When you’r feel you’re hanging on the vine,
remember- a seed push forth a mighty sign.
You must take the sunbeams and treasure what’s thine
Wild Kansas City is but one destination on the sign
Take hope, light and lose the animosity ,
for inside there is no monstrosity
Get yourself caught speeding in high velocity.
It’s not a train smash — no not a catastrophe.
When you’re stuck in the middle of time.
Jump off the fence ‘cos that’s doing yourself a crime.
Don’t you let commoners think your words cannot define,
Your value , worth and dreams are not benign
Take it from the apple tree
He allows fruit to aid in his victory .
oh don’t , hide yourself like a willow tree
Cry, but remember you have a destiny.
Everything will be fine — look up — allow the clouds to throw some shapes.
Open them wide , mind expand — understand the lessons from life’s true greats.
You’re already one them-slightly chipped — still most valuable of porclain plates.
Never doubt what you can do — take a leaf from natures golden ratio
You radiate when you guide the fates.
Lets’ lasso this up and keep your spirit wild
Grow tall — never lose your inner child.
A silly poem to spread to the crowd
Accept her quirks — light hearted ,silly sap — never lose a day when she has smiled.
*I’m feeling less heavy hearted and more like my old self these days. I was inspired by the song ‘This little light of mine’. live, love, don’t hold as grudge. Remain true to who you are and you won’t stand alone for long.
A song a mate shared with me. Happy vibes. I defy you not to feel happy listening to this.
Why did I eat that ?
Any cat will know I’m gonna scream bloody hell I’m so fat.
If only I meant it like I’m cool dealing with a belly
extended like a starved, fledgling Biafran
Doesn’t mean I’m happy when the scales groan
-too much mass.
Why did I eat that?
inhaled beans, and camembert cheese , tuna and pees
Hard core, non divergent, box ticking Anorexic.
I can’t throw up. I can’t use laxatives.
I sit with my new found rolls.
not cute .
Eating disorder you smutty little tease.
Why did I eat that?
Mushrooms to grow?
Or shrink my stomach to give off a sexy new glow ?
Only so much fungi I can mitigate when I’ve had an oral mastication blow.
This is not a pleasurable job.
Hands cover my eyes. No mirrors must ever let me know.
Why did I eat that ?
A memoir to torment my self – 30 tablets a day – neck it down
Sit on the psychiatrist couch.
How about we lose the meds, you give me the cure
I can show off a palatable pageant, non dentistry crown.
Why did I eat that?
I need energy, Cant go places without any juice
This ole devil gives me every sodamastic excuse.
I’m feeling not quite right in the head.
I’m determined to live out the next 30 years living free of Bio-Pyscho-Social, self punishment misuse.
Girl bets he weren’t always so plastic.
Fell deep into a pool of eyes that hinted at a heart full of fantastic .
The world is now a bit colder.
Sun shines even a little bolder .
Don’t know why son pushed away the great play to his heart when it only allowed the room temperature to stagnate into a cancerous cadaver
now 30 years older.
Harsh cold facts .
Perspective bound by smaller minds clouded in a haze of toxic, inner house attacks.
Girl weeps to know two doors down
son and mother abuse each other.
We were all once innocent.
We all grow up to the reality of life.
We all make mistakes .
Son hides behind a pointed finger for a cover
to save face from only himself.
not even the one he now calls his true blood brother.
walls whisper inferior
by the son
Girl bets he wasn’t always so plastic.
How many more years is he gonna carry on sucking lemons?
sitting on a pedestal of empty cans
spitting out condescending pips and belittled bits?
A hard,long way to fall
Always taking the moral high ground.
Amongst the smudges of smugness
girl saw a glimmer of his original fantastic.
Lines crossed – militant gas -lighting to the ones on a lost path.
Characters don’t need to be shouted down at.
raise son’s ego so he can live amongst the Olympian Gods;
Devastation – pride miseducation
can be the only aftermath.
Girl weeps – reasoned with her heart – trouble found her passing inappropriate affection.
This time she won’t carry the burden when she floundered in son’s manipulation and rejection.
Players play a part.
Games lose all fun when the son only sees people he can step on
Heighten an evoking, abstract canvas.
Draw out a new horizon.
A disappointed son
finds he has exhausted all misaligned souls of their energy.
Turns up the abuse and sticks a knife into a beating , drumming heart.
overflows the space with shades of reds and blue hues.
Trurh be told.
It’s better to have everything to lose and still walk tall with purpose
live an inebriated lie.
Hoaxing folk with a demeanour of nothing to lose.
Eventually,we all have to play our cards.
suffer the consequences of our enacted desires.
Girl weeps for the carbon copy spirits
consciously conscious of losing sense of all self .
Grab a hoe
dig for more dirt to throw on misplaced bodies
already buried vertically .
son’s light gets dimmer.
The deities stole their fire back.
Girl bets he weren’t always so plastic .
Spinning dog – hounding smaller animals with greater spirits.
Poacher trophy show case
in a house of broken doors,overflowing ashtrays, side way glances.
Specks of dry spit spewed from another night screaming in an accusatory fit.
