So unimpressive!

So unimpressive

It’s humid, oppressive

And not feeling so clever

Am getting obsessive

About the news and the weather.

The rain is excessive

And very progressive

The mixture of climate

Is just so unimpressive!

It feels very heavy
On my feet so unsteady.
Am feeling quite heady
And got to go steady.

Don’t need my sheet

Got my own body heat

Not smelling so sweet

From the sweat it excretes.

Drips down my face

(And other awkward place)

My heads’ a blank space,

Sit down just in case.

Drinking lots of squash

And need a good wash

Not feeling so posh

The sweats’ so awash.

It is so damn sticky

Am feeling quite sickly.

It’s getting quite tricky.

In the heat getting prickly.

Just want to sleep

Lay down in a heap

Not just count some sheep

Not glow while asleep.

.

Tired, depressive,

And getting aggressive

With lack of slumber,

It’s so unimpressive!

Copyright Linda Lawrence
8^th August 2014

Longing

Longing

I really want to generate

Before they start to disintegrate

And badly want to celebrate,

Before my age starts to accelerate.

I feel a longing to introduce,

So desperate to reproduce.

Create offspring of my own,

Feel so numb and all alone.

My deep desire to give birth

Before I leave this earth,

A craving so profound,

Don’t want to hang around.

A yearning that I crave

Before I reach my grave,

A chance to nurture my spawn

And not die before they’re born.

In my body there are eggs

That could be little arms and legs.

A child I can call mine

But each month they are declined.

I have a deep down need

For the sperm to find my seed.

Am anxious to succeed;

It’s so true that women bleed.

I’m sure I’m not infertile

It will just take a little while.

But just got one life request

To hold my baby to my breast.

Copyright Linda Lawrence

6th August 2014

13 Visions

13 Visions

I do not know what it means, travelling to regions not yet seen

Meeting faces from different races, finding myself in different places.

Out of sync out of routine and falling down a deep ravine;

Falling deeper underground, floating to a bottomless ground.

During the wars and burning fire, dire, like a funeral pyre,

Burns within my hair and skin, not knowing what’s about to transpire

The buildings burn, the structures fall, how did this even happen at all?

People screaming, folks are crying, scared of leaving this world and dying.

I can’t escape the doodle bugs; it’s landed in the allotment with some slugs!

How bizarre, how can this be? It must be the work of some thugs?

But paradoxically there is an apology for all this irresponsibility!

From someone anonymously but this makes no sense psychologically.

Trying to understand the ambiguity of this senseless mystery,

And almost ominously; this is very dark, odd, black and eerie.

I feel it crawling though my skin and don’t quite know where I’ve been.

And in a blink of any eye, I want to cry but cannot understand why.

A different place, a change of scene, this really is getting quite obscene!

My tongue is silent, I cannot talk and just want to shout and scream.

I feel numb as evil succumbs; I’ve never felt so useless and dumb.

Just don’t know how to comprehend and not sure where this will end.

I cannot find my old street where I used to live, it’s so off beat.

The old station bridge looks strange and every shop and road has changed.

I No longer recognise and it seems the whole image is in disguise.

All familiarity and well known has disappeared along with my first home.

Running fast not gaining speed, don’t know why, want to concede

But somehow want to succeed, in whatever it is to proceed.

Am moving fast but in slow motion there’s something playing with my emotions.

There is so much to understand but it seems there are no plans.

I’ve moved back to my old home, where all the taps are made of chrome.

Foreign rooms I now roam, ‘this is nothing like I left I moan’!

Going back to my roots where I was born, dissimilar and so forlorn;

Giant weeds and tall black trees with no pretty garden to adorn.

And as my father turned to me who said the spirit world is ‘living’,

I question my own spirituality and try not to be so misgiving.

My Mum, still angry at me and can’t ask her the reasons why

And in my vision there must have been a better way to say goodbye.

My friend, I have seen her, she said ‘don’t be upset

I was just going to tell you how happy I am with the hours we’d spent!

All the songs we sung over bottles of wine on those TDK cassettes

And just to let you know I’m not longer in anyone’s debt’!

I seem to be back with my ex, it must have been some kind of hex.

No feelings for him but will be easier to stay as our relationship is so complex.

And of this child I have given birth between the heavens and the earth,

Where she came from and why will never be unearthed.

And the witchdoctor that cast a spell, I couldn’t scream or could not yell,

The rancid taste and burning smell and in my dream, it looks like hell.

I dreamt of burning at the stake, of witches and warlocks, poisonous snakes

The man who tried to kidnap me and drowning in the River Lea.

The Tsunami and long before it struck we run up a tall tower

A few hours ahead of the wave ahead of its destruction and power.

And as I fall off slowly slowly, I sense a presence quite unholy

Force myself to wake up, take it with me all day shaken up.

Linda Lawrence 9^th July 2014

Bugging me

Bugging me

This insect repellent

Is such a deterrent

Against gnats, even cats!

