Thursday, January 28, 2010
'Escape' Poetry Paperback. €5.00
32 poems about abuse in all its forms; mental, physical and sexual.
What Home Is
Home is where the heart is,
and where each brand new start is.
For plans and dreams and pain,
with everything to gain.
A haven for the brain,
to keep you safe and sane.
For peace of mind and happiness,
and shelter from the rain.
copyright@emmasharn2010
Weirdo
Oh weirdo knocking on my door, you rang my bell five times before.
Late at night, before lunch hour, no privacy, you take my power.
Too afraid to tell you no, instead I wait for you to go.
I nod and smile, I’m too polite, you take advantage of my plight.
I do not know how to say, ‘oh you weirdo go away!’
copyright@emmasharn2010
Unwanted Gift
Somebody has given me a present I don’t want,
before they guess what I am thinking, I put on a front.
Now I have to smile, and look so grateful when I'm not
especially because it’s free, and I don’t have a lot.
It is really useless and I wish I could return it,
my house is full of clutter, it would make more sense to burn it.
I’m too scared to pass it on, in case it gets discovered,
I would rather die than let my secret be uncovered.
The value of our friendship is much greater than the truth,
besides if they found out, I’d be afraid they’d hit the roof.
copyright@emmasharn2010
Tour Guide
I’m a nice lady who works as a guide, in this tourist place.
You wouldn’t look twice if you think I’m nice, but I can show my nasty face.
I have a plan, assertive I am, I’ll tell you ‘No cameras in here.’
I’ll get the result that you want to bolt, my manner makes you shed a tear.
I have such power, at you I will glower, authority does make me high,
if I am firm then maybe you’ll learn, my manner is far from shy.
I cannot be nice with eyes like ice, as I angrily storm your way,
using bad tone as I dig with my bone, I like to ruin your day.
I add sarcasm to kill the orgasm, of you enjoying this place,
only you know how I let myself show, as I am rude to your face.
It’s not about photos not being allowed, I know you don’t mean any harm,
but it made me feel good like no staff ever should,
to spoil your mood with this charm.
Treating you like a child, I’ll drive you wild, by snatching your dignity,
now you won’t come back for fear of attack,
I should have been nice and just smiled.
You cannot say that you had a nice day, my malice flew round in your head,
I was so mean, now you’re not very keen,
the thought of it fills you with dread.
copyright@emmasharn2010
The Queen Bee
The Queen Bee of the office, is employed to tell you ‘No’.
The second you are seen, you are assessed as friend or foe,
you will not be spared, if you don’t take the hint and go.
Everything you say, she does her utmost to ignore,
God help you if you’re adamant, and try to argue more.
Obviously you have never met her kind before,
she takes a step towards you, pushing you back through the door.
Don’t mess with the Queen Bee, she’s more powerful than you,
with a veneer of politeness she assumes you won’t see through.
She stares at you in silence, hoping to intimidate,
and then repeats her answer ‘No,’ till you run for the gate.
Even when you prove her wrong, she tries hard to deny it,
her job is to wear you down, make you feel like an eejit.
copyright@emmasharn2010
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