Would She?...

Would there be an answer

To her prayers?

Would anyone touch her life

Who really cared?

Or would she grow to realise the best

Times were spent alone

On cold worn steps.

Poem only ©  Copyright Lynn Gerrard

Of Lives & Lies...

Governments and Warfare

Politics and Deceit

Countries blaming the other

Whilst filing each other's receipts

(artwork: Banksy)

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True Love Exposed...

True love

Knows no boundaries

And, thus, must never be restricted

To the subtleties

And niceties

Of all things sweet and tender.

True love

Must also be expressed

Through the pain, torment

And passionate convulsions

Its frenzied course assaults

Upon mind and body

Only then

When ecstasies and agonies

Are allowed to coexist

Can true love be found.

Such is this

I lay before you


My Ode To True Love.


My love for you

Is as gushing

As a burst abscess

As intense

As the agony

From a gangrenous toe

And as teasingly

Unpredictable

As a bucket of vomit

On a trampoline.

Indeed

Through all of this

And more

Know

That you

Are truly loved.

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The Gathering...

I had forgotten how you used to make me feel

Until the night I was reminded

In the Restaurant

After the meal, as we each sat around the table

Everyone laughing and joking 

Oblivious to my discomfort at your presence.

You were threatening to be as annoying as ever

We had shared enough time together for me to notice the signs

Quiet at first

Barely noticeable

Sly digs here and there

Building up the pressure

Your usual devious self

And the more drink consumed the harder you were to control.

Louder and louder you became

The classic party pain that everyone has had to endure at some point.

But why that special night?

Because that is when you are at your best, is it not?

When excitement for the occasion spreads its merry glow upon those gathering

And you strike! 

Relishing the vulnerability of the captive audience 

Unprepared for your assault.

Consuming all the joy and replacing it with your bloated arrogance

Always needing to take centre stage

Overshadowing everything with your vicious rumbling dialogue

A hideous embarrassment for those who suffer you.

You were not supposed to be there

Yet there you were

Tainting every morsel of pleasure

With your increasing demands to be heard.

I tried to shake you off without success

Until unable to bear the invasion of your tone any longer

I had no choice but to leave the celebrations and return home

Where alone, at last, I conceded to find melodious relief 

From the ever-expanding agony

That is you

Trapped Wind!

Poem only    © Copyright Lynn Gerrard