Or this and that!

Saves me having to splat

Or use a baseball bat

On those damn things

Who makes me itch and sting.

Am feeling quite sore

And so deplore

And do abhor

My blood being sucked!

While spreading your muck

And for you to abduct

Blood from my pores!

It’s becoming a bore

And also a chore.

Keep spraying on stuff

Enough is enough!

Am not quite so tough

Now my skins’ looking rough

With all these bites,

Can’t even wear tights

Would look such a sight!

You’ve got no right

You damn parasites

Better say your last rites!

And of using this cream

Of antihistamine,

I must be esteemed

And tasty like

Chocolate ice cream!

Now the state of my skin

All up my shins;

You’ve made a mess

Of my pair of pins.

And during the night

You home in on a bite,

It isn’t quite right

That the zap light

Didn’t trap you tiny mite.

And while in my dreams

You fed well it seems

It must, for you, be a delight

That you ate well tonight.

Copyright Linda Lawrence 20^th June 2014

Forgetful!

Forgetful!

I regret, I forget!
Am fretting and getting
Frustrated!

Feel so isolated
For not remembering!

Am trembling

That I can’t recall

Not much at all!

It’s on the tip of my tongue

Which ain’t much fun.

Words have runaway

Not sure what way!

It becomes unbearable

If it’s not memorable.

But on reflection

That lack of recollection

Need an injection,

Not disconnection

With many things

That forgetting brings!

I feel quite rotten
As now I’ve forgotten
Your name; It's a pain
And sounds insane, but
I'm not to blame
That my brain
Is not what it was
And it's all because
I'm older and colder,
My life's in a folder!
As a reminder 
(All neat in pretty binders)

Just so sorry

That I appear off my trolley!

Just so scatterbrained

And cannot sustain

Or maintain

My memory!

And no one’s explained

That it can’t be retained!

Copyright Linda Lawrence

3^rd June 2014

About those slugs...

Bad news

Bad news about my willies

As it seems they now have perished

Some hungry slimy molluscs

Have enjoyed their little relish.

I was in the running,

Contestants were engaged!

The little bastards saw me coming

Am standing here outraged!

I’ve nutured, sung and talked,

Fed and taken great care

It seems I have been stalked!

And for now I spit and swear!

They've nibbled my tomato leaves

Runner beans and other greens,

Those pesky little thieves!

Almost wiped the greenhouse clean.

And now my plants of pepper!

As soon as my back was turned

Am slowly losing my temper!

Just hope those chillies burned....

May 2014

Bloody Slugs

Bloody slugs are such a pain

Because of this persistent rain!

They munch away at all the leaves,

And really are such blatant thieves.

I took a look and had a glance

And saw they’d nibbled at my plants!

All the gardening and hard work,

Now I’m pissed off and really irked.

Wait until the Strawberries are red

And leave their gunk on them to spread.

The fruit and veg we put in the ground

Is now full of slug goo drowned

And all the time we patiently planted

The bastards took it all for granted!

The use of pellets to melt the snails,

Now we can hear their cries and wails.

And while it pelts and when it hails

They still leave a path of slimy trails.

The use of saline to make them ail

But will shoot them if all else fails.

There they are in black decay

And back they come to our dismay.

Lots of straw and salt put down

Never seems to keep them away we frown

And all our houses made from glass

Our situation is now impasse.

Of the hedgehogs in the grass

They’ll make them fuckers shit their arse............

May 2014

Sports car

Sports car

Once upon a time she used to drive a sports car

But nowadays she doesn’t get very far.

And these last few years she is not so agile,

Every day she becomes a little more fragile.

She’s very elderly, quickly feels the cold

Old age has crept up and has taken hold.

Usually so healthy who now needs assistance

Now not so wealthy with little resistance.

‘I hate being like this, relying on you,

From combing my hair to making a brew;

Watching and waiting after my bathe

But glad you’re there, as I don’t feel very brave.’

She’s lived a life so busy and full,

Now she can’t do that much at all.

She sits and sleeps for most of the day,

Her aches and pains will not go away.

In her twilight years she has become

A burden to her children, doesn’t feel like mum.

Her hair is thin so is her paper skin.

Years have passed since she lost next of kin.

It is no fun but she takes me aside

‘But I can talk and still have all my pride!

I do try to laugh and have some fun

In retirement now my work is all done.

I’ve lost some use of my limbs and my teeth

But I’m still a young, fit girl underneath!

I might be sluggish and somewhat slow

But I still have my brains and some time to go!

We might have this chat more than twice

As I’m a little forgetful and less precise

But you know I have cleaners and carers,

Have my meals cooked, life couldn’t be fairer!

So don’t feel so sorry I’ve had a good time

And really deep down, I’m still in my prime!

I still drive that sports car when I reminisce

And of my age, I try to dismiss!'

Linda Lawrence

21^st May 2014