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Carl Onwochei Poem
The other me you'd be quite surprised
She wears high heels, makes up her eyes
she parades around, singing lively songs
telling bawdy jokes where she belongs
Upon the stage, she's not alone
for in that bar, the stage, her home.
Dressed head to foot in sequinned gowns
the punters watch her earn her crown.
The greatest sight they've ever seen,
to them she is, the peoples 'queen'.
Every night there in that bar,
They come to watch her, she's the star.
She gives the punters what they want
Singing lively songs, to which they chant.
Then when it's time to close the doors,
she exits with rapturous applause.
They clap and shout and scream her name,
She revels in that loving fame.
When the show is o'er and done,
she's back to where she first begun.
She removes her wig, takes off her makeup,
and now it's time for him to wake up.
Oh there he is, where has he been?
pretending to be the people's queen.
It's back to some normality,
is she a he?, or he a she?
You see, the answer is quite clear,
She's a he and he's a queer.
Earning cash from having toiled
in late night bars,
burning midnight oil.
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We often take for granted
That old man on that chair
The one with funny clothes on
And grey receding hair
But if we close our eyes
Imagine who he used to be
The old man with funny clothes on
Lead a country to victory
You never stopped to question
You only stand and judge
The old man on the park bench
Feeding ducks and eating fudge
It’s once a year you see him
With his medals on display
Standing at the cenotaph
Looking grieved and in dismay
He stands still in reflection
In silent mourning and in grief
For as the clock strikes 11
He lays down the poppy wreath.
In laying down that poppy wreath
In memory of what was
He lost his friends and colleagues
He laid down his life for us.
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Carl Onwochei Poem
They talk, chat shit, they whisper
The things about my life
They really do not know my woes
My troubles and my strife
It boils down to assumption
About things they think they know
Of how I came to be this way
Distrusting, empty, hollow
Of course I stand my corner
I put on my game face
I refuse to even let it show
I will not loose this race
Let them all keep talking
About things they think they know
While they stand there chatting shit
I give them all a show.
It’s worthy of an Oscar
Their rumours, quite untrue
Whilst you speculate on my life
The reflection is on you.
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Carl Onwochei Poem
The other day at work a friend
had asked if i knew you,
I just smiled and closed me eyes and said
"yes. of course I do"
I was speaking in first person,
as though you were still here
we laughed and all he talked about
was that you were always there.
He told me he was struggling,
with problems in his life,
and you, you were his lifeline
You said things would be alright.
`you were a happy little soldier
always laughing with your friends
who would have guessed that months ago
you brought life to an end.
I remember seeing you that very night,
looking troubled, all alone,
I really wish you'd said to us,
we wouldn't let you go
And now it's with such deep regret
I have to say your name,
followed by "he's no longer here"
He chose to end his pain.
But what a lovely comfort
it is to hear them say,
you were somebody's lifeline
we should have had the same.
There is no point in crying,
Now what's done is done,
You left a lovely legacy
And people's hearts you've won.
When you heart stopped beating
you took your final test
but one thing that we all know
God, he took the best.
Fondly remembering Matthew Alex Beddingfield
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