you picked me up at a currys in Beckenham
I liked your ear rings
We started our affair
you confessed to have addictions
if not tobacco then alcohol
and how you missed your chance at acting school
It seemed losing ran in streaks
Your father collected anchor butter
as you shot off to your Bayswater sub let
on weekdays
Going to say goodbye to Suzanne
the river flows
its summer but feels late autumn
The contention school is over
There's breath outside Beckenham
Categories:
currys, anger, angst, anxiety,
Form: Free verse
It’s eight, I’m waking up late
the aroma of mummy’s fry
gives me so much joy to cry
It’s nine, admiring my gifts so fine
counting the time to display
this, I’ve been hoping since may.
It’s ten; guess who’s here; Uncle Ben
can’t wait for his Biblical stories
as the Kitchen scents with currys
It’s eleven; I wished for this hour since seven
dancing through the city square
I’m so happy Life is fair.
Hurray! It’s Christmas
and I don’t want it to pass
so thank you Jesus, for this gift of Love!
Categories:
currys, celebration, childhood, children, christian,
Form: Free verse
Walking on the path of time I found
A lover to keep me safe and sound
But I lost her because of my fault
Now I know she was my curry’s salt
Diving into the sea of tears I seek
The most beautiful pearls of joy to pick
I can make a necklace with it
To give her the thing when we meet
Running in the woods I found a rose
I gave it to her to be her close
She threw it away for my mistake
She can shake my world with a handshake
Rising like the sun of dawn I see
She still loves me a lot and needs me
Now I am hungry for love so much
I recklessly long for her sweet touch
Categories:
currys, hope, life, lost love,
Form: Rhyme