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An Ode to the Wife in Me
I can think of nought more awful
Than a whole life by myself
I’d rather have a family
Than all King Solomon’s wealth.
Although I am ambitious,
Vastly so, if truth be told
I wouldn’t be queen of all the world
Without a band of gold.
My threefold need is simple,
To succeed, though you may mock.
A ring upon my finger
And a tiny child to rock.
What will I have at fifty
Living in a mansion home?
What satisfaction is there
In breakfast on my own?
Surely the sound of laughter
Can turn water into wine
And your cottage is a mansion when
Your family comes to dine.
If you live by yourself and commit to your work
And pretend to all you are cold
What happens when you’re ill or scared
And you need a hand to hold?
I can’t face the day
When I’m old and grey
And I wish I’d faced my fears.
For time will have flown
I’ll be stuck on my own
Crying single, childless tears.
Look – But don’t touch!
I see you across a smoky room,
I hear and feel nothing but you
And as you come over to me, I feel myself burning,
Heat, passion, lust.
You caress my face, and it tingles under your touch,
I love it – but I push you away.
You haunt my dreams, my nightmares
Creeping, cheating
But most of all – hurting,
Hurting me.
Well, I’ve got news for you
I’ve cheated too.
Do you really think that all those nights when you left me I sat alone
Waiting, hoping, crying?
WAKE UP!
I’ve danced at parties with many unknown men,
Hot and on fire.
I don’t need you, and I don’t love you
So look – but don’t touch.
This poem was written before i went on a trip to Walsingham with the church - i had recurrent nightmares that I would hear a voice telling me to become a nun!!!!!!!
An Ode to a Pilgrim’s Fears
Dear God, if it’s your choosing
I must take you at your word,
But I am very tempted
To pretend I haven’t heard!
I cannot wear a wimple
It will flatten out my hair
And with a shape like mine
I must be careful what I wear.
Black really IS my colour
And it’s better than wearing rags,
But I know there are no pockets so
Where would I keep my fags?
White around the collar Lord?
Are you having a lark?
What about the hair dye?
And the orange make-up mark?
And all those early mornings
Singing hymns and saying Grace
It takes until eleven
For my face to fall in place!
I’m not sure a vow of silence
Is quite within my power
I cannot keep my mouth shut
For even half an hour.
And God, a vow of poverty?
I’m sure it’s not your will
I’m not sure a convent
Could afford my vast phone bill.
And as for a vow of chastity
Least said is soonest mended!
A total deficit of men
CAN’T be what you intended!
I hope this little ode of mine
Can clearly make you see
That although a worthy service
A nun’s life is NOT for me!
This was written after i broke up a relationship, came home and changed my appearance completely in 8 weeks - like a less expensive version of Extreme Makeover!
The fact that it came out in the shape of a womanly figure was entirely accidental - but pretty cool!
Revenge of a Woman Scorned.
Come September you won’t recognise me
You’ll look at my face and not know who you see.
You’ll notice my cleavage, my waist and my hair
But won’t realise it’s me, and I just wont care.
You kept me untidy and not looking nice
So nobody else would even look twice.
Well, now I am free and I look just fine,
Now that my life really IS mine.
Let people stare, I’ll flutter my eyes,
Let people leer, my cleavage will rise,
Let people whistle, I’ll turn and I’ll flirt,
If people ogle, I’ll just shorten my skirt!
Look, look closely, and realise with pain,
At what you have lost and will NEVER regain,
You’ll see someone lovely, eyes bright and face proud,
Not the same woman you kept scared, and cowed.
My body has changed and my mind as well,
For breaking my spirit, may you rot in hell,
So, see a girl, single and looking so fine,
And know in your heart that the last laugh is mine.
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