Close the curtains on the yo yo man – the son that once shone vivid, in the coat of arms, bearing fantastic.
Puppet in distress
done jigging to the maestro player -thinking all can be forgotten with one caress.
Puppet in distress
dancing to the bark of wood to entertain 50 shades of Halifax’s easily ho hummed guest.
Puppet in distress
strings attached by words signed sincerely yours god bless
puppet in distress
if you truly care then cut the strings and retune to your idea of finesse
Muppet in a mess
calls upon the one who responds with exotic prowess
Muppet in a mess
commands a court of clowns.
Here’s a gesture leave this puppet to march to its own goal without making it digress.
Muppet can’t confess
Puppet forced to bake an Eaton mess
Lunatic moody spell of loneliness forced on puppet attempting to evolve into a breathing life force.
Heart in full beat .
Victorian smirks – conceal the lure of lust on heat
Dirt lies on a floor in a heap in full defeat.
bare like the day it conformed to the necessity of sucking its mama’s teat.
Shallow grave digger in demand
Take your boorish rudimentary games on a scam time shares camping holiday with your imaginary friends on reprimand.
one spoon stirrer twat from a council estate –
thinks peaches are organic when canned.
Humour lost when the smiling mug lost a handle – this unfortunate series of events was not planned.
Puppet has a grip on reality
Muppet hide or speak with integrity.
Observes the matter of the one speaking about a raw paw -urban jungle patois.
Allow a Feminist chancer to equalise the score.
Voodoo doll pinned down -preparing for a hysteria- ectomy.
Tree pines pins and needle for lost comrades hiding away in shadows when its own self belief decided to flee.
Dangled carrots have less value than the Congo natives begging on bended knee
Understimate the value of one true pulse – a sudden rush of blood to the head.
clear signal you banged egos with the puppet mans red fire
well before this species woke up naked in a carnivorous hermit crab bed.
Contradictory mixologist – king Loui Armstrong – one of a kind – mans belly not been fed.
Stop expecting organic honey from this flower – she demands respect- make up your mind – stay or lets leave it with
I’ll see you in the wind
Treason over your feudal system.
cover yourself in haze of the ghetto inhabitants blasting out
there goes another lost soul walking with
*Inspired by a chat with my hair dresser mate and ‘I wanna be like you’ Jungle book and life.
What a difference 7 days can make! The only way I know to keep myself out of trouble is to scare the shit out of myself – ha ha!
Write to recover and then perform to recover. ;D
I’m moving forward again.
‘Fight the good fight’ as Charles Bukowski said.
Go big or go home.
The video isn’t great quality but I’m. sharing it more to reaffirm to myself that I have just as much to bring and give as the next person.
Something I jotted down last night. I’ver lived in big cities and many small towns in different countries (maybe some people can relate) and I’ve come to the conclusion that I’m done trying to show others (especially people who live in small towns) I too have my own ideas and share similar interests etc…
It doesn’t mean I’m better or anyone else is better than me It means I am who I am and the world is bigger than where I currently live.
I’ve been looking for a genre for the kind of poetry I do. I couldn’t find anything that I fit into. So I introduce ‘in yer face ‘poetry. Inspired by ‘in yer face’ theatre. That’s me and that is how I write and I’ve found a niche and I finally feel okay. with not being everyone’s favourite read or person. ha ha!
IN YER FACE POETRY – first coined by me, Daisy Willows aka Natasha Bodley – taking 100% full credit for it. ha ha!
I’m finally going to take the advice of other people and get something published- not because I want to make loads of money but because it shows me that nothing is impossible.
So far when I’ve applied thais mantra to my thoughts and life -It has worked.
My definition of in yer face poetry
‘ poetry that is blatant, honest, provocative ,emotional and not pretty or fancy or written to hide reality. ‘
‘ Don’t be disappointed if you get rejected especially if you have made an effort to fit in. Farms are driven by human chains to contain. It’s highly unlikely that an animal bred to serve will accept you , especially if you are an animal who was born in the jungle or the savannah. Adapt , be resourceful and keep your spirit wild and free.
March to the beat that allows you to walk side by side with others, to lead others, be led or walk alone. Acceptance is but one way you feel secure and shouldn’t be a reason to stay in one place.
Remember those who wander and drift out of their comfort zone will always find kindred souls who get the idea that acceptance can be found in those who know security comes from within. Choose to roam and meet other spirits who remind you why you live life
. Don’t stick around waiting for people to get you or accept you. Keep moving and you will never be far from those who accept your different attitude, culture and traditions.
Embrace the misfits . They are the most intriguing and loyal spirits who will make an effort to teach you their ways and be as eager to understand your ways.’
The one word summary to the above is this.
Back on track…. Thanks to those who have been so supportive.
I’m still a newbie at doing open mic but what a great crowd and I’m so honoured to have had a chance to share a space with so many incredibly talented singers, comedians, poets/artists who welcomed this blooming weed into their little home and embraced me like a friend who had been away travelling.
Apologies for the poor quality video. Will try and upload a better one but tbh all you see is the back of me ha ha! Not very exciting.
