Light Verse - Never Stick Anything Smaller Than Your Elbow in Your Ear

And after yesterday's angry poem, here is a bit of light entertainment.

It has been a quiet Sunday, but I have managed to do some piano practice (always good for the soul) and read a little of Jane Austen's Emma (just a tad boring) and make a few notes for a new poem (always satisfying as I never know where the next one is coming from).

Now to send a few e-mails, and then it's feet up and watch Fake or Fortune followed by Far From the Madding Crowd, a book I read fifty odd years ago when I was at school. 

I hope you have had a pleasant day, and wish you a lovely evening. Talk again soon.


Love and hugs,

Jane x

Angry Poet

Sometimes the words just overflow and have to be spoken out loud.

There’s good - And there’s bad

And there’s angry

I’m angry

I’m angry inside

Deep inside

Where hurts I never imagined could happen

Are happening 

Even the infinitesimal spaces

The cavernous hollows

Of what makes up me

Are hurting

I’m hurting Heather Hyer

I’m hurting for you

I’m hurting with anger,

I’m livid, incensed,

Fist clenched,

Heart racing,

Teeth grinding

Fuming to boiling over,

Furious from the inside-out

So heated I’m in meltdown,

And I know shouting won’t help,

Screaming won’t help

Throwing objects across the room

Smashing devices

Ripping up newspapers,

Burning books,

Getting hold of a picture

Of Donald Trump

Screwing it up into a ball

And setting fire to it

Won’t help

You

You haters of this world

You nasty people

You who like to bully

You racist thugs

You destroyers of lives

You vile, offensive,

Nauseating bigots

You foul mouthed xenophobic

Extremist right

You Nazi flag flying

Demolishers of society

You

You have made me

Angry

And now this

Innocent people killed in Barcelona

Terrorists shot dead in the street

Echos of Westminster Bridge

Manchester kids blown to pieces

Sunbathers machine-gunned down

German Shoppers annihilated 

Je suis Charlie!

And this is only a fraction of it

This is only recent memory

This isn’t going back to bandstands

In Hyde Park

To double decker buses

To underground trains

This isn’t going to Syria

Afghanistan, Turkey, Israel

Ghaza, The West Bank,

Chechnia, Ukrain, Pakistan

Yugoslavia, Croatia,

And when it seemed like the whole world

Was against Blair going to war in Iraq

Nothing could stop him

No amount of ‘plaques for peace’

No amount of anger 

No amount of love

Well that’s what it feels like now

Like the love in my body

Is under attack

So get this, body

Get this world

I’m telling you to get a hold

I’m telling you to stop hurting

And to replace that rage 

With something constructive

Replace the anger

Replace the clenched fist

Replace any trace of venom

And You

What happened to human kindness?

What happened to a sense of decency?

What happened to conscience?

Don’t tell me God wants

you to be the way you are

Don’t tell me that

Figure it out

There’s good

And there’s bad

I know where I stand

And now I'm going to bake a cake with lots of love in it. 

I'll be right back when I've calmed down a bit.

Love and hugs,
Jane x