Lisa Knight's Blog, page 9
September 7, 2015
POETRY: IF YOU’VE GOT IT, HIDE IT! BY PAUL TRISTRAM
If you’ve got it, hide it
or they will come steal it away.
For it is far more easier
than finding their own.
Yours is there already
practically tied-up with a bow.
Do not share your happiness
close the door and tell them “No!”
Written by Paul Tristram
Available to buy via Lulu
September 6, 2015
September 3, 2015
POETRY: I WILL FOLLOW YOUR OPINIONS NOWHERE BY PAUL TRISTRAM
For I have a decision making mind of my own!
Enough courage, determination and enthusiasm
to sink three fleets of battleships.
Besides, I’ve found another path right over here
and look, there’s another one just over there.
I think I’ll mosey along this one for awhile
until I feel like changing tracks somewhere up ahead.
I’ll take my time today and rush tomorrow
then take Wednesday and Thursday off completely.
I’ll turn everything upside down upon its head
and sideways if I want to and I am going to want to.
It is not that you are wrong at all, my dear fellow
it’s just that I remember being born a free man
and I shall keep wearing the coat that fits me the best.
Written by Paul Tristram
Available to buy via Lulu
September 2, 2015
POETRY: I HURT MYSELF SO MUCH BECAUSE YOU DID BY PAUL TRISTRAM
‘I hurt myself so much because you did’
She wrote in red and blue felt-tip pens
upon the little card which she had decorated
herself with a countryside watercolour.
Slipped it into its envelope and looked
around the large table at everyone else
in the Art Therapy Group and saw everybody
holding their very own cards and smiling.
Suddenly she felt like she did not belong…again!
She felt like an alien, someone whom THEY
had not told the Secret to, like she was standing
outside of the picture, merely observing it all.
She wasn’t smiling in fact she was weeping.
BANG! The emotional pain punched her deep
inside her senses, wearing his grinning face
and sporting her mothers crucifiable shawl.
She started to cry louder, stood up shaking
and screamed across in the Doctors direction
“You Liar, you said it would make me feel
better and it’s just making it ten times worse.
You’re just making us pick the scabs off
our eternal wounds so we can suffer some more.
Once again, the Chameleon Abuser has twisted
its foul head and this time the face of torture
that it’s showing to the laughing world is yours!”
Written by Paul Tristram
Available to buy via Lulu
August 28, 2015
August 27, 2015
POETRY: WHERE WE CROSS SWORDS NO LONGER BY PAUL TRISTRAM
I’d climb her ribcage,
if she’d only let me.
From the bottom
to the top.
In and out
of nostalgia
to a deeper
understanding.
Where we
cross swords no longer.
Written by Paul Tristram
Available to buy via Lulu
August 26, 2015
August 25, 2015
POETRY: IT BRINGS OUT THE POET IN ME BY PAUL TRISTRAM
“My God, you have hand marks
all over your torso,
I can actually make out the fingers,
how many of them were there?
You went out last night
with only £2:50 in your pocket,
I should know I gave it to you,
and you end up in the Cells
for Drunk and Disorderly
and there’s £15 in your property bag
this morning… wow, that’s magic!
You’ve chipped another tooth,
Ok it looks cute but why are you
always doing this to yourself?
You invented ‘Bar-surfing’
for Christ Sake, three of your friends
have been put in intensive care
because of it, not from the falls
but from the kicking’s the Bouncers
have given them straight afterwards.
Listen, stop asking me to pour
your breakfast for you, I’m late
for work and you need to lay down
before I’m sacked and you fall down!”
Written by Paul Tristram
Available to buy via Lulu
