Poetic Break

Messy Lament

As the words

"I don't think I love you
anymore"
burnt holes in my eardrums
my breath went to Venus
and my stomach took leave,
making me heave
all the beautiful memories
of us lying in parks and
under the trees
on beaches in Greece
with the sound
of the sea.



And just as suddenly,
the time you asked
"do you think one day
you'll be my wife"
shoots a dart the size of
the moon into my
heart as I realise
it will never be true
even though I
can't stop loving
you.



So I ask myself
What did I do?
Should I have changed myself
Been more relaxed with you?
I go over each battle
with a fine tooth comb
teasing out my actions,
the knots and emotions
and I think perhaps I asked
too much
and maybe that is
why you flew.

But it's hard to believe
you couldn't give reprieve
for the mistakes I made
when you, I forgave.
And the scissors of your
last few words
cut holes in the
fabric of the hours
we spent with our bodies
tightly interlaced
as we surfed on a passionate wave
your breath matching mine
our hearts keeping time
bodies entwined.


See I gave you my all
Would have had your children
And more
But problems you saw
You refused to face
And discarded me
Leaving little trace
Of the man I knew
So i'm left only with anger
To get me through.

Oh how do I wish
The clock would to the
beginning return
So I could use
All that I’ve learned
And ask you to wait
Be sure before my heart
you take.


And it's my tears that now
try to wash away
the image of you in my future days
which will eventually fade
like writing on parchment
left out of the shade.





Ode to an ex-boss

Go on, try and put me in a box,

you just dare.

Oh no, you can't can you?
Because I'm not square!
But what could you know

beyond the nose of your

vintage bordeaux
or the sole of your Gucci shoe?

So instead you fire me

because I swear

and refuse to corporate clothing wear

and have an interesting cut to my hair.

Well you can take your corporate twatter
office etiquette, political correctness,
Dress codes and arses that get fatter
and stick it in the gutter.

And years from now you'll try and hide
like a fox inside his den
But Karma isn't someone you can fire
and sweetheart i'm just climbing higher.



It's not just election time

Was it Shakespeare who said
What’s in a name? David Cameron by any other
Name would smell of slime and deceit
But what shall we do when, as deserved,
Gordon Brown’s gonna lose his seat
And the Liberal Democrats seem
Quite frankly, weak.

Vote Green you might say,
Save the Planet come what may
But can they keep the world at bay
When the Japanese wanna eat Whales all day
And there’s a war going on in Afghanistan
With us Brits and the US of A
That no one’s gonna win.

Truth is can’t trust none of ‘em
They’re all out for themselves each and every one
They got their own agendas,
Their own wallets to fill,
And they don’t care ‘bout no national bill
Cos for sure they’re on the payroll
A steady income that’ll grow.

But it’s for our homeless I worry
And the miners who no longer quarry.
The kids without jobs and the
Man who no longer drives his lorry.
Or the pensioner who in their winter home freezes
And asylum seekers brought here
Under false pretences.

Our rubbish bins over flow
With the melting glaciers which show
The warming of our planet
They used to think was slow.
The mountains will fall
And the rivers run red
With the blood of the dead.
For the nature of human beings is such
That God, Buddha, Allah etcetera or not
There’s always some excuse to
Destroy our lot.

Nicola Carley

Sunset in Paris

Where the Seine meets the sky, spilling over the edge of the horizon,
its waters become fiery in the molten sunset, flanked by the dark silhouettes of Paris' architectural treasures: Notre-Dame, the Louvre and the Musee D'Orsay.

As day turns to dusk and gives birth to the night,
the amber turns pearly and the river is lustrous with the moonbeams' glow.

Nicola Carley