http://funkpublishing.co.uk/feeds/ Funk Publishing: Feeds » Dean Whitbread: Poetry » September 26, 2004 Gregarius 0.5.4 en http://www.deanwhitbread.com/poetry/2004/09/you-are-perfect.html Sun, 26 Sep 2004 22:25:00 +0100 http://www.deanwhitbread.com/poetry/2004/09/you-are-perfect.html You're improving
Little by little
Each and every day
In a more than mundane way
Almost acceptable
Nearly admissable
Evidence of presence
Mind over matter

You are perfect
Finished and that's it
No more incomplete
Tidy and discrete
You are perfect
Patient, adaptable
Cool and collected
Stylish and sensual

In my own way
I'm degrading
A spectacular collapse
Suddenly one day
In a less than mundane way
Entirely rejected
Ruled out of court
Evidence of absense
No telekinesis

I am perfect
Only just starting
Everything must go
Upwards as I grow
I am perfect
Impatient, fixated
Uncool and distracted
Uptight and in a mess


DFRW 17th March 2004

]]> http://www.deanwhitbread.com/poetry/2004/09/ice-cream.html Sun, 26 Sep 2004 21:50:00 +0100 http://www.deanwhitbread.com/poetry/2004/09/ice-cream.html

ice cream

hot train

small spoon

slow swoon



DFRW 3rd March 2003

]]> http://www.deanwhitbread.com/poetry/2004/09/stone.html Sun, 26 Sep 2004 21:42:00 +0100 http://www.deanwhitbread.com/poetry/2004/09/stone.html Nor the comfort of a soft bed
for my bones and head
My eyes shut then they open up
exhausted an hour before dawn
Missing you is lost in mist
Lover's caresses blurred into fist
Punch drunk, apallingly stoned
and pissed
broken, forsaken, haggard, forlorn.


DFRW 23rd February 2003

]]> http://www.deanwhitbread.com/poetry/2004/09/drowning-man.html Sun, 26 Sep 2004 19:07:00 +0100 http://www.deanwhitbread.com/poetry/2004/09/drowning-man.html Dreaming, not to awaken
A bigger splash to soak
Like some kind of sick joke
The remains on flood plains
Drowned cities like clogged veins
Old ruins of past raving
Abuse, deceit, and misbehaving

So it was twist and bust
Sea-air cracked metal rust
And no real effort made
To stem the tide's tirade
The lack of trust, the curse
Jealousy made much worse,
His fear, the also ran;
The child, a drowning man.

DFRW 3rd September 2004

]]> http://www.deanwhitbread.com/poetry/2004/09/rivals.html Sun, 26 Sep 2004 18:53:00 +0100 http://www.deanwhitbread.com/poetry/2004/09/rivals.html Listen to their awful spite
One pushed up against the other
Double D's of cleavage mutter
One to heaven, one to hell
Not lying flat, a heavy swell
Both disputing who is best
The battle of a bulging chest
Like two fat puppies in a bag
Growling, snarling, biting, sag
Depend upon the same brassiere
Into which they disappear
Notwithstanding age and size
Or cellulite on flabby thighs
Or lardy arse that splits the knickers
They scorn and snap with snidy snickers
Both fighting for the right to burst
And save ten drowning men from thirst
The mummy and the baby tit
Loudly proclaim "Coke isn't it"


DFRW 14th June 2004

]]> http://www.deanwhitbread.com/poetry/2004/09/i-wish_109638233268123200.html Sun, 26 Sep 2004 15:38:00 +0100 http://www.deanwhitbread.com/poetry/2004/09/i-wish_109638233268123200.html In a white lace gown
Wearing a crystal from Beirut
Pearls, and amber in silver
I'd wear a blue silk suit
Sing to you before and after
And the pledges would be easy
Our congregation high
We'd dance all night
Confuse and amuse our guests
With flirting
Catch the mountain train
At dawn
And fuck for peace at the
Summit
With the pink peaks crying
"More!"

I wish you'd boast of me
Your cool Englishman
The one worth making an exception for
Being true no barrier to
Liberation
Your imperfect, out-of-sorts
Perfection
Sex and love, devoted
Dedication
Giving challenge and support
Sensitivity and thought
Planning lessons, buying shoes
Co-ordinating orange, blues
Greens and greys,
Your moods and needs
Your hunger feeds

I wish you'd come with me
Come out, away
Let loose and play
Like children, willful
Innocent,
Lingering and lazy at
Places where the world
Is less confused and
People are less crazy
We'll swim and dive
Relax and float and
Smile, invite our friends,
Sleep all together in one
Big bed,
Read each other morning stories
Publish comedies and diaries
Cook exotic and delicious meals
Stretch and yawn and
Keep it real


DFRW 8th May 2004

]]> http://www.deanwhitbread.com/poetry/2004/09/ready-steady.html Sun, 26 Sep 2004 10:16:00 +0100 http://www.deanwhitbread.com/poetry/2004/09/ready-steady.html Soft wet drips
Limpid looks
TV cooks
Slice and butter
Braise and mutter
Slave and scrape
Jest, dessicate
Caress, thrill
Dress to kill
Express, emote
Drizzle, coat
Fry, bake
FInesse, fake
Garnish, grill
Griddle, fill
Flash, preen
Blend, tureen
Mix, stuff
Slice, puff
Seconds left
TV Chef

DFRW 24th May 2004

]]> http://www.deanwhitbread.com/poetry/2004/09/memorial.html Sun, 26 Sep 2004 09:33:00 +0100 http://www.deanwhitbread.com/poetry/2004/09/memorial.html Till I begged her to stop
Then I cried and cried
Every last fucking drop

And the flowers I gave
Just wilted and faded
They were fresh from the grave
Of the truth she evaded

And my heart once so hot
Is now dead stone and cold
The kettle, the pot
Now cracked open and old

For she said she would not
But she still went and did
Til I joined up the dots
To reveal what she hid

Yet denial persists
Shame, dishonesty, pride
In the kisses she kissed
When she lied and she lied


DFRW 11th October 2004

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