Hang ups,
I’ve got plenty of those
Like a phone with
too many busy signals,
I couldn’t get through to you.
I think the number you gave me was out of service.
You said, “Dial me up”
but the damn phone was a push button.
I called long distance,
the operator said
“Put another quarter in.”
Sadly I only had one thin dime. I wonder if I should have called collect?
All along you had my number. You could have,
given me a ring. After-all I was the marrying kind.
It seems my dial tone was slightly out of tune??
I scratched your number out of my little black book. It was time to find another connection.
I could say I don’t remember you, but that would be a lie.
You are the crush that never made it to speed dial.
(aka… A Note To A Cheat)
The birds and the bees are down on their knees
The bunnies and kittens are riddled with fleas
The chocolates are melted the flowers are dead
And Cupid’s gold arrow turned out to be lead
Although you once rendered me all of a flutter
You’ve skewered my soul like a hot knife through butter
So, where do you go to get cozy and tender
While I lay alone with my heart in a blender
I long since discarded my rose-tinted specs
So don’t tell me that it’s not love, only sex
Did we not each promise till death us do part
Is that why you hammered a stake through my heart
Well, not anymore: keep your hearts and your flowers
I’ll fret nevermore when you’re missing for hours
To love and to cherish, remember that lie?
Be sure to remember this truth, “Goodbye.”
*
P.S… I’m reclaiming my pride that you took
For you never took… my little black book
________________
[Sorry ladies, I’m not up for grabs… this is all make believe]
30 October 2022
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Arms out stretched I reach for the sky
and spin like a childs spinning top
as the rain drips into my eyes.
Im set free , Im top of the world.
14 seconds is all that it took .
She had'nt got my x factor, but she had the looks.
To many photo's and paprazzi around.
And no double barrel surname for you to learn.
Ive already been replaced with the next young guy.
I wish him well and lots of luck.
Keeping a princess happy really tough
And I wonder if I have, nicoles number in my little black book.
For the non x factor readers http://www.mirror.co.uk/3am/celebrity-news/cheryl-granted-britains-fastest-divorce-9087698
The black dog comes without warning
it meanders inside my head
teasing me, testing me, pushing me to
the limit of human endurance.
I hate my weakness. I abhor the crazy
mixed up tears that roll valiantly down
my pale grey cheeks, fatigue envelopes
me in an ice cold shower - I shiver.
There is no respite from pain, though I
beg these feelings to desist. In this dull
ruinous life love lays in the black midden
Where the faeces is rancid on a summers day.
Is it just the grave that awaits me? NOOOO
Perish the thought, I need to live before I die.
I sit upon my garden seat, I pretend not to see that
black rook, I know it is waiting to pick my bones.
I open my little black book, erase all the names of
my past lovers. I pray to the Lord to forgive my
past. Please Lord, let me live before I die...
Release the black dog that haunts me so.
This is my little black
book.
Please open it,and
take a look.
In it,poems you will
find.
Some are sadness,
Some are kind.
These are passages,of
my time.
No truer feelings,will
you find.
Read it till your hearts
content.
Your time with it,will
be well spent.
If you like it,please
read on.
If you don't,find a desk,
to set it upon.
Read it,from beginning
to end.
A message,to your heart,
it might send.
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