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Delphine Plaskett Poem
Life sucks.
Plucks you from your mother's belly
Weans, silks your skin,
Fondly toys with you
and grows you.
Life sucks.
Slyly beguiles you
To mate, create,
Spit out your genes.
In moments of sin or folly.
Life sucks.
Soon, too soon, it pounces.
And plays a while,
Scratches out your eyes,
Crumples your bones.
Life Sucks.
Finally tiring of you
Life licks out your soul
With greedy slurps,
Smacks its lips, then burps!
Copyright © Delphine Plaskett | Year Posted 2013
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Delphine Plaskett Poem
My first husband
Wore out the arms of his chair
Digging his elbows
Into the soft upholstery
Of our marriage.
I made bright covers with
The fabric of family life
Home, children, pets
But the damage smouldered.
I bought new chairs
To fill the empty rooms
Of divorce and loneliness
But missed the old upholstery.
My second husband
Came with a brand new suite
Cushioned with conformity
It felt comfy and safe.
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Copyright © Delphine Plaskett | Year Posted 2014
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Delphine Plaskett Poem
Opening bottles
Men can
Women can't
Not always anyway.
Some women
Have men's hands
Knobbly and strong
Take my late mother-in-law
Hands good for
Wringing heavy washing
Lifting pints of Guinness too!
Me, useless, needing a man
If only to open my bottles.
Copyright © Delphine Plaskett | Year Posted 2014
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Delphine Plaskett Poem
I sit in bed trying to read
He is pawing me hoping for sex
Which I do not want.
I a too old
Why can't he feel the same?
We have done all that
I would rather stroke the cat.
Copyright © Delphine Plaskett | Year Posted 2013
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