Tuesday, 23 April 2019

Paint Me...



Paint me.

Paint me through the rugged brushstrokes

Of your kisses

Through the unbridled urgency of your art

Favour not

A gentle sweep upon the canvas that is me

Allow the passionate colours splayed upon your palette

To thrust the rude energy of their discharge

Throughout and within me

Unreservedly 

Unforgivingly

And let my image be forever embedded

Upon the libidinous landscape

Of your soul.




Poem only © Copyright Lynn Gerrard

(artwork by Guen Dirks)

Monday, 15 April 2019

I Slept...



I slept that night

As would the dead

My body bereft of company

My spirit a graveyard

Of regret




Poem only © Copyright Lynn Gerrard

Sunday, 14 April 2019

My Heart...



My heart

Is but an abandoned theatre

The performance

That was our life together

Nothing more now

Than a fading whisper

Played upon an empty stage

Where loneliness and longing

Replace the thrilling rush

Of an encore




Poem only © Copyright Lynn Gerrard

Saturday, 13 April 2019

I'll Sing You A Song...



I'll sing you a song

My darling girl

I'll sing you a song

Of dead things

I'll sing you a song

Of all things lost

And together

We'll dance on my grave




Poem only © Copyright Lynn Gerrard

Saturday, 6 April 2019

Memories..



Memories

Life's shrapnel

  Piercing the heart

With splintered echoes

Of all that was

And will never be again




Poem only © Copyright Lynn Gerrard

Wednesday, 3 April 2019

Nauseating Narcissism...



I've always loathed the syrupy bollocks spewed out by certain songs...the nauseating stench of narcissism prolific throughout each of 'em...

....songs such as 'ARE YOU LONESOME TONIGHT'. The recipient of such egotistical lyrics was never allowed their own voice...so, I've given them one...



"Are you lonesome tonight?"



What?


"Do you miss me tonight?"


And you are?


"Are you sorry we drifted apart?"


Oh, God...it's you...*groan*


"Does your memory stray, to the bright summer day, when I kissed you and called you 'sweetheart?"


Yeah...and it still makes me want to throw up


"Do the chairs in the parlour seem empty and bare?"


No...'cos I used them to burn an effigy of you


"Do you gaze at your doorstep and picture me there?"


Not since I installed security cameras


"Is your heart filled with pain, shall I come back again"


That would be in breach of the restraining order


"Tell me dear, are you lonesome tonight?"


Am I f**k!!!



Moving on to another cringe-worthy 'It's-All-About-Me-Me-Me' dirge...let's explore the self-obsessed lyrics of Enrique Iglesias' 'HERO'...



"Would you dance if I asked you to dance?"


This is a McDonald's drive-in, not a lapdance club


"Or would you run and never look back?"


Only if you got out the car


"Would you cry if you saw me crying?"


I always cry when I laugh


"And would you save my soul tonight?"


I'd stuff it in your Happy Meal as I fart your name


"Would you tremble if I touched your lips?"


Not as much as you would when I taser you


"Or would you laugh, Oh, please tell me this"


Probably, when I watch you piss yourself


"Now would you die for the one you love?"


I wouldn't even dye my hair


"Oh, hold me in your arms tonight"


Needy little f****r aren't you?


"I can be your hero baby"


I'll remember that if I ever need a dickhead in a cape


"I can kiss away the pain"


Good news for my haemorrhoids


"I will stand by you forever"


Wonderful, I'll be stood on platform 2 at the train station...you can stand on the tracks


"You can take my breath away"


True, but if you promise to f**k off I'll give you your inhaler back




More Nauseating Narcissism comin' soon...



                                                 © Copyright Lynn Gerrard

Monday, 1 April 2019

A Little Bit Broken...



She was a little bit broken

A little bit bent

Her clothes were all ragged

And her hair was unkempt

But for all of the tattiness 

And all of the dirt

She had known love

And love had known her




Poem only © Copyright Lynn Gerrard