Mymate Marmite

MY MATE MARMITE

EVERY MORNING ABOUT EIGHT

I GO TO THE CUPBOARD AND LOOK FOR MY MATE

I LIKE IT ESPECIALLY WITH BUTTER ON TOAST

I PROBABLY HAVE IT I BIT MORE THAN MOST

I LOVE THE BLACK AND YELLOW LID JARS

I WONDER IF THEY HAVE IT ON MARS

I KNOW SOME DISLIKE IT BUT I  AM NOT ONE

I HAVE HAD  MY OBSESSION SINCE THE  AGE OF 1

IT WAS A COMPULSION THAT STUCK TO MY TONGUE

I HAVE LOVED IT ON SOLDIERS SINCE I WAS YOUNG

DIPPED INTO  THE YOLK OF AN EGG THAT IS RUNNY

SOME PEOLPE MAY LAUGH AND THINK  THAT IM FUNNY

IT’S BLACK ITS GOOEY ITS A STICKY IT’S  GUNGE

 I HAVE IT IN BETWEEN A VICTORIA SPONGE

A WAFER THIN LAYER SPREAD PERFECTLY RIGHT

I EVEN GET CRAVINGS IN THE MIDDLE OF NIGHT

STILL LOVE IT IN  A SANDWICH WITH CRISPS WITH A CRUNCH

I AM A LITTLE OCD BUT STILL THE BEST OF THE BUNCH

I GOT VERY DISTRESSED WHEN THE SHOP HAD SOLD OUT

SO I STARTED TO HOARD THEM SO THERE WAS NO DOUBT

I HAVE 100 JARS UNDER THE BED

ANOTHER 200 IN THE GARDEN SHED

I HAVE SOME IN THE LOFT AND IM READY TO FEAST

I CANNOT GO WITHOUT MY EXTRACT OF YEAST

I WENT TO THE SHOPS AND NOTICED SOMETHING QUITE STRANGE

THE LITTLE BLACK JARS WERE NO WHERE IN RANGE

I LOOKED UP EVERY ISLE BUT TO NO AVAIL

THE STAFF THAT WORKED THERE WERE AS SLOW AS A SNAIL

SO WITHOUT HESITATION I BEGAN MY DETECTION

I THINK I WILL NEED MUCH FURTHER INSPECTION

THERE WERE  THESE LITTLE GREEN MEN  TAKING THE JARS BY THE SCORE

 OBVIOUSLY ALIENS  FLYING OUT THE BACK DOOR

THEY SAID THEY WOULD REWARD ME IF I COULD SUPPLY THEM WITH MORE

SO I ACTED ALL INNOCENT AND I KNOW IT SOUNDS CRUEL

BUT I THINK THEY WERE USING IT AS  THERE ALIEN FUEL

THEY WERE TURNING THE JARS INTO FLYING SPACESHIPS

I COULDN’T TELL THEM I LIKE MINE ON CHIPS

SO I LEFT RATHER SHARPLY AND TOLD NO-ONE BUT YOU

THE LITTLE GREEN MEN INTO THE SKY THEY ALL FLEW

SO I NOW LOOK UP TO THE STARS  AT NIGHT 

AND STILL EAT UP MY MATE I CALL IT MARMITE

I KNOW YOU MIGHT THINK IM A VERY STRANGE FELLOW

BUT I DO LOVE THE STUFF IN A JAR BLACK AND YELLOW

Chocogasm

THATS FOOD FOR THOUGHT

IM THINKING ABOUT FOOD 

LETS LOOK OUT THE SCIENCE

COS THERE’S SOME RELIANCE ON 

WHAT IM DIGESTING  SO HER’ES WHAT IM SUGGESTING 

C’EST CHOCOLATE  TEMPTATION FOR THE TONGUE 

THE OLD THE YOUNG THE RICH THE POOR

ALL SHOUT OUT FOR MORE AND MORE 

 CEST CHIQUE STANDING  CHEEK TO CHEEK  THE STRONG THE WEAK 

THE  SILENT RIPPLE THE MARS IN THE MIDDLE AND THE  FLAKE 

TAKE ONE MORE BITE AND UNITE TONIGHT IS THE NIGHT WE COME TOGETHER

AS ONE 

BREAKAWAY FROM  THE MUNCHIES AND   NOW IM UP  ON CRUNCHES 

MARATHON MAN RUNNING  LOW ON  SNICKERS 

THE THOUGHTS ARE  NOW CONSUMING  A LACE ON YOUR KNICKERS

NOT PRESUMING ANYTHING GOES  OF COURSE

