Ping – a poem

Ping went the strings

On the canopy of everything.

By Samantha “unextraordinarybint” Harris

The Score – Poem

Down on knees
Feeling squeezed
The silent war
Scores
Those who believe
Push heads up
Breathe
Soul stronger
Fore
Those that know
The wheel turns
History burns
Falore
Land running
Learn cunning
Carry on
As before

The End

by Samantha Harris England.

I hope this resonates with someone.

The Fall

The grateful stood back

Watched

While we attacked

The blood spewed

Our eyes avoiding

The tortured

They knew

The Great Four sat

Surveyed, reviewed.

Others, apathetic,

Reigned

Bonded to greedy games

Enemy brought in

Boxed bright

Fuelling winnable fights.

She slips out from within

Unwanted, ugly, thin.

Her plan, simply to survive

To build, to love and to lie.

Understanding the lines in the sand,

She gathers feathers

To softly land.

The end.

By Samantha “unextraordinarybint” Harris.

I hope that this poem resonates with some readers.

staycalmcarryon

Lab Rat Age – Lockdown Poem

Isolating for covid nineteen

All social distancing

It’s now twenty twenty-one

Another lock down has begun

Pfizer, Astra Zeneca and J & J

Motivated with shares and graphs

They wipe us away

Like fleas on an arse

Looking back to where to begin

I came across the story of Aspirin

Linked to Spanish Flu, who knew?

Pharma have us by the balls

Wanting funding for a new cause

Just how many more variants

Can really be found

In residents isolating, gone to ground?

We’ve vaccinated millions

Yet death figures soar

It takes no super sleuth

To unlock the cage

On Britain’s new,

Lab Rat Age.

The end.

Thanks for reading

copyright Samantha Harris (unextraordinarybint) January 2021

Destruction- poem

The war machine swims unseen

It slides, drifts in between

Hammer, hammer, hammer

Push, push, push

Making their need a must

Jobs for the many

Death for the due

It could be me

It could be

You.

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Ruby Wax and Me – Nipple Poetic Story

There is a woman called Ruby Wax.

A more lovely woman you would not see.

She has cheeks of red which glow, and she hates them so.

Excitable she be and there are none funnier than she.

In earlier days she travelled around England to circumvent our inhabitants.

With Hit and Run, she met me.

Robert Lenkievitz’s model was I with breasts that you could anchor a ship on.

A study of St. Anthony found me naked on the BBC.

The next day, at my work, Boss was grinning like a jerk.

By lunchtime she’d made me coffee and then slyly asked me.

Yes, it was me.

Modelling naked on the TV.

Better though, I said, glowing rather red, was being interviewed by Ruby Wax.

I was immortalised on canvas and TV and that history could haunt me.

But proud, eventually, I would become; of my breasts, nipples and bum.

Meeting Ruby Wax who is a comedy best was the making of that assignment for me.

Afterwards, she went down to Longleat, for tea.

I went back to my bar, as the maid I really was, then I got fired because I’d posed naked for The Painter. See? One rule for one and another for me.

Now, I have Ruby Wax on my Facebook but she does not know that I was the body on which one of her episodes did close.

The End.

Thanks for reading.

https://youtu.be/TqlN3zJUWEY – you tube links are rather unreliable in UK so you could search for,

“Ruby Wax meets Robert Lenkiewicz in Plymouth, 1990. Hit and Run. “

Thanks for your time.

https://youtu.be/TqlN3zJUWEY

It took a year for this program to air – hence the two job reactions.

Ancestors Race – Poem

Ancestors tell me

In voices clear

Be close, but not near.

For centuries they took us

Never seen again

Ancient bones remain hidden

Under greed, envy and pain.

Wrath settles in dust.

Waken state they wake

Soldiers shoulders wide

Enemies show their scales

Poking the bear on the line.

Snakes rattle and spit

Ancestors remind me of it

Pirates of Barbary

Fair freedoms fought

Hold children safe

Whilst history is untaught

As we move into darkness

I hold to brotherly faith

I remember the contest but

Never the race.

The end.

By Samantha Harris

Jerks – lock down poem

Jerks chase without

Understanding

Speak without

Truth and feeling

Sing without engaging

The heart strings

And know only

Yesterday

Come the hour

All powers

Leave behind confused

Minds…

*******

By Samantha unextraordinarybint Harris.

I Remember You

Duck egg blue

Footwell smell

Proud feeling

Bumping apologies

Fleeing scenes

Visiting

Backward speeding

Flat shoes

Pavement bounce

Driver blues

Sticky shift

Steamy views

I still fondly smile

When I remember you.

