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Mama Mia!

Ill at ease
Bacardi and coke,sipping,
Ripping a pal
She smokes a cigar
Feels out of sorts
Full of retorts.
But under the front]
She bears the brunt
She wants to be home.

Her man, so decent
Works hard
So recent.
Reached an understanding
To be non-demanding
Reached a peak
Decided to speak
Discuss the issues
Spare the tissues
It's good, not bad
No more jack-the-lad
He's the sun
He's the one.

Suddenly she knows
In the midst of the show
That she's loved...she feels
That her life is real.
She is a wife
She has a real life
She remembers the times
The nursery rhthmes.

Mama Mia's a blast
But see what will last
It's good to remember, good to dance
But life is real
Life is still a romance.

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David's Friends Round For Tea.

When I was young
My friends' parents were old
Tweed-skirted sensible mums
Vague shadows in the kitchens
of my childhood world.
Now I'm a mother,
a shadow of myself.
In my leggings and boots
I have tweed-skirted opinions
And hush puppy ambitions.

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Unique

The poet smoking grass
Or the athlete takin steroids,
'C..R..E..A..T..I..V..I..T..Y'
Or a world full of androids.
White canvas hung up there
Or is the artist taking the piss?
Just ask him the question
He'll say 'It's only what it is.'
The faces of the decent
Or extremists wanting more?
The clever sparkling woman
Or the dinner party bore.
The Muslim or the Catholic?
The Christian or the Jew?
The unique are all around us
Yet remain very few.

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Sun Dancing

At my mother's funeral
'Abide With Me' was played,
It did not sum up who she was yet
A memory was made.
An older memory I have
I was three or four,
My mum and I would join our hands
And dance round the kitchen floor.
At a family wedding
I watched my parents, entranced,
The bond between them plain to see
As,to the band, they danced.
When I grew slightly older
My children came along,
They'd dance and clap and laugh out loud
When I sang their favourite song.
Music,it can bring you life
And dancing bring you light,
Lift your eyes and feel the sun
Let it drive away the night.

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Swan

Usual suspects, usual jokes
Usual banter, usual pokes
Mates forever, friends for a time
Band plays their favourites
And feelings they mime.

Swan glides in and rests on a seat,
Regal and classy-to them she's fresh meat,
Colour has come to their black and white screen
They smile and look friendly but she knows what they mean.

She has saved three months for the dress that she owns
But the vultures around want to pick at her bones
She wants a connection, she's looking for more
But she's come in alone, she must be a whore.

The men have escaped from the kids and the wives, 
Three or four pints and they live different lives,
The drink makes them think they are sex on a stick
But the swan only smiles and thinks 'yet one more prick'.

She knows she won't meet him in this type of place
She knows in her heart his mind and his face
But while she's still waiting she'll fill up her time
With music and laughter and feelings they mime.

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Blue

Blue calm, blue relaxed
Sea-blue, clear blue skies
Feeling blue, blues music
His blue eyes.

When did blue turn purple?
Feel bruised, hurt, sore
Purple of a whore's dress
Purple echoes of a slammed door.

Why did purple turn black?
Leaden, stifling black fear
Can anyone hear me?
Am I still here?

Now I stand on the edge
And I hear them call-
In the distance, blue voices
Growing loud as I fall.

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Having Her Cake

Macho muscle moving in time
To the rhythm and roll of the drums
Big chests and thighs
Come to bed eyes
And tempting tanned little bums.
Loving themselves, loving the looks
of lust from their wet-knickered fans
They stride on the stage
The hormones rage
Greek gods with their muscles and tans.

'I bet they're arrogant bastards' she says
'The type that would love you and leave,
Give me a New Man any day'
As she sighs and her breasts start to heave.

We all want a man who will share in the work
Who will clean out the loo and make tea.
But give her the chance to share more than a dance
With a Chuppendale or three.

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Care

High-backed chairs around the walls
Frame their faces,
A gallery of despair.
Daytime TV droning daily
Offering tips
On cooking and hair.
Care workers lift, soothe, wipe,
Meaning well
Distribute stewed grey tea
Use my first name too loudly
Like old friends in hell.
But they don't know me.
I have always been old to their young eyes,
An empty shell is what they see,
They dress and bathe my body
But they don't touch me.

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Be Free

The wall between us
Is topped with barbed comments
Your searchlight tries to spotlight
My failings and flaws.
In your black and white world
My grey seems vivid
 Compared to your bigotry
Your views without cause.

I've been in solitary
Screaming my name
In your ivory watch tower
You were immune to my pain.
Yet YOU are the prisoner
I have freedom to gain
You will rust and rot
In your toxic rain.

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Sleeping Giant

I am woken again by its snores
And, unable to sleep
I creep
Down to the kitchen for tea and a fag
Try writing a letter, instead read a mag,
Dishes malevolently lurk by the sink
Plants need a drink
And washing, washing, washing.
Life in the country, two daughters, a son,
Housewife, the good life
Contentment not fun.
But the climate is changing, I'm no longer tired
As day breaks it dawns that
This worm can turn if required.
I run up the stairs three at a time
To wake my sleeping giant.