Still waiting for my MA results but I’m ready for year two!
Be a bad ass
roll around under grey skies — make out the back of a conservative party littering the sky with trials of rhetoric crass.
This is Glastonbury.
Where would you choose to land for a stay in paradise ?
Choose to land in a vessel with a bunch of optimists — no happy clappers — crossing themselves — for having faith in an ecclesial being.
Cause and effect
Late riser — godspeed little Jahew.
The hare won the final battle — drop a batch of cat nip into that speed walker in denial of its ferocity.
Dandelion mascots roar out visions of men staking out fresh empires.
Peach ,Melba , NICE custard, vanilla —the world we live in is an incovenient truth .
Mirror your actions.
Rebel military children — turn left when the governments urge you to turn to the right.
Enfant terribles flash a revolutionary selfie.
Write a summary of your own investigations.
Be the girl that silenced the world for 5 minutes.
Nebulous globules whitewash by contactless autocratic judgment.
Nixon – made jokes about an assassination.
Impeach my derriere in circular tinned seats — rest will fully for the sign cursive —
at what point did we misunderstand that a squelch is a tall order we’ve asked our hyper sensory earthling dwellers to endure.
Lament for nerves of each slow death of crustacean .
Wilful blindness — what degree of spirit level have you leaned into for crucification ?
Modern times call for a no nail nails celebration
Yellow roses indicate a gesture of friendship without the illusion that life can’t be avoided by sudden pricks.
Little but often — tolerance build up mops up all tears of solo inaction.
It’s not just me syndrome – Abandon the anti virus inoculation .
Germ free assholes plugging open mic for their 5 minutes.
colour of bleach – distress call driven to cling to the skirtboards.
Times picked up a pace
where even physics misunderstands sound waves
not even titled planet’s children’s pleas of ‘when will we get there?’ get’s an echo
unless played in reverse.
Influx of Catholics priests leaving trails of 30 year old pubic hairs
Twisted grey – Sexualised souls.
Perhaps a few of those clams had a chance to spit out a pearl.
The walrus put a stop to that .
Mother nurses her brooding loss over a swim in a tank of gin on the rocks.
7 days it took to rise to this state of rant ism effectual verbalism.
Ginger tea dispelled the myth that my expectations were indeed too great for a scorching third degree inquisition.
Latin languages pour waxen lyrics into my ear—honey orgasms.
dada ism and punk causes vertigo to incite a tremour of silence-
Delirium tilts my glasses askance –
I’m living in world of dirty ole bastards spitting out words that rhyme with a shimmy shammy.
Take me to the broadway headline
“she’s back in business now. “
Malefactions disorders under control not by the kaiser state nor the twelve step oracle of fate.
Sobriety comes from a just say no policy.
Hermits don’t need a chorus of you can do it supporters.
matter over what’s on the mind
Mind over what matters.
we are family.
chanting — watch your latest DNA protege win the race to the finish post with that line in mind
Mystic seance offering continental table wine and loafs of bread of support —
the language of OOK. I cannot support.
Soft ware programmes for orang-utans. –
Let words never lose their meaning
Sometimes we think we want to be understood
but remember how much more fun it is to have a few — put in their unoppressive input.
Sincerely lost all three egos to a winter in Calcutta’s harshest snow.
Climate change —
mood change — the moon has landed-
No body saw the side of Trump the media is willing to show
Messing about with a’ little boy’ – innocently having fun..
No king of the castles and dirty rascals
Competition lay in who laughed the loudest.
A couple of dying stars gave birth to a twin set — millions of light years away
Name requests required to ascertain their current deformity.
Theseus and Selene
Godparents put up a banquet on a strip arrested by brazen lights .
Bring your best boulder and limbo moves — Caesers palace requests a baptism of fire breathing adornments.
There she goes- walking in sharp angles
Anorexic nervosa Dion mustard sings-
all by myself —
stop throwing up regurgitated chunks of emotion.
Men don’t understand the biochemistry off set brewing under three layers of endocrine.
Lunatics stain sheets with blood –
Curly sue inphallicaly dismissed for a promotion to children balloon entertainer on grounds of not measuring up to histories greatest.
Still humming to the blues -all I want is my equality.
Mother Earth – in shah Allah
– poke,me ,turn me , burn me, piss on me, spread faeces-
defacate plastic attacks and call it Art.
The magic money tree belongs in the book of Exodus
A club house anthem – dropped by a basket -case , sudden short-lived career change by MC Moses .
Liar liar — some morals get the thumbs up for their choice in cider.
Live, love – consider the Joshua tree
Crush on Dick in vintage van’s and full Dycke.
supercalafragalistic expealdocious attunes to the one man band who sees the sultry feline in that cat caught on the other side of the brawl – with her weave on AWOL
One painted fingernail cannot make up for not being able to fist with the patriarchy
How low can this weed go?
Look around – inspiration doesn’t fall far from Gayes grapevine .
Are we to trust all we hear via a grapevine or take it as a given that nobody up to any good will walk away unstained –
Indeed feet offend an entire continent predominantly ahead of the pack .
- Stream of consciousness with a few word verifacartion included