Last night I was quite baleful,
It hapened to me again*,
I won’t be told I cannot swear,
By sexist fucking men.
*https://tansyroake.wordpress.com/2015/02/02/cunt-2/
poetry
New Word Poem no. 18 – Gamut
It’s imposable to comprehend,
The Gamut of anything,
But I believe, with art,
We can at least begin.
New Word Poem 17 – Inculcate
Education is a system,
Designed to inculcate,
But really it enforced,
My desire to create.
New Word Poem no. 16 – Punctilious
If ever I’m punctilious,
Please bring me up to task,
People are annoying,
When they’re talking out their arse.
His voice,
Staring at me,
With awful,
Questioning eyes,
I dared not turn,
I dared not answer.
Sleep Apnea
Snatched back
From the icy talons,
Of deathless sleep,
Or sleepless death.
Heartbeat pulsing in my ears,
Rattling in my chest.
Leaving me helpless,
Heatless,
Struggling to catch up,
Unawares.
And now I lay awake,
Trapped in fear,
Knowing I am unable take,
My final breath.
And here am I,
So terrified by the scale of it all,
That I must escape into banality.
I’m Dancing with Insanity
I see in varied clarity,
As fog evades reality,
I dot my Is,
and cross my Ts
Yet still this world alluding me,
Is not the same one that you see.
Transfixed,
But no desire to flee,
I’m dancing with insanity.
Alliterative Language
Language is luscious,
Lascivious and lustful.
My infantile attempts,
To adorn it with adoration,
Can only fall a thousand times short.
Wistfully I can wish,
That my words,
I will be able to harvest Its’ honey.
I have no other need,
Than to know that which has,
infinitely intrigued me,
And yet still alludes me.
Sick bed
I lie,
Languid,
Festering fresh,
Sticky and sodden,
My chosen entrapment,
My shrouds,
Alive,
With me,
As I swell and shrivel,
As I leak and absorb,
I become more of it,
It becomes more of me.
As I expire,
It gains life.
Tansy Roake 