NOT SUCH A MILKY BAR KID  ITS THE  WHITE THE BAD  AND THE  UGLY 

THE CURLY THE WURLY  SITTING SMUGLY AND   IM LEARNING

EARS ARE BURNING AND TASTE BUDS YEARNING

FOR YOU 

IF YOUR READY FOR AN AERO DYNAMIC LOOK AT THE MIX

TAKE THE TWINS AND SPINS INTO TWIX

IN THIS COUNTY THE BOUNTY IS OUT JUST  ANOTHER FINGER OF FUDGE IS 

NOT QUITE ENOUGH  THE TOUGHEST BIT IS ALWAYS  EVERYTHING BUT THE TWIRL

THE TIME TO  FOOL  AROUND AND MAKE LOVE IN  A WAR ZONE 

THE TOBY LA RONE THE TEMPTATION TOO HIGH TRIANGULAR

THE SMART  E  THE  MANDEM  RAPPER THE TASTY TOE TAPPER

THE MEOW THE PURR IN YOU VOICE GIVES ME NO CHOICE BUT TO 

LOVE THAT  KITTY KAT SMILE  BY A MILE IM YOURS FOR THE TAKING

BUT YES YOUR RIGHT IM THAT GEEZER WITH  A MOUNTAIN MALTESER TO PLEASE YER

ALL THE WAY FROM ANOTHER GALAXY TO SEE HER 

NO ASSUMPTIONS  ON MY CONSUMPTIONS 

 IM THE POETIC 

THE PAUNCH THAT MUNCHES FROM THE HIP   THE CHOCOLATE CHIP OFF THE  BLOCK

THE  TRIP HOP THE SALIVATOR   THE  TERMINATOR 

IM THINKING OF YOU  AGAIN WET FROM THE RAIN 

TAKE A BUS RIDE A DOUBLE DECKER  AND FIND MY  COMFORTING CARESS

ITS TIME TO CONFESS MY URGES AND POLITICAL PURGES ON  YOU

AVOID ME  COS 

THIS GUYS A PLONKER THE WONKIEST WONKER  A  MISTAKE NOT A MIS ON O GIST

BUT A  MISSED HONOURED   LIST  A SEXY SECRETION  THE REASONS NOT WITHIN  A SEASON

MY PASSION REACTION IS NOT A  TRUE REFLECTION OF ME

YOU SEE  MY GUT FEELING IS  TRUE TUITION AND  NURTURED NUTRITION

THE MYSTICAL MINSTREL THE  QUELLE SURPRISE  THE  TRUFFLE THE CAKE 

ITS WHAT MAKES THE MOMENT GO MADLY YET SADLY

MY CHOCOLATE HEART BEATS NO MORE

AND FOR YEARS  IVE SHED COCO TEARS  FOR YOU 

AND OF COURSE 

WILL ALWAYS 

LOVE YOU  

 XBIGGYX

great to see the poem made it in to Hertfordshire life JUNE issue -

 line up for audition rock the castle may 2015

1215-12.40-alysha hutchings

12.45-1.10 - Morgan Callow

1.15pm-1.40-Cara Beard

1.45-2.pm- Daren Peary (poet)

2.15-2.50 Pop Up Acoustic

3pm-3.35-Failing to Fly

3.45-4.20 Kingship Red

4.30-5.05 the Doctors

5.15-5.50 Tatanka

6pm-6.35 Wasted Rhymes

6.45-7.20 Redtown

7.30-8.05 Paul Booth

8.15-8.50 Feb 21s

9pm-9.35 Penny Royal

9.45-END Sofasonic

 

Illustrator

Meeting with illustrator 2 

THESE ARE MY INVISIBLE WOUNDS

These are my invisible wounds  The traumas the torments lie hidden like cracks in the  pavement descending divided  a mother misguided leave’s and deceives us with a moment of mistrust

in two minds colliding and collapsing closed curtains 

THESE ARE MY INVISIBLE WOUNDS

today the play was not acted out but  lies hidden - hidden beneath crispy cold skin

  behind the fake smiles and lines made from the  laughter of clowns  yet depression sneaks in  and now sewn  in the subconscious through layers of time  

