Tom Smithson had never really got on
With his older sister
It had all seemed so easy for her
Whereas he had to work hard
He had to take risks, his technique
His only known way was to give up all
To concentrate
On winning the one thing
He hated her easy roundness
Her apparent completeness
Tom thought that Vanessa
Had never given him any help
Any real thought even...
Most days I would try to write a poem; it is a practice, as I suppose is meditation, or smiling, or watching the world go by
Tuesday, 8 January 2019
Monday, 7 January 2019
Resurgence
Vanessa, superficially
Had settled to be a lady of leisure
Apparently, to the outside world
She was more than happy
To live the life of the trophy wife
Her husband Philip was at Oxford
When they met, both with firsts in English
They came down into the city
Philip was a natural speculator, a natural predator
His portfolio grew ever so quickly
Soon he was noticed by Government
He was ideal diplomat material
Not some old soak...
Had settled to be a lady of leisure
Apparently, to the outside world
She was more than happy
To live the life of the trophy wife
Her husband Philip was at Oxford
When they met, both with firsts in English
They came down into the city
Philip was a natural speculator, a natural predator
His portfolio grew ever so quickly
Soon he was noticed by Government
He was ideal diplomat material
Not some old soak...
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Sunday, 6 January 2019
Fighting Talk
Well I’m not going back
I’m never going back
I have been humiliated
No one cares about my work
No one understands what I want to achieve
Sometimes I even wonder myself
You know, do I deserve
Do I deserve to be on the side
Of those who I see to be underprivileged
Or am I just a spoilt brat
Am I, Aunt Vanessa
Am I, oh please please tell me
Of course not dear; Vanessa paused
You see my dear you have a brain
A mind, a soul, a love, a passion
O you are so lucky
But often it can turn to tragedy...
I’m never going back
I have been humiliated
No one cares about my work
No one understands what I want to achieve
Sometimes I even wonder myself
You know, do I deserve
Do I deserve to be on the side
Of those who I see to be underprivileged
Or am I just a spoilt brat
Am I, Aunt Vanessa
Am I, oh please please tell me
Of course not dear; Vanessa paused
You see my dear you have a brain
A mind, a soul, a love, a passion
O you are so lucky
But often it can turn to tragedy...
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Saturday, 5 January 2019
Shoulder To Lean On
Joe got a bus home
He stopped short of the village
Walked through the woods
Along the riverbank
He paused at the church, sat in the graveyard
What the hell had he done
He heard the words he had spoken
Ringing around his head
It was dark when he sat down
At home, on the leather settee
Desiree was oblivious
To the goings on at the university
Her father had suggested a few days away
Here she was on the south coast...
He stopped short of the village
Walked through the woods
Along the riverbank
He paused at the church, sat in the graveyard
What the hell had he done
He heard the words he had spoken
Ringing around his head
It was dark when he sat down
At home, on the leather settee
Desiree was oblivious
To the goings on at the university
Her father had suggested a few days away
Here she was on the south coast...
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Friday, 4 January 2019
Committed
Well we will need a committee
Said the Dean
With a wry smile
No, no, no screamed Joe
Get Desiree
Get the papers
Get the radio
Get the kids
Tell ‘em it’s going to change
That they have made things change already
And that they, they alone
Can make more of a change
Celebrate Desiree’s work
Tell ‘em that’s what she wants
That is what we want
That is what you want...
Said the Dean
With a wry smile
No, no, no screamed Joe
Get Desiree
Get the papers
Get the radio
Get the kids
Tell ‘em it’s going to change
That they have made things change already
And that they, they alone
Can make more of a change
Celebrate Desiree’s work
Tell ‘em that’s what she wants
That is what we want
That is what you want...
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