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.

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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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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

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

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.

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

Ugly Beauty – poem

Ugly is interesting

Staring is inclined

Just as beauty draws

It shows equality defined

Ugly shows a character

You’ve not witnessed before

Surrounding yourself with beauty

Can’t keep ugly from your door

Ugliness can teach you

Ugliness shows

Ugliness is not a choice

It, like beauty, grows

Ugly is a part of life

Becoming a decomposition of holes

Without it, you know nothing real

As, one side of life shows

Appreciate the ugly

We have it within

Knowing we all slide

Slowly, regretfully towards aging.

Fin

By Samantha unextraordinarybint Harris .

Hair Colonies – Poem

Hair Colonies

Long hair is beautiful
But, it is the bind weed of the home
I hate stray hairs
I’m brunette (odd grey)
If I see a hair on the sink or side
Immediately, with it, into the bin I glide
Several reasons.
They wrap around the taps
They gather in the plug
They gather in the vacuum cleaner
Long hair is strong
It will inhabit an environment to which
It doesn’t belong
It will gather other hairs
Any hair
From any region – yuk
Any colour, colonies aren’t choosy
Even greys are acceptable
In their plans to take your hole
Then amazing strength you’ll see
Scissors and knives can shoved down the drain
To remove and attempt to regain
You’ll know the angiush…
Then, there is the hoover.
All that dust
Wrapped hair in colonies of lust
Undo this, undo that
Cut the fecking thing off
And, then put it all back
What a palava
And, you’ve still got the cleaning to do after!
Yeah, long hair is lovely
I could twiddle and twirl it all day
If only, when loose, they would all crawl away.

The End.
by Samantha “unextraordinarybint” Harris. Written 25th September 2020 Hertfordshire.UK.

 

Bladder Pain Iron Claw – Poem

Bladder Pain Iron Claw

Often asked to describe bladder pain
Pain is subjective
None is the same

Right now, this second, it feels like
I’m clamped in an iron claw
It holds me with a vice like grip
One pincher on my belly button sits
My pubic bone caught within
The pincher on the other side
Catches my buttocks and all that resides
Sits, tightly, thobbing painfully inside.

I can sit
I can stand
I can walk a bit
But, the vice is felt for every movement of it.

It feels like I have iron pants on
With screws at every side
Perhaps someone, somewhere
Has a voodoo doll of my hide.

The End.
By Samantha “unextraordinarybint” Harris. Written 24th September 2020. Watford, Herts. UK.

I have TVT bladder mesh. I’m awaiting removal…it’s a long road.

Smooth – Poem

It took hours of squeezing here
Positioning there
Contortionist tricks are nothing
To a woman who cares
I checked thoroughly with two fingers too;
But, still one managed to sneak through
There is little more bothersome
When every bit is smooth
Then visibly you witness
Just one hair poking up
Lifting it’s head like a buttercup
Saying hello to the world
Seemingly unaware of
My recent attempts at it’s cull
The razor and soap is now away
So, this stubborn one
Is here to stay

The end.

By Samantha “unextraordinarybint” Harris
Written 19th September 2020
Hertfordshire.