workshop
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chatterbox jiber jabber yak attack clackin' clatter
this can happen on paper too
it does all the time
I know
I do
as the verbal vandal, striking again,
I ramble and amble to
no logical end
practice and practice
that's what they say
and I could be named
..."Motor Mouth of the Page"
Standing alone for all to stare
immodest limbs slowly sway
taking no notice, doesn't care
what you might think of the display
Only one light on comely form
but, then, one's all that's needed
disrobing has become the norm
gawking and dropped jaws go unheeded
Garish garb is slowly shed
slow dancing to an unheard tune
there goes the cloth of mostly red
full nudity will be here soon
With always busy life
from every side defiled
by those whom unending strife
took to new lows of sin reviled
I suddenly realized
their cold antipathy
successful living demonized
was nothing but a bleak facsimile
of the human psyche unraveled.
the Discontent began -
surreptitious and slow,
stirring beneath a cauldron
of pained resentment
neither owned,
nor wished to know
Assiduously acknowledged as normal, "part of growth"
The blows became insidious
glancing past repose.
Striking at the very heart of her being
This man rescinding his gifts -
His love, His feelings.
Dark Moon
being not fond of moonlight
When I ply my trade
I tend toward the filmy
veil of shadows and
the dark moon mysteries
my excellent night vision
keeps me on target
bringing me to your
irresistible circular stair
where I the candle snuffer
will extinguish your fragile flame
and shed a heartfelt tear
as I witness the fading embers
and the one pure moment
of created dying art
inside each melody --
fragrant spark
playing round us
incandesces everything
at once
on light beams, songs
for their own pleasure play
desideratum's designedly
desiring desist of
insanity's mare of night
melodies play on
nonetheless, so there will
be light in darkest night.
"WHO AM I NOW?"
Margaret Ann Waddicor, 16th November 2010.
A moment look on high
be swallowed by the sky (I did just that and was swallowed)
self esteem find the cream/queen
deep in the mind
unless you are a sychophant
a damned great social elephant.
Prejudices ridden
illusions gone
religion's confusions cleared away
all fear of others judging
what and why you tick
whether you conform to norms
ethical.
Uncoil, with gradual breaths
Open your eyes ,refocus,
twenty twenty vision..
Free
span the breadth
and width , expand.
Laugh, cry, scream
Let it all out.
Expose yourself to reality.
Free.
span the breadth
and width,
expand.
London Is Calling!
Hello all aboard
This is Londoner poet calling
Attention all Londoners
Shirley Harrison is
about to be landing
Unfurl your masks
And
besides her stand
Give a bouquet
or a garland in her hand
All Londoners now stand
Give a standing ovation
To dear Shirley
Who is this Neopoet?
Well known too!
Arrives now early
Welcomes
London to thee
Dear Shirley
Can in the din
You hear Me.?
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harbingers, soothsayers, seers, witches
begone, scat, remove theselves
from my world's events
liars, the lot
tenders of calamity and confusion
the only fate can be known for sure
is my wrath for trifling in my presense
take thy clownish selves to partake
in a carnival of pleasures and games
jokesters and jesters by your sides
and a gaggle of ogling patrons to witness
this silly and sad melodrama you produce
mine own eyes and mind will deliver
the calculus, and decision
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