THESE ARE MY INVISIBLE WOUNDS

the lost sheep on the hillside has no where to hide  but  still he runs  runs into the dark divide 

broken voices no rejoicing but voicing the moment he cries

  look at the pain in the rain and the crashing of tears on my pillow  my aggression confession speaks volumes to me 

THESE ARE MY INVISIBLE WOUNDS

 Traumas locked away in a box a toy box without toys 

 no one to share joy  with  my words are there for you 

words we can play with  but no one  to stay with 

THESE ARE MY INVISIBLE WOUNDS

The soldier  lies bleeding and battered  in tatters  a mind twisted tormented  not as nature or nurture intended - the disordered stress stands tall but when he falls and he wears  it like a badge 

a gift given to please us and still 

those fragile bones lie shattered inside  the pride in his hands  has no torchlight to guide him 

THESE ARE MY INVISIBLE WOUNDS

 broken backyards  discarded bullets and a rusty  blade left unsharpened 

untouchable in turmoil  these silent lips speak through a pillow to cushion the blow 

this  bruise of life  has been blackened and once again my blood boils 

THESE ARE MY INVISIBLE WOUNDS

  The faceless reflection shows no imperfection but you insist on a label to keep me in order

the code of genetics was written  before me  so you can ashore me that they will try to ignore me 

down shadowless we meet and  

THESE ARE MY INVISIBLE WOUNDS

 water  falls and the quill caresses  all the stresses away the swirl of each letter can make you feel better but for  generations before and after the mirror lies  cracked so  for these wounds to heal  i am now making them visible  I am standing on the soap box i am standing to be counted  for   I  am a survivor but I  have not survived

 Daren Peary 

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MEETING WITH SCBWI members at LEAF

Norfolk magazine publication APRIL ISSUE

GREAT TO SEE I MADE IT INTO APRIL'S EDITION OF NORFOLK MAGAZINE 

BLAKENEY POEM - 

BLAKENEY 

A SHORT WINTER’S BREAK TAKES ME ONCE AGAIN TO MY BELOVED BLAKENEY,

AS I TAKE MY FIRST INTAKE OF  COASTAL BREATH ON THIS FEBRUARY MORNING 

 I WALK INTO A POET’S DREAM  AND  THE  MOMENT  ENGULFS ME LIKE A WARM BLANKET AT THE FIRESIDE 

THAT SALTY TASTE  ALWAYS REMINDS ME OF A CHILDHOOD IN THE DISTANT  PAST

CHARACTERS IN CAGOULE AND  WELLINGTON HUNTERS LAUGHING AND LOOKING INTO THEIR VESSELS  OF HOPE  HUNTING THE CRAB 

THE MASTS STAND TALL AND THE SOLDIER LIKE  WOODEN POSTS MAKE PERFECT PERCHES FOR THE GULLS  EVEN  TODAY THERE ARE HARDY CRABBERS DESCENDING

ON THE  QUAYSIDE  AMAZING  I CATCH MYSELF GAZING AT THE 

THE  SEA BIRDS OBSERVING AND BACON BAIT DESERVING THE

TIDAL SURGES WATERS   RISING  AND  BOATS EMERGING  

THE BOARDWALK BECKONS THE MORNING AND  LIFTS ME FROM MY CAR SEAT  SLUMBER 

ROPES CLANGING THE MASTS ,THE BELL RINGERS, THE UPTURNED BOATS  WEATHERED  BUT WAITING FOR THEIR DAY TO COME

WE START OUR COASTAL  ADVENTURE  AND HOPSCOTCH THE SAMPHIRE PATHWAYS  TO  REACH THE MUDDY TRENCHES  UPON DRIFTWOOD BENCHES WE SIT AND SMELL THE AIR AND  THEN PERSIST INTO THIS NEW GAME  WE SHARE A RARE MOMENT OF CHILD LIKE NOSTALGIA TOGETHER 

