I drown.
I sink.
I’m trapped below a bed of loose leafed paper.
I feel unable to breathe.
They clamour.
They holler.
The commotion engulfs my tired mind.
The noise overwhelms.
It’s sweltering.
It’s boiling.
It’s muggy by my desk.
The feeling is unbearable.
Feel bewildered.
Feel bemused.
Feel lost as the content mystifies me.
The brain freezes.
I lift.
I bus.
I’m home.
I relax.
I forget.
- Jack Green, 07/12/10
Tuesday, 7 December 2010
Monday, 6 December 2010
6th December - Corrie
Corrie isn't real,
It's all make believe,
The tram crash was so
Half the cast could leave.
The attack with a hammer
Was brutal but fake.
So no real death,
Just good ratings it makes.
The suspense of belief
Was a real rare treat
So happy fiftieth to
Coronation Street.
- Jack Green, 6/12/10
It's all make believe,
The tram crash was so
Half the cast could leave.
The attack with a hammer
Was brutal but fake.
So no real death,
Just good ratings it makes.
The suspense of belief
Was a real rare treat
So happy fiftieth to
Coronation Street.
- Jack Green, 6/12/10
3rd December - Hell on Earth
* Apologies for lateness! *
She drinks and smokes and steals my food,
Her jokes are bad, her comments crude,
Uncorks my wine, consumes it all,
And passes out against the wall.
I run away, get on a train,
And even then she hurts my brain,
My room is entered, more wine gone,
Surely she knows that this is wrong?
She’s been attacked and wants advice,
On top of the inflated price,
It’s not a thing that I expect,
And lacks professional respect.
Its 2am, I’m in bed, frightened,
Awful racket, senses heightened,
A lad comes in on her command,
Why? I fail to understand.
It’s clear that I must get away,
Escape this awful Groundhog Day,
An email to my work is sent,
About the awful discontent.
Monday morning I find somewhere,
By Tuesday I am out of there,
My experiences I can now erase,
As I relax beside the fire-place.
- Jack Green, 3/12/10
She drinks and smokes and steals my food,
Her jokes are bad, her comments crude,
Uncorks my wine, consumes it all,
And passes out against the wall.
I run away, get on a train,
And even then she hurts my brain,
My room is entered, more wine gone,
Surely she knows that this is wrong?
She’s been attacked and wants advice,
On top of the inflated price,
It’s not a thing that I expect,
And lacks professional respect.
Its 2am, I’m in bed, frightened,
Awful racket, senses heightened,
A lad comes in on her command,
Why? I fail to understand.
It’s clear that I must get away,
Escape this awful Groundhog Day,
An email to my work is sent,
About the awful discontent.
Monday morning I find somewhere,
By Tuesday I am out of there,
My experiences I can now erase,
As I relax beside the fire-place.
- Jack Green, 3/12/10
Sunday, 5 December 2010
5th December - For Paul
West Brom 3 Newcastle 1,
For the toons it’s all gone wrong,
And with Sunderland winning 1 to nowt,
It leaves them feeling down and out.
But never fear for tonight,
England shall reign with strength and might,
And crush the Australian machine,
And leave them crying on the green.
- Jack Green (5/12/10)
For the toons it’s all gone wrong,
And with Sunderland winning 1 to nowt,
It leaves them feeling down and out.
But never fear for tonight,
England shall reign with strength and might,
And crush the Australian machine,
And leave them crying on the green.
- Jack Green (5/12/10)
Saturday, 4 December 2010
4th December - Fish and Chips
Fish and Chips is a beautiful meal,
It makes me feel alive,
The light dusting of salt,
And a vinegar coat,
Makes a perfect life.
It's basically, heaven.
With a slice of lemon.
- Jack Green 3/12/10
It makes me feel alive,
The light dusting of salt,
And a vinegar coat,
Makes a perfect life.
It's basically, heaven.
With a slice of lemon.
- Jack Green 3/12/10
An apology
Blogger wouldn't load for me yesterday, so my poem for the 3rd (which is written) won't be published until monday when I'm back on the work computer. Sorry!
Thursday, 2 December 2010
2nd December - Joy, Orbit, Gloom, Crisps and Birds
Joy means delight.
Delight means gladness.
Which some would argue,
Is the opposite of sadness.
Being sad is gloomy,
Which of course means dim.
And a big bright glow,
Is a perfect antonym.
A glow can shine,
And a shine can gloss,
Of which another interpretation,
Is to spin the goss.
To spin can mean to turn,
Rotate or loop,
In the way a planet orbits,
In a giant hula hoop.
A hula hoop is a crisp,
And a crisp has crunch,
And when you have them,
You chomp and munch.
To munch means to masticate,
No, that’s not rude.
It’s the normal kind of thing,
You always do with your food.
A classy word for food,
Is a French one – cuisine,
Which actually means cookery,
Yeah, that’s what I mean.
To cook can mean to bake,
Boil, fry, grill or roast,
And the latter is the one
That I love the most.
To Roast a nice big bird,
With all the festive trims,
brings me right back round to joy,
My all time favourite thing.
- Jack Green 2/12/10
Delight means gladness.
Which some would argue,
Is the opposite of sadness.
Being sad is gloomy,
Which of course means dim.
And a big bright glow,
Is a perfect antonym.
A glow can shine,
And a shine can gloss,
Of which another interpretation,
Is to spin the goss.
To spin can mean to turn,
Rotate or loop,
In the way a planet orbits,
In a giant hula hoop.
A hula hoop is a crisp,
And a crisp has crunch,
And when you have them,
You chomp and munch.
To munch means to masticate,
No, that’s not rude.
It’s the normal kind of thing,
You always do with your food.
A classy word for food,
Is a French one – cuisine,
Which actually means cookery,
Yeah, that’s what I mean.
To cook can mean to bake,
Boil, fry, grill or roast,
And the latter is the one
That I love the most.
To Roast a nice big bird,
With all the festive trims,
brings me right back round to joy,
My all time favourite thing.
- Jack Green 2/12/10
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