Showing posts with label domestic abuse poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label domestic abuse poetry. Show all posts

Monday, 26 October 2015

Misunderstandings



 
I know a lot of people go through this scenario at the end of a relationship. Is there a way back through Counselling or something else? I hope so. [Try: http://www.relate.org.uk/ ] But I think that the fact that this stage has been reached, must be addressed by both people in the relationship. And never accept violence!

 

Speaker 1                                             Speaker 2

 

                                                      You arrived as a part of an alien landing

                                                      Bringing gifts of hate and misunderstanding

                                                      Your words are empty, your promises broken

                                                      Your mouth full of lies, waiting to be spoken

 

Once I loved you, but now we are strangers

All we have is distrust and unspoken dangers

Your kindness distorted, your beauties are shaded

We sleep apart, even lust has faded

 

                                                      Each evening we sit, as time drains away

                                                      Living in silence, each night and each day

                                                      We can’t even party, at the end of the week

                                                      Two people, once lovers, who can’t even speak

 

“Did you get the food OK tonight?”             

                                                     “Do you think I am stupid? Of course I did”

“Don’t raise your voice at me!”                            

                                                     “You’re the one that is shouting”

 

We don’t……………                                         …………don’t want to fight

But we play this game………                              ……………each night

Nothing that we can do

Time to say,

                                                      “It’s through?”

 

 


 

Tuesday, 22 September 2015

My Mate Paul


 
My Mate Paul: a multi-voice poem (where the audience imagine the words not given)

 

Hi. How are you?

……………...

Only had the two

……………

Glad you could make it

……………

Dancing! We’re gonna boogie n’ shake it

You what?

What?

Yeh, the drink’s dear

What? Too loud in here

My mate Paul will be here soon

Then you just watch the “tarts” all swoon

……………………..

No. He’s got a “trouble and strife”,

Couldn’t call her, “a wife”

………………..

No. She’s lucky that Paul decided to stay

She’s a bitch, takes most of his pay

……………………………

She used to be hot, a bit of a looker

Now all she does is stand over her cooker

Whenever they fight, it’s always the same

She’s always the one that’s to blame

Paul can get any woman he chooses

But he looks after a woman that’s all covered in bruises

……………………..

He does! He’s a guy that really cares!

He never went out for a week after she fell down stairs

……………………

He would never hit her. Just the odd slap round the ear

She never complains. Never a tear

……………………………

No flowers. He would never buy her a rose,

Only present he ever gave her was, a bit of a dose.

To his kids, he is great

To his pals, he’s our mate

Here he comes, walking tall,

The man of the moment, my mate Paul!

………………………..

You what? That’ll leave a scar

This time you’ve gone too far.

Make her tell the Police she started a fight

But you sure have put a dampener on the night