Weds Poetry Prompt: ‘The Fourth Choice’

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This week’s prompt: Write a ‘four’ poem

An interesting prompt (and forgive the lateness) – this is what I came up with, hopefully this is something that my fellow anxious souls can relate to…

The Fourth Choice

Most people decide
After the third time,
Choices largely comes in threes;
Stay put, go for it, or simply flee
And save it for another week;
But I complicate things
By trying them all at once,
A fourth option, hardly wise,
But the best one for now,
The decision that isn’t one –
A deceptively easy route
But ultimately harder in the long run.

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‘I’m Sorry You Feel That Way’

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Brilliant term – wish I’d come up with it myself

I’m Sorry You Feel That Way

‘I’m sorry you feel that way’ –
Out comes that excruciating excuse
Which quickly denies any part
In creating this haze of hard feeling,
A half-apology I tire of hearing,
Following my downright shocking reaction
To their thoughtless words or actions,
And yet still they hammer away:
‘You take too much to heart’, they say,
‘Too sensitive for your own good’,
Callously chipping blame into me.

Clearly, I must grow thicker skin
Or leave my humanity at home
Where it cannot cloud my sensibility,
How foolish I have been
To expect care or sympathy
At the detriment to the company!

Next, they will helpfully say
(Or subtly imply, at any rate)
‘Wipe those silly tears away,
And forget what’s made you frown,
Grin away and bloody well get on with it,
There’s only so many hours in the day
And this silliness has already pissed too many away’.

I stand up, roll up my socks and sleeves,
Compose myself for the greater good,
Take a deep breath, and simply state,
‘I’m sorry you feel that way’,
As I stride smugly to the door,
Bewildered, they don’t know what to say,
Before a defiant slam, I chirpily add,
‘Have a nice day!’

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Weds Poetry Prompt: ‘Confessions of an Ex-Doormat’

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This week’s prompt: Write an ‘ex’ poem

So I saw the wonderful Sarah Millican live last night, and one of the topics she covered was ‘saying no’, which inspired this poem (and is also a celebration of sorts of how I’ve become a lot more assertive myself in recent times!) Hope you enjoy, and that it inspires you if you have problems saying ‘no’ yourself!

Confessions of an Ex-Doormat

I used to say yes
To every single request
Some might say to excess;
A self-inflicted stress.
I’d be the one people would suggest
If someone needed a net
To scoop up their own damn mess.

But now I’ve learned the power of NO
A word that surely strikes a blow
For those who have only known
Witless compliance from timid drones,
Their response is a meek little ‘ok…’
As they scurry off and sulkily moan
Like a dog that’s lost its bone.

And I secretly enjoy the face
Of a schemer put in their place,
I only hope this new word won’t inflate
My ego to a similar state.

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‘The Allure of Deformity’

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NOTE: This is a poem I recently submitted to a poetry magazine – unfortunately it didn’t make the cut, but I hope you enjoy it. This was somewhat inspired by the themes within Charles Baudelaire’s collection of poems, The Flowers of Evil.

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The Allure of Deformity

Weeds thrive in winter winds
Tangling beauty in cruel bind
Just like the dark thoughts twisting
In the deepest confines of the mind.
But who decides what is a flower
And what is a wretched weed
To callously cut and cast aside?
Who judges the sanctity of thought
And spits at words deemed impure?

There is an untapped beauty in it all
In every ponder, plant or creature
A buried goodness beneath sheer evil
And equally malice in the meekest eyes.
Neither can be without the other
There is always the enduring opposite
That clouds sight to the unjudging whole.

But our lives have long been drawn
In the stubborn shades of black and white
Blinding us to believe all is a battle
When reality yearns to unite.

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Weds Poetry Prompt: ‘The Life Left Behind’

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This week’s prompt: Write a ‘notice’ poem.

A couple of days late this week, but here it is…

The Life Left Behind

I’ve given adequate notice
Of my sudden new adventure,
A few weeks for them to prepare
Some nebulous replacement
While I plan and brief
My imminent sigh of relief
As I close that door finally
Yet with my hand still trembling
From fear and trepidation,
My mind still never failing
To fret in every situation.

But no choice was ever made
Without something at stake,
So I step into unknown light
To escape the rueful dark
And leave future to chance
In the vague hope it can calm
My ever shaking hands.

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Class of ’08

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NOTE: This was actually written from one of Writer’s Digests’ ‘Wednesday Poetry Prompts’ from last month – to write a ‘graduation’ poem.  I held off from posting it as I submitted it to a poetry magazine for consideration, however it didn’t make the cut so I therefore share it with you now.

It was quite an emotional one for me to write, as university shaped a lot of who I am as a person, and I made some great friends all those years ago while studying from 2005-2008. This is my tribute to them and my time there:

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Class of ’08

The faces that became friends
Were not the immediate ones
At the start of this academic journey.
No, I amassed a group slowly
Outside the confines of the dorm
Where heavy silence reigned
In awkward kitchen encounters.
I found allies and ease instead
At the bustle of the bar,
Bonding over mutual fear
And unwinding over a beer.

These alliances then grew
In the hurried lectures of the day
And through the libations of the night,
As we wandered into parties,
Stumbling home, still laughing,
Sharing cheesy chips on the way
(Which in truth, I still devour now,
Recalling those carefree days).

We ostensibly still grew, matured,
Shared the tough times too,
Carrying each other ‘til the end.
For the first time in a long while,
I felt like I had friends.
Realisation struck as well,
As I discovered who I really was,
What I had been hiding, or just denying,
Was now out in the open,
And the reassurance and acceptance
Is something I’ll always remember and cherish.
I held back some tears that hot July day,
As we marched to receive the paper
Reminding us why we here to begin with,
But to me, the resulting degree
Was far from the most precious thing
That I obtained from those three years.
It was the release from loneliness,
The friends made for life,
Who I know too look back and smile
On that time somewhere between adult and child.

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