THE SANDBANK SOLITUDE A TONIC FOR PETULANCE AND PAIN

THE REAL TWEETERS SWEEP PAST WITH BINOCULARS AS PENDULUM PENDANTS

  ALL GIVE WELCOME GREETINGS AND  A NODD ALL CARRY HONEST  DEMEANOURS

THE MARSHLAND MEANDERINGS REMINISCENT OF A  BEACH HUT DREAM I HAD ONCE UPON TIME IN A FOREST LIFE NOT THAT LONG AGO

THE TIDE TURNS AND A SOLITARY  SEAL FOLLOWS THE FLOW INTO TOWN

BOBBING AND BASHFUL CAUSING A MURMURING FOR THE  MARINERS 

EVENTUALLY BREAKING THE BEACH COMBERS STARE

HE DROPS AND DISAPPEARS INTO THE GREY

A RUSTY BOAT PUTS A SMILE ON MY FACE AS  ICE CREAM DAYS FLICKER THROUGH MY MIND 

CHAINED AND ROPED TIED  PROTECTED BUT NOW IM   WISHING I WAS SAILING THE VESSEL VOLCANIC INTO A PIRATE CRUSADE 

AS WE HEAD BACK PLASTIC BUCKETS AND NETS  PUT MY FAITH BACK INTO A WORLD AT WAR

 SHIP MASTS REACH FOR THE SKY CHURCH LIKE  FRAMED AND NOW BLOWING IN THE WIND A SEAWEED MEDUSA CATCHES THE EYE AND IT WRAPS ITSELF AROUND MY MIND QUAYSIDE  PORTHOLES  ECHO  THE BREEZE AND THE  YELLOW LIGHTS FROM THE BLAKENEY HOTEL DRAW A SHADOW TO WALK ON UNUSUALLY QUIET MYSTICAL AND MOODY

BLAKENEY  TODAY YOU ARE  SERENE  AND PICTURESQUE SO I’LL SEE YOU IN THE SUMMER 

WHEN THE CROWDS COME  AND DISTURB YOU FROM YOUR’E  SLEEP  AN EXODUS AWAITS 

 FOR NOW  ITS TIME TO TAKE  THE TIME WITH ME  LIKE A CRAB IM A HOOKED LEFT SPINNING

NETTED  LETS  MAKE THIS ADVENTURE LAST  SO  HOIST UP  AND SET SAIL   NEXT STOP CLEY.

lovebug parade

THERE IS  A STORY  TO TELL YOU 

AND IT HAPPENS TONIGHT 

SO CUDDLE UP CLOSER AND TURN DOWN THE LIGHT 

THE FOREST IS READY AND  THE TABLE IS LAID

THIS STORY IS ABOUT  THE LOVE BUG PARADE

THERE’S GOING TO BE LUNCH THERE’S GOING TO BE PUD 

AND IT’S ALL GOING ON IN PIGGY WIG WOOD 

IT’S GOING TO BE FABULOUS IT’S GOING TO BE GRAND

HERE COME THE BEETLES AND THE BUGS IN THE BAND

ALL THE CATERPILLARS CARRY A FLAG WITH A  HEART

THE ANTS PLAY A TUNE AND ARE THEIR AT THE START

THE DRAGONFLIES  THEY DILLY DALLY AND DANCE

THE SPIDER IS SPINNING HIS WEB JUST BY CHANCE

ITS IN THE SHAPE OF A HEART BY THE TREE

THIS IS A PLACE THAT I WANT TO BE

THE LOVE BUG PARADE IS A WONDERFUL SIGHT

ALL THE BUTTERFLIES FLUTTERBY AND DRESS RATHER BRIGHT 

THE BEES ARE WEARING THIER HATS AND LOOK COOL

ALL THE LOVE BUG CHILDREN HAVE A DAY OFF FROM SCHOOL

THE LADYBIRDS MARCH ON TO LOVE BUG HILL

WHERE THE SUN IS SETTING AND TIME STANDS STILL

THE SNAILS ARE THE SLOWEST BUT  THEY ARE ALL TRYING HARD

TO PUT SOME LOVE AND KINDNESS  INTO  A VALENTINES CARD

ALL THE WASPS CARRY STRAWBERRIES AND  WEAR YELLOW SOCKS

THE SLUGS  HAVE A SIGN THAT SAYS  MY LOVE ROCKS

THE SPRING FAIRIES FOLLOW WITH  A FLOWER IN HAND

THIS IS THE PLACE THEY CALL  LOVE BUG LAND 

THE LOVE BUG PARADE IS FULL OF GOOD CHEER

I DO HOPE YOU WILL COME AND SEE US NEXT YEAR  

Open Mic Poetry: Behind the Scenes at Jawdance