The Keeper - all views welcome.

Here is a new poem that might make it to my next book. I am still honing it so any comments would be appreciated.


I am a keeper
I don't do 'he's not that into me.'
I'm not interested in flaky excuses
If you do not phone me
I'll to do the same thing twice
I have no time for the sort of men
Who aren't very nice.
Don't bother with that
Easy, easy gleamed eye'd smile
It doesn't work on me
You can try it on other women
It's some peoples cup of tea
Because I am a keeper
I can wait and wait
I've seen your type come and go
Your masculine allure soon abates
So, when your fat, still trying your moves
Pathetic as you pull
I'll have the kids, security
and you will be the fool
So stare across this crowded room
Look me in the eye
Don't bother with sincerity
It would only be a lie.
Play around and waste your time
Leave love hearts shattered, broken
I care not for your company
That's why we have not spoken

(c) Belle Marsh.



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Top 100 UK poetry paid - Thanks everyone

After posting our kitty poem below we reached the top 100 Kindle's paid poetry for Amazon UK. small progress but huge when you consider that we are in among the established poetry books. Rock on.

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PUSSY CAT, PUSSY CAT WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN

Inspired by the strays that I lured from the top of my very long garden, my other two cats and those that have gone to that great kitty place in the sky. An homage to cats.

It struck me as entirely apt and in line with my belief in connections that at the same time as I wrote this poem two coincidental things occured. I wandered into Waterstones and discovered that the number one bestseller there is called 'A Street Cat Named Bob' about a homeless man saved by the love of his cat and additionally in a bizarre double convergence my daughter entirely unbeknown to me, had seen the author, with Bob, while in central London.

I empathise entirely with the idea that a cat might utterly change a life. It took two years to lure Peanut and Jessie  two scraggy, undernourished strays from the top of my 200 foot garden to the bottom where love and good food improved their lives and that is a story I might write in a bit of flash fiction sometime.

 

Anyway, here is the poem.

 

 



My old boy, now sadly passed.

I love my cat,
Furry, velvet, patty pat
Brush me gently,
Just like that.
Pat, pat, patty, patty pat
Purry, whirry, sleepy cat.
Paddy paws, tummy fat.
Tatty, matty, latte cat.
Silky paws, sat on mat.
Milky whiskers, mices scat.
Fatty, natty, catty cat
Silent, shifting, pretty cat.
Disappears, just like that.

 

(C) Belle Marsh

 

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