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Naomi Jenkins Poem
For more, for less,
For much, much more.
A cook in the kitchen,
The bedroom a whore.
Smiles so varnished,
Completed and glossed.
Not tarnished, infected,
Nor forgotten or lost.
Eradicate all illusion,
I will prevail!
Let us become winners,
So they learn to fail.
Be Godly and wanted,
In knickers and bra.
Not kept under covers,
Or pickled in jars.
Words jump before me,
To slap you in the face.
So you can’t ignore me,
As I step in your place.
You want me to sit down,
Boiling quietly inside.
So you can floor me,
My legs, open wide.
My mother, my bastard,
Our God given rights.
My hang ups, my loses,
Determined to fight.
My brain, my head,
My mouth dried inside.
My fetus, my ovaries,
My legs squeezed tight.
My fingers, my toes,
They long for much more.
Secretly hating the Chef,
Whilst admiring the Whore.
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Brave and bold are you
The green shading what you feel
Stuck to rock with blue
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The lady sits in her black dress
Her back to the white washed wall
Such a contrast like typed words on a page
She tells you her story without a sound
Husband gone, died but fourty years before
(She will mourn but another fourty more)
Children have all deserted, jumped off the island
Agriculture has no future for a medical degree
Chairs sat empty yet organised around her
As if they once had been filled with purpose
A smile, the only entrance fee to her hospitality
A million wishes granted inside a clear liquid bottle
Yamas, Yasas, Na ci calla
Sweet oranges she peels to bid you on your way
She hopes their golden juices might tempt you back
But her heart as dark as her dress knows you won't
And so she waits on the next group to empty
To find her, discover and applaud her
A quaint break from the ancient ruins that slowly devour her
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You made me wear his jacket
To keep me from the cold
As I ushered in the mourners
I cried in fear of the thought
Of his death touching my skin
A feeling of deep sorrow and guilt
I locked myself in Rachael’s room
Hanging his coat on the back of her door
I prayed for them to wait
''Please lord let them all wait''
We were just not ready (or was that just me?)
And yet I open the door to find
These memories have passed
Taking you now with them
I’m not sure exactly where your grave lies
I’m certain next to him in his Sunday best
Placed mid dream faced turned to happiness
Unaware that now I am left
Scrambling through wardrobes
In second hand stores
Hunting out the jacket I once had left
on the back of a door to a room
In a house
full of waiting mourners
If only for one nuzzle, a spark of memory
To take me further back, than the end.
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Mexican beaches of brown
and endless tequila shots.
We are the young expanding life,
while the dead dog rots.
My pockets are bloated with cash,
as the infested streets heave.
I jump aboard the grey tin bus,
glad I had choice to leave
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African winds leave me wheazy,
Dust covering my shoes.
Got my backed turned to the mountains
And my heart turned on to you.
You never said it'd be easy,
I giggled like I do.
God fore bid this wretched place,
But he knows I still love you.
Craddled in my back room blues,
My feet against the wall.
I'm counting out those military beats,
To try and forget it all.
I sweep away the particles
And buff up on my sleep.
The days that you are far away,
I save so I can weep.
Summer is a stranger,
I beg you both return,
For like my toes need painting,
My heart needs not to yearn.
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Your shoulders drop and those Mediterranean knees spread
Into the most relaxed of struts
You are the cockerel in his roost now we are home
A long slow warm passage of air slips through my nostrils
Bringing back the so many times before
In hailing short and deeply, I stretch my mouth for the last time
My ears grazed with foreign text born from ancient breath
The rolling of your tongue romances me
Like it never can in English
I find myself in mental masturbation at the simplest of sentences
So sexual,
‘’Ti cannes moraki mou?’’ ‘’How...do...you...do?’’
Chuckles awake me as the family finds us and replace our luggage with kisses
Jewels planted so softly inside the dimples of my cheeks, then squeezed
Before leaving me in mute.
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A bad taste washes around my mouth,
I screw up my face to spit it all out.
Over Nevada desert and endless sands,
This nightmare place such lonesome land.
Dark night skies over high wind seas,
Sat on the shore, it washes over me.
Blue washed to black as black became deep,
To unknown depths these weak limbs sink.
Darkness, darkness pushing me around,
I stand to fight, but always fall down.
Darkness, darkness covering this compound,
I've searched for light but it's unfound.
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For 'music to my pen' contest - (Poem about Edith Piaf with reference to the song ''no
regrets'' and her autobiography)
Sat up,
Listening to sparrow.
Her every single word.
Loosing my memories.
Each night hoping,
That I might,
One day remember.
Rested head,
Did you hear her?
Each breathe a diamond.
Roughly cut out of love.
Never enough.
Her tears my lullaby.
Oh how I wish,
I could have been,
Her ever lasting spot light,
A warming blanket.
As the suns dimmed fast,
I know she feels the cold.
''No regrets'', I hear echo
''To hell with the past!''
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Aries child.
Set to burn.
Undressed,
Revealed.
Stuck constant,
Like stars.
Placed in blue,
Deeper shades.
Exposed,
Alone,
Afraid.
Lost in poetry.
Spoken in verse.
Broken heart,
Was mine.
Lost in space.
Dark ,
Sealed.
Only comfort;
Being unknown.
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