Wednesday, 14 August 2019

And Yet...


The most beautiful

And yet

The most cruel

Of afflictions

Poem only © Copyright Lynn Gerrard

An Angel...

An angel

Sent me a feather today

A gentle reminder

That despite my dismay

An ethereal being

Is guarding my soul

Guiding my actions

Directing life's goals

And thanks to this token

It's now very clear

I am what I am

'Cos of dear Lucifer

Poem only © Copyright Lynn Gerrard

Thursday, 6 June 2019

I May Be...

I may be old

I may be dated

Much of me

May be battered

And jaded

Yet, my ancient husk

Despite the grime

Still holds

More tales of 

Once Upon A Time

Poem only © Copyright Lynn Gerrard

Friday, 17 May 2019

The Lint Roller...

When we are born

From the moment we're pushed out

Evicted, through grunts an' shouts

It begins

The sticky stuff covering us

Starts attracting life's detritus

And it clings

The midwife may wipe it off

But that does not mean

It's not there

Collecting from life

Every hurt caused by strife

Until we're

Worn down by the weight of it

Self-worth fading bit by bit

Losing hope

Of ever recovering

As problems keep piling in

It's like a coat

Made entirely from misery

And societies warped trickeries

Heavy and coarse

And like lint roller fluff

It builds up and builds up


...let's just PAUSE

As tough as the job may be

There ARE ways we can be free

Over time

By seeing each challenge

As a positive to be managed

And not a bind

And by changing our focus

From the negatives that poke at us

Soon enough

Life's lint roller will clear

We'll face the future without fear

And our fluff will have finally

Fluffed off!

Poem only © Copyright Lynn Gerrard

Dear Mental Health Issues...

Dear Mental Health Issues

You free-loadin' tossers!

Squatting there inside my mind

Thinking you're the bosses

Of all that's me an' all I am

Trying to make me feel

Worthless, useless, hopeless

As you gnaw at my self-esteem

Well, I've had a little look at you

And here is my assessment

So crawl, parasites, from your lair

It's time for YOUR debasement

ANXIETY, you cunning runt

Warping my perception

Of life events as you invent

Distraction through deception

Flooding me with dread and fear

Each time I dare to feel

A little spark of freedom

Or a chirpy chink of cheer!

And then there's you


You prick-ly, pilfering coward

Stealing all resolve from me

To make YOU feel empowered

Causing me to choke and gasp

As heart begins to pound

Sweating, trembling, vomiting

My life's clock counting down

And don't think I've forgotten you


Pecking at my liberty

By installing paranoia

Holding me a captive

Trapped inside my mind

Social trepidation

Keeping me confined

Within the walls I know as home

Where even there I fret

Thanks to your convincing me

That everywhere's a threat!

But you don't work alone with this

Your sidekick's OCD's

Each acting as my jailer

Enforcing actions on repeat

So my time is all consumed

By needy, needy you

Inducing my distress as I obsess

In all I do

Whilst YOU, dirtbag DEPRESSION

Skulk sleazily in the wings

Preparing for your entrance

When you'll play with my feelings

Instilling me with hopelessness

And blinding desolation

Revelling in my deep despair

 And disassociation 


Is what I say

Each of you must go!

It may take time but all my mind

Will once more be my own

And on that day I'll celebrate

When finally it's revealed

How weak YOU are

How strong I AM

And how much YOU needed ME!

Poem only © Copyright Lynn Gerrard

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



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 soul, 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



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, I've given them one...

"Are you lonesome tonight?"


"Do you miss me tonight?"

And you are?

"Are you sorry we drifted apart?"

Oh,'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 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

Tuesday, 26 March 2019

Selfish Droplets...


Those selfish droplets

Of pain

How heavy they fall

And how unforgiving

They lie

Poem only © Copyright Lynn Gerrard

Tuesday, 12 March 2019

Theatre of Souls...

Where once they sat

As piano played

And arty types

Pranced on the stage

There lies but dust

And musty air

Shrouds restless souls

Who still walk there

Poem only © Copyright Lynn Gerrard

Tuesday, 26 February 2019

The Duvet...

Whilst asleep

She tries to pull the duvet closer

Trembling fingers

Slowly stiffening with the chill

As her mind starts compensating

Through a dreamscape

Flickering images of her life

Playing like a film

And in that film her mother's

Softly urging

"Baby, eat your greens or you'll never

Grow up strong"

And her father's putting logs upon the fire

Yet none of that heat

Is making her feel warm

And she twists and turns 'til she's lost

Inside the duvet

Like a child within the womb

Safe and swaddled in love

But still, the cold snaps at her

As the film runs

And her sleep slips deeper

As she searches for a touch of warmth

Then, upon her cheek

She feels her mother's kisses

A slight light brush of tender as she softly naps

Yet, even so, those kisses leave her shivering 

As each one pierces her flesh

With an icy stab

Then the film begins to break up

Snapshot moments


Across the screen of her mind's eye

Her father reading her a bedtime story

Her favourite childhood doll

Tucked by her side

Now a stinging wind starts blustering

Through the storyboard

Reaching out to whip the duvet where she lies

And waking up

She takes in her surroundings

Devastated by reality but not surprised

That the flashbacks were just fabricated memories

Apparitions to appease and ease the gloom

Of the sleet and snow that's slowly

Covering her duvet

On the street in the dank shop doorway

That is her bedroom.

Poem only © Copyright Lynn Gerrard