First Garment Fetish 13/155

Oh I remember that blue crotched dress

I can feel it against my skin today

I could never wear it without a vest

Triangular holes for small finger play

that is the way it's magic was woven

Sky blue wool pyramids of Nana Love

It made me feel that I had been chosen

Crotchet couture that fitted like a glove

Then one day my Mother came to see me

This caused Nana visible sadness

As I didn't belong to her you see

A grey cloud replaced her normal gladness

I wish I could tell her what I now know

Sometimes it's okay to let someone go

Travel Proximity 12/155

Moving through a forest I see trees

I know you would expect that wouldn't you

from the train window swaying in the breeze

"Who will get the jab against that Swine Flu"

Suddenly so intensely distracted

Soaking up the words of fellow trav'lers

Explanations so deep and protracted

Whispered about the illness that was hers

She would of course be first in that queue

Of the worthy and deserving cases

She took some pride in that as you would do

If you'd ever dealt with lesser places

To come first is such a beautiful thing

It appeared she had spent her life waiting

The Secret Magic Life of An Eye Shadow Pallet 11/155

I bought bright eye shadow on the King's Road

When my daughter was a very small girl

A saturated and rich eyelid load

That turned me into an exotic whirl

I twisted and sparkled like a Cosmic Queen

A Femme Fatale, an Infinite Force

Escaping the pressures, my daily scene

Lonely single Mother, post The Divorce

My beautiful daughter, now a pre-teen

Stole the compact for her U.S.A trip

She painted friends’ faces dazzling lime green

Using the special shades on someone's lip

This struck me as somehow so outrageous

But breaking spells is also courageous

A Dramatic Tree Split 10/155

My friend Sarah's garden is beautiful

but a tree has dramatically split

She's concerned because she is dutiful

next door have a garden but can't get into it

She's posted on face book insurance woes

No one is answering the bloody phone

Her call is important everyone knows

but they have left her on hold and alone

They are not as slow with her direct debit

though she's waiting for 'emergency help'

if uncovered they extend no credit

translate this as go deal with it yourself

No voice to offer her reassurance

This is the downside of her insurance

The House Boats at Shoreham By Sea 9/155

Go see the houseboats at Shoreham by Sea

Their surreal beauty will fill your heart

They have this Mad Max sensibility

Where does the real or the imagined start

The post war reclaimed submarine trawler

converted into some ones unique home

A gangway to enthral any caller

Does the vampire or wizard live here alone

I am letting my imagination

get the better of me and no wonder

faced with such riotous stimulation

a jeweled casket for words to plunder

Descriptively and inadequately

I rejoice in a dream of piracy

Electro Life Saver 8/155

Here is a big up for electro dance

and the home recording revolution

Be it Happy House, D and B or Trance

Dance music has helped my constitution

How should one respond to having cancer

I just wanted to dance it out of me

arms raised to a beat this manic dancer

embraced this golden opportunity

I am not saying it was that easy

but the joys on sequencing and midi

As a cure sounds radical and cheesy

but I got lost in beats that are speedy

Spirits lifted by home grown D and B

Mate with a producer that is the key

Cosmetic Burglary 7/155

The English language is being robbed

Co-opted and rudely, crudely misused

And not just by this sonnet that sobbed

“Dear sistas we are being a abused”

Not just because we are being revived

By patented agents and revitalift

Or biospheres that penetrate our lives

Perfectly packaged with a nice free gift

What of our daughters, this cruel collusion

This brutal force that derails self-esteem

We're acting out the final solution

Cold neutral perfection was Hitler's dream

Because we are worth it abandon this

For Womankind, that is my greatest wish

The Warrior Queen's Body Image 6/155

I have claw marks on my hips red and raw

I am a warrior Queen and I feel no shame

Won in long dark battle the red lines draw

a picture, tell a story, sign my name

I felt hysterical and insecure

When the crimson stretch marks first grazed my hips

I was convinced my love would leave for sure

the journey into imperfection trips

the wire, triggers the thought, I am impure

Ridiculous and so truly insane

this dark subconscious assimilation

Other peoples ideas deeply ingrained

I can hardly express my frustration

I claim ideas, dreams and thoughts for myself

and peaceful brave acceptance by sweet stealth

Gratitude Gratuity (5/155 SONNET)

Please lay it on really thickly for me

I have lived with the hugest assumptions

That now seem so decidedly off key

When faced with warm grace and not destruction

I have this second chance to live my life

A sense of deep spiritual renewal

the liberation of freedoms sweet knife

that cuts away the cynics accrual

It's strange when to hate becomes so normal

to look on life with disdain and displeasure

Signing a treaty to make it formal

I thought I'd see things this way forever

But now I gouge out the critics cold eye

and I rejoice in this long last goodbye

NHS Blanket (Shakespearian Sonnet 4/155)

Who lay beneath your white weave before me

Or all the blankets on hospital beds

Over the woman who is HIV

Garbled confessions from our tense bed heads

Before we were taken for surgery

Thrown together in our pre op terror

Intimate and gabbling such intensity

Revealing things we had done in error

Edith Piaf unlike you I regret

The things I didn't say to those I love

The bright moments I will never forget

My feelings hidden in a tension glove

Under your cover I have decided

To live the courage my heart confided

Mobile Martini's of Modern Rage (Sonnet 3/155)

Mobile phones Martini's of modern rage
So anytime, anyplace, anywhere
Spreading insecurity like a plague
The push and the pull and the constant glare
Of time between conversations and texts
Always watching for any climate change
Am I being overly sensitive
Wanting some kind of meaningful exchange?
My phone is so needy and restrictive
A stray dog and bone that likes to wander
around my life kicking dust in my eyes
The cache of emotion it likes to plunder
the delusions and self comforting lies
Vigilantly I check my reception
aching for a much deeper connection

No More Dark Bitch Whack (Sonnet 2/155)

Why do we need to be cruel to ourselves?
I never gave myself a moments peace
Dialogue with me had been so harsh and delved
Deeply into woulds and a shattered piece
Of yesterday and the day before that
Which bloodied my nose repeating itself
So no more moaning and cruel dark bitch whack
Today I embrace grace, my inner wealth
Now I know I have so much in reserve
All I have to do is honestly ask
The hyper manic self needs to conserve
But now I am free to enjoy this cask
Calling the truth into the renewed me

A bright poetry for the soul to see