End.

By Samantha unextraordinarybint Harris

This is about my first car. Light blue Moris Minor Traveller.

I broke the front axle on it.

Long story.

I might tell it some day.

She was beautiful but annoyingly hard to handle, I called her Gertie.

Thanks for reading.

What was your first car?

Moris Minor

200 Followers – poem

It’s cracking when you follow

It’s in ter est ing

I always go to see

One hundred posts the same?

How and what is that game?

Marketing is a must

WordPress in sentence with trust

I suspect I’m spam again

So, in my tin I will reign

Thank you to each of who do

Whether through interest

Or trying to covert

I hope I’ve made a connection

You are a barmy collection

And, loved, each of you

I’ve corresponded with some lovely sorts

Every one polite, pleased to report

Manners like gravy make my world go around

Now over two hundred followers I’ve found.

I’m thankful for my blog right now.

Writing from my tower in the clouds.

Fin.

By Samantha unextraordinarybint Harris

Quick note written in thanks for reaching 200 followers on wordpress. Thank you all.

Three Tears of Pain – craft poem

Three tears of pain

I give to gain

The power of three

I give them of my own accord

To help with history’s discord

A golden apple seed

The tears belonged to me

Disperse the atoms of hurt

From those who pain want to see

Understand this land

Remains protected

By Natures’s charm

I invoke the power of three

Protect and bring harmony

Gained in tears already paid

Upon this land

With love laid

Thank you for all that I can visilize

And for the beautiful land beyond my eyes

Blessed be the power of three.

The End.

by Samantha unextraordinarybint Harris

Massive Love for Males – Poem

We’ve massive love for males

Hatred I will rise to too

We swim with them eternally

It’s what we’re built to do.

His best aim for success

Is witnessed every day

Though his actions

May be brushed aside

Through his darkest hour

Loyal we will say and stay.

There is no reason to fight

Hate us, they do still

Do we have the will?

Can they understand?

Just hold us safe by the hand.

Walk together in moon’s light

Trust is to there to build

Kindness of heart to be filled

It is not a case of You or Me

Most deserve humanity.

Together we walk in sunlight

Hold each other in the darkness.

Fight the good fight.

Fin.

by Samantha unextraordinarybint Harris

Pewe, Trwe and Jowe in a Tree – Poem

Pewe, Trwe and Jowe

All sat in a tree

Along came beauty

It eyes them, suspicously.

Aha, what do you do?

Why, we await you.

Looking upon the three

Sure it’s eyes decieve;

Trwe’s a balloon,

Jowe’s a mop,

And, Pewe’s a stingy bee.

To habour my switch

You must make a pitch

How will you humour me?

The mop alights and pats beauty’s hair

There, there, I have care

I’ll create a land

Where freedom stands,

“Jowe’s land” for any man.

Balloon, pink in face,

Slid down to take his place,

“Trwe’s land” is fertile and green

Buried problems remain unseen

Come to us and live ‘the dream’.

Bee then spoke one word.

Pewe buzzed it, for all it’s worth.

Freedom Beauty heard

Freedom from doctrine?

Beauty’s head did ringe…

Could there be such a thing?

Then Beauty loud did shout

Her anger heard by all about

Into the well fell all three

Trwe, Pewe and Jowe

Disappeared to nought but air

Leaving Beauty and the Tree.

The End.

By Samantha unextraordinarybint Harris.

Invisible Me – Poem

Smaller than the eye can see

Invisible to you

Invisible to them

The mirror alone sees me

Invisible see?

Smaller than a speck of dirt

Sat on universe’s knee

Brushed off into the ether

That’s me

An atom screaming to be loved

Too invisible to hug.

end

by Samantha unextraordinarybint Harris

written 2nd October 2020

Hertfordshire.

Fam – poem

Are you fam?

Would you know?

Who I am?

DNA will say.

We are in an age

When all alliances

Will go astray.

To find commonality

In humanity

I need to tell you

Hatred

Is distraction man

Love is

Bringing up the rear

No priority

Re-arranged here.

Fin

By Samantha Harris

Where We Go – poem

When eyes close

Where do we go?

Body lies in place

Slack goes the face

Peace is known

Meditate

In the open hours

Remember

Odour of flowers

The smell of the ocean

Or the deep forest green

I visualize, fantasize

Resting back on a tree

Branches bow and creek

Listening to the wind speak

End

By Samantha unextraordinarybint Harris