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 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
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
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 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 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.
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?
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
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
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.
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.
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 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
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
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.
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.
