad was being unjustly unkind
The chicory couldn’t speak without swearing
The endive insulted the clothes I was wearing
The iceberg was just acting cold and uncaring
And as for the raddichio
He was quite bitter
And the baby gem said ‘Oi ugly! How come you’re not fitter!?’
And I don’t even think a good mind should know
What filth arose from the head of the lollo rosso
I was hassled by the swiss chard
Called names by the romaine
The lambs lettuce baa-ed
And the batavia was a pain
The celery’s input made me blanch
The olives did not extend a branch
The rocket exploded with unhelpful intrusions
The spinach made scathing and hurtful allusions
(And let me take this chance to digress
I overheard the watercress
Persuading the baby leaves to undress)

Eventually I threw the lot away
I never liked salad anyway

Mai’s Poem – Mermaid

1st Word-a-day donated by Mayuko Iriyama

I have a friend
Who has a fishtail for legs
It’s a massive inconvenience down at Tesco’s
And she gets quite
At the fish counter.

When we go shopping she doesn’t normally opt for heels
And she can never get jeans that fit

She prefers calamari
to cod and chips

If I’m feeling particularly mean
I push her over and run
I know it’s a cheap shot
And it makes her self conscious
But she always wins in the 100 metre front crawl.

And even though I think it’s odd
The boys seem to like the whole shell-bra thing.