Here’s another song I wrote after i came through a bad patch in my life. Afterwards I realized that, although it’s a cliche, it’s true when they say ‘It’s what’s inside that counts’. All my outer success came when i worked on myself from the inside.

As a society, so much of the time we’re obsessing about how we look - the latest anti aging skin care treatments, anti aging products, weight loss surgery or other cosmetic surgery and so (more…)

Keep on Keepin’ on lyrics:

Once there was a man who went fishin’

But fishes wouldn’t come his way

What he was wishin’ for was missin’

So he went on his way

As for the fishes, let me tell ya

Well they had problems of their own

Their fins were tired

They just couldn’t find a way to go home

But God said–

Keep on keeping on

Keep on listenin’ to the words of my song

Keep on keeping on

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Here’s another song. I wrote it for a friend who was going through a hard time. As a middle aged woman she was terrified of getting older. She used to constantly buy anti aging products and was considering spending a small fortune on weight loss surgery as well. I was trying to convince her that it was just a phase - a mid life crisis - and that it would pass. Here’s what I wrote:

Put it to the back (more…)

Here’s a song I wrote when going through a painful break up where I had to sell my home with my ex girlfriend. The only thing she let me keep was the coffee machine!

It’s sad but I hope you enjoy it nevertheless. It may ring true with some of you:

They Never Said

I used to believe in what they all say, that true love would bring somebody my way.

And so it did seem when I first (more…)

I buy cosmetics online–
And no, I’m not ugly or conceded;
I just think my cellulite is quite unneeded!
That’s right everyone–
I’m not perfect like a model–
I have blotches and a butt that waddles!
But don’t be too surprised–
With the world so vain,
I’m sure Sarah Palin bought a few cosmetics during her campaign!

—END POEM—

Author Biog:

Hey. My name is Wendy and I wrote the piece you just read. Yeah– I know it’s not Toni (more…)

As I sit down and look at the day

It is as if it could be at bay

Laying down at night

More of it being a flight

The time is coming but it has shades of gray

Not knowing where to fly

Never knowing about what to buy

The inner battle within me

Goes into knowing what am I supposed to be

At least all I can do is try

The poem itself is a reflection of a never-ending (more…)

We do the work , we take the hit

We work real hard, we do our bit

We try to keep our lives intact

We try to hide the truth from fact

But as the evening skys grow dark

And as the dying dog goes bark

We see the truth, the aweful truth

And that we’ve sewn, comes home to roost.

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I really am a bit lost

I have you now for good

But at what cost?

The pain I have brought

On to those I love has left me

With no lessons taught.

You’re my buoy in the sea

Why’d it take so long

To pick you out of humanity

You’re just like me.

Maybe that makes me a narcissist.

Maybe not.

Our anger erupts together

In a profound and hated orgasm

Mean words cut like thorns

And the cross (more…)

The Edinburgh Fringe Festival is looming, and the creative clogs are starting to whirr! We have something very exciting planned for this year, and the word is - roller banners! Let me explain!

Every year at the festival we at Poesy have tried to make sure that there is some kind of poetical outlet that is offered out. Theatre is aplenty, and the stand-ups certainly have their corner of the market covered, but what about poetry? (more…)

I fondly remember way back when they featured Poems on the Underground, reading a couple that seem to have stayed with me.
One fine day, I found myself on a platform trying to get a Mars bar from one of the vending machines, when I happened to look up and see the following poem.

I May, I Might, I Must

If you will tell me why the fen
appears impassable, I then
will tell you why I think that I
can get across it if I try.

Marianne Moore

While they are handy for keeping the crows away, and not quite as effective at mole removal, I couldn’t help but raise a smile when I read the following poem on the District Line to Putney Bridge:

Ode to a Scarecrow

Hey, be seedy! He effigy, hate-shy, jakey yellow man. Oh pique! You are rusty, you’ve double, you ex-wise head.

Unknown

Poems on the Underground was introduced in 1986 as a means of bringing poetry to a wider audience and was the brainchild of Judith Chernaik, an American writer.