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Debra Eltringham Poem
IS IT HOT IN HERE?
I`m a physical, mental wreck, waiting for a beard
I have no sense of time, I`m definitely weird.
I`m peri-menopausal, go from blazing hot to cold,
I have wrinkles, bags, am fat, and very very old.
I sometimes find my my car keys in obscure places
I often forget names, while remembering certain faces.
I`m 50 shades of madness, go from saint to sinner,
I eat chocolate for my breakfast, lunch, and sometimes dinner.
I often lie in bed with my heart and mind both racing
bang on red alert when it`s just my pillow I`m facing
I have a yen for change, I want a tie dye dress in blue.
I want to get naked in a field under a snuggly at midnight, true.
I`d rather have a hob nob than a quickie with a stranger
I`ve forgotten all the words to "Away in a manger".
I often google questions, that apparently nobody asks,
The naughtiest I get, is putting whites with colourfast.
I wander round my place with a million good intentions
to complete the jobs at hand, then start dreaming of inventions.
I get time warped, tongue tied, and prickly
I lose my direction and the plot quite quickly.
I`m managing not to pee when I sneeze
I`m doing pelvic exercises would you please.
My sex is definitely not "on fire"
I don`t even fancy Danny Dyer!
Is it Monday today? I`ve forgotten what I was saying..........
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Debra Eltringham Poem
RED PETALS ARE RAINING DOWN UPON MY HEAD
AS IN SILENCE I VISUALIZE THE DEAD
FACES BORN OF MY IMAGINATION SOME SET IN PAIN
SOME SPARED HEREAFTER TO REMEMBER AGAIN
RELATIVES CROAKING HEART WRENCHING GOODBYES
WIVES AND LOVERS WITH TEARS IN THEIR EYES
MY HEART GOES TO MINE HAPPY AND FREE
NO THOUGHTS OF WAR NO NEED TO BE
SAFE IN A COUNTRY WHERE FREEDOMS THE PRIZE
WON BY THE ULTIMATE SACRIFICE
AND ONLY A GENERATION AWAY
I CAN`T FEEL THE EMOTION THAT SOME DO TODAY
Copyright © Debra Eltringham | Year Posted 2007
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Debra Eltringham Poem
SOMETIMES I GAZE UPON THE SEA
TO SEEK THEREIN TRANQUILITY
BUT THE SURFACE CALM DOES MUCH TO HIDE
THE TENACITY OF ITS TURNING TIDES
AND ALL MY THOUGHTS TOO DEEP TO SHARE
I TELL MYSELF ARE SAFER THERE
SOMETIMES I GAZE UPON THE MOON
ITS GENTLE LIGHT FADES ALL TOO SOON
AND DARKNESS LEADS ME INTO DAWN
JUST LIKE A BABY BEING BORN
WITH MY WISHES FIRMLY PLANTED
BEFORE THEY WERE EVER GRANTED
AND ALL MY THOUGHTS TOO DEEP TO SHARE
WERE YOURS TO KEEP SHOULD YOU HAVE CARED
Copyright © Debra Eltringham | Year Posted 2007
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Debra Eltringham Poem
MY UN-FAVORITE THINGS
Bastards and es
and arseholes and wankers,
Policeman and traffic wardens,
and PayPal and bankers,
I want to bind them with duck tape and string.
These are a few of my unfavorite things.
Gobes, and gossips
and stirrers and preachers
Politicians and Catholic nuns
and Ebay and teachers.
I want to kick them all off the park swings
These are a few of my unfavorite things.
When the night comes
and I`m up for fun
and I`m feeling true,
I simply remember my unfavorite things
and decide to share some with you..
By Mary Poppins.. (on acid)
Copyright © Debra Eltringham | Year Posted 2019
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