Thursday, 29 September 2016

No Tears...

Another tangent poem of mine that's a work in progress best suited, I feel, to song rather than word, but until such time I find the melody....I shall share with you the piece in its VERY raw state!


I won't cry now you are leaving

 I swore you'd never see me cry.

I'll wear this smile that's so deceiving

But the pretence helps me get by.

I won't walk into our bedroom

And see us lying there

I'll close my eyes on all the good times

And let you think that I don't care.

I won't listen to our old songs

I'll find new ones of my own

Even though the music we made

Plays in my mind when I'm alone

I won't linger over old photographs

Reliving how we used to be

You don't need to know those images

Are etched in my memory

I won't see you both together

And die some more inside

I'll be stronger now than ever

Just too weak to lift that lie

Poem only  © Copyright Lynn Gerrard

Sunday, 11 September 2016

Banquet Of The Damned...


Where I wait

Beneath your bed

Dust lies thick and heavy

A luxuriously

Perverse carpet

Of your desquamated flesh.

Each foul flake

Of your body's detritus

Sits well upon my tongue

A tasty reminder

Of your ever decaying state.


A groan

And your shape shifts above me

As troubled slumbers scurry

To warn you of my presence.

An impotent gesture

For already

The sinuous tendrils

Of my unholy appetite

Hasten to hold fast

And devour

Your squirming soul.

Exquisite .

A whimper

As the seeds of your discomfort

Bury themselves deeper

Into the fetid treacle

Of your prickly dreams

Allowing a restless foot

Escape from its weighted trappings

To dangle tauntingly

Towards my eager maw

And through this offering

Sweet ecstasies are reached

As I pull your feeble form asunder

Dragging it greedily to my septic lair

To share with me the banquet

Of Hells savageries. 

Poem only ©  Copyright Lynn Gerrard

Wednesday, 7 September 2016

Mrs Chitter Chatter...

She's Mrs Chitter Chatter

With the gaily painted banter

Who befriends you

So you'll tell her all your stuff

And when that's done and over

She'll move on because she's bored now

Once her gossip coffer's bulging

You're rebuffed!

Then she'll move on to another

Whilst their secrets she uncovers

Before sharing theirs and yours

With victims new

And through her twisted dealings

Caring nothing for folks feelings

She'll exaggerate the truth

To suit her mood

Then devouring the attention

Of her scandalous inventions

With the knife she used

To stab you in the back

She'll dissect your reputation

To seek others adoration

As compensation for the character

She lacks!

But feel not bruised nor bitter

By Mrs Chitter Chatters chitter

'Cos it's pity

That she needs above all else

As she'll never know true friendship

Her ways undone all pals will exit

And she'll end her days

In the company of herself.

Poem only ©  Copyright Lynn Gerrard

Saturday, 3 September 2016

The Awakening...

(My original title for this ode was 'F**k Them All'...general consensus suggests that I should have stuck with that....and I concur!) 

I have wasted

Too many years

And I have shed

Far too many tears

Tolerating those

Who don't deserve

The enduring compassion

Of my mental reserves

And so no more

Will I withstand

The self-centered slap

Of their hypocritical hand

I'll live my life

For me and mine

No more encumbered

By their wasting my time

Poem only ©  Copyright Lynn Gerrard

Sunday, 28 August 2016


I etch my name

Into the wall

So there will

At least remain

An echo

Of the misery

That was me

Poem only ©  Copyright Lynn Gerrard

Saturday, 27 August 2016

The Shelf...

There is a shelf

Within the heart

Upon which

There sits love

Sometimes you have to

Let it go

But it may need

A little push

Poem only ©  Copyright Lynn Gerrard

Sunday, 14 August 2016

In The Mix...

Find me the recipe

For a perfect mum

And let me

Bake you a cake

And when I do

Be sure to chew


On all the mistakes

To savour what real mums

Are made of

'Cos they're not

Just sugar and spice

They're little nuggets

Of worry

Mixed up with some

Misplaced advice

But that's because all mums

Are human

And sometimes

They think they know best

So they do what they do

And place guidelines for you

Which you, in turn

Try to resist

And sometimes

Mums make wrong decisions

But not out of malice

Nor mood

But because life does not

Make it easy

To do the right thing

For ones brood

So when next

You spend time disgruntled

Wishing mum had

Given you a break

Take time to appreciate

The flavours

Of the love

She whisked into

Your cake.

Poem only ©  Copyright Lynn Gerrard