The floods break in; the waters rise
Can fiercer climate be denied?
Storms will lash; they have before
And yet the warmer clouds hold more.
We feel the rising disconnect
The peoples’ sense of discontent.
Who knows their will? Who rides the storm?
Who parts the waters; can perform?
The rising tides will not relent
Till crumpling waters force a rent.
The dam can’t hold, it’s washed away.
Who rides the storm? Can save the day?
Performed by Katelyn Varadi
Get to know the poet:
1) What is the theme of your poem?
Curse Coffee Cups is a patchwork of memorable lines of poetry that run through my head.
2) What motivated you to write this poem?
It expresses frustration at trying to come up with something original with a head stuffed with other poets’ work.
3) How long have you been writing poetry?
I was a (very) occasional poet until two years ago when I began to publish regularly on Wattpad. I have been blogging on my own site literally a couple of months.
4) If you could have dinner with one person (dead or alive), who would that be?
That’s difficult but I’m a huge admirer of Wendy Cope’s work and would love to meet her.
5) What influenced you to submit to have your poetry performed by a professional actor?
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You’ve caught me out. I’m slightly shocked.
You’ve kind of caught me on the hop.
The ink’s not dry, it’s still quite wet.
I haven’t wrote a poem yet…
It kind of starts a bit like this
But what comes next you’ll have to guess.
Don’t pressure me or make me sweat.
I haven’t wrote a poem yet.
I’ll write one soon, if you can wait
but hurry me up; it won’t be great.
Peeking now is just not fair
Half an idea, it’s not quite there!
Not quite there. It’s such a pity
Still born, half formed, inchoate ditty.
via Inchoate
I’m running late
I didn’t sleep
The weather’s foul
The trains on strike.
The roads are clogged
The car won’t start.
I drank too much
We had a row
I made a mess
Forgot some stuff.
But no bombs fell on us today
Our home is safe
We’ll get to eat.
No sniper aimed a gun at me
My children all came home they’re safe.
Our house still stands.
We have no war.
Our minor problems hold no sway
For us today’s our lucky day.
If I dream of you
Will you dream of me?
Could we meet maybe
In each other’s dreams?
I’ll be so perfect
Met in a dream
And you, as always,
Will be perfect to me.
Could we meet perhaps
In each other’s dreams?
I’ll meet you there
If you’ll meet me.
You’ll find that I’m perfect
While you’re asleep.
It’s the one place I’m always
The man of your dreams.
What’s wrong with you.
Frigid perchance?
How otherwise
Could you resist my advance!
How could you possibly
Resist all my charms?
Most women swoon
And fall into my arms.
You freeze when I touch you
Go rigid, turn cold.
I find it upsetting
Truth to be told.
I can’t be the problem
How could it be me?
Why do you flinch
When I just touch your knee?
Frigid https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/frigid/ via @postaday
Give three cheers for doggerel
The lowest form of verse.
At least it keeps us off the streets.
We could be doing worse.
There is no rhyme or reason
For writing stuff like this.
If you want proper poetry
Best give this a miss.
I’d love to be a poet
But doggrel’s kind of good
You simply write the way you want
And not the way you should.
You just keep writing nonsense
Whatever may present
It doesn’t have to mean that much
Just kind of make some sense.
They say that poetry changes things
That words can make a difference
But people seem to like this stuff
Is that a fair defence?
Nothing ever changes much
What ever we may do
So just churn out the rubbish stuff
Whatever pleases you.
There’ll be no revolution
And revolutions hurt
So just pretend; do make belief
And maybe get the shirt.
There is no point to any of this
It just goes on and on
Poetry comes of passion
But doggrel don’t need none.
Give three cheers for doggerel
The lowest form of verse
There’s not much point in any of this
But we could be doing worse.
You lost your job
We call it churn
The market fell
It took a turn.
You did your bit
We know it’s sad
But cheaper labour
To be had.
You took your turn
You did your bit
Too bad the little man
Gets hit.
Your time is up
So that’s your lot
You’re out of here
Soon be forgot.
via Churn
The Daily Prompt
This is for you who feel unloved
Love’s not for you, it’s passed you by.
It flickered once perhaps to die.
And now you feel it’s not for you.
Who will come let down your hair
Remove your glasses, hold you tight.
Give precious hugs, a kiss good night?
Who’ll be special just for you?
Perhaps another much like you
That feels unloved just like you do?
One with a kiss you could transform
Perhaps kindle love that died still born?
They may not sweep you off your feet
But look for their face in friends you greet
In one perhaps that loved you once
But lacked some vital confidence.
This is to say that you are loved
Perhaps in unrequited sense
Another’s lonely, needs your love
Some lovers need a gentle shove.
They call it infatuation
It feels like you’ve fallen in love
You believe that one special person
Has fallen from heaven above.
The truth is you don’t really know them
However absorbing your crush.
You’ve pinned all those feelings on them
But it’s nothing to do with them much.
There’s hormones raging inside you
A love you just have to get out.
So this was who you latched on to
And now you’re in love, you’ve no doubt.
You think that if they ignore you
It’ll be the end of the world.
Seems nothing will shake your viewpoint
That beside them you want to be curled.
True love’s when you get to know them
And learn they have faults as they will
True love’s when you know they’re imperfect
But find that you love them still.
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