Hi there, check out my YouTube channel on the link below. I am reading my poem cruelest. It is a sonnet about social responsibility and the right to pass judgement in society.
If you like you can see more as I will be adding more content soon.
I’ve decided to try and do my some of my poems live and have assembled a set list of poems I have written that I believe to be of acceptable quality and I am comfortable enough to see myself possibly being able to recite with confidence to capture the ‘Gretl Feeson’ persona I am looking for haha 🙂
Letters & notes, Corr Blimey Records.
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Look, you can chat on Snap, Facebook, Insta ‘n’ that
Me, I’ve got my preference set to human contact
Living life on Twitter or the likes of Whatsapp
You tend to get depressed seeing all the things yours may lack
Then again, maybe that’s not necessarily true
For what if you hold a different point of view
Just another junkie before they hit the floor
You feel so much better than you ever did before
Next, you find you are counting foes amongst your friends
Food for thoughts and these ads that never seem to end
Morning through til night; they control that train of thought
We no longer give life meaning; turned into mindless robots
Young and curious, I opened all these doors
Old and useless, left only wanting more
(Rhyme scheme – AAAABBCCDDEECC)
I really enjoyed reading this sonnet from gatheryerosebud blog today.
She was the center of a tulip bud,
Soft guitar strings strumming as she unfolds
She was red like her rosy blush, like blood
Like clay, defying the confines of molds.
She was a pearl of silent laughter,
Flowers growing in her lungs, in her veins
She was the ampersand, the thereafter
Lost souls aboard her small words like on trains.
She was the world shattering to pieces,
Like a small blue marble dropped to the ground
Flick of hair, and she could cause caprices
She was firm, strong; she had lost, and then found.
She was built up of broken-before bones,
She was a cosmical world of unknowns.
These grey granite walls I know only too well
My dreams gone adrift in these oceans online
Amongst the sharks of these sites, it’s life redefined
So please, help me forget the extent of these sins
Seven most deadly thrive within every skin
They ebb and flow like a force that dictates
Our future, our path until guilt overtakes
I cannot forget all of these troubles
Lacklustre love and obligatory cuddles
Family, friends… No, it’s the foe that’s myself
Puts value on status instead of my health
Can you help me forget a world that’s so wrong
It seems violence and sex is all that goes on!
Really like this sonnet from inlovelustandlaughter blog.
When once we danced apart but in the same room,
Hoping to breathe deeply, build more muscle,
Loud music made much talking just a rare boon,
And once it stopped, we turned back to life’s bustle.
A smile or quick hello-goodbye to bind us
Thus loosely but in patterns of our lives,
Our selves seemed different enough to find us
Removed in all but as our husbands’ wives.
But now! Our funneled selves poured in such narrow
Impixelated shapes we share on screen,
With words and images as sharp as arrows,
We can express most clearly what we mean.
Proximity’s relaxing but can blind you;
You had to move away for me to find you!