The spirit of Christmas failed
And nowhere could it be found
It seemed this year it was hiding
The Christmas spirit had gone to ground
Apparently it happened too quickly
By September the people were bored
The season had begun way too early
People had spent more than they could afford
By December the glut was upon us
Trees were garish with lights
And no-one seemed to remember
One baby, in a stable, one night
©cih
starcline - less a blog, more a derailed train of thought
About Me
- clinestar
- Part time poet, full time librarian, student of the delights of milk chocolate. Likes books, milk, paddling, poetry, scribbling, chocolate, notebooks, sea, piers. Not necessarily in that order. All work copyright cih.
Stocking
I looked and the stocking was empty
No material reward for my labour
Was this holey sock all I'd got
For my year of exhaustingly good behaviour?
cih00
No material reward for my labour
Was this holey sock all I'd got
For my year of exhaustingly good behaviour?
cih00
Stocking Chiller
It wasn't what I'd requested
I hadn't put that on my list
Receive a cold for Christmas?
Something was surely amiss
Should I make a trip to Lapland?
Beard old Santa in his grotto?
Or perhaps that was the problem
His red nose proved he was blotto!
The cold was someone's Christmas gift
Unfortunately not mine
So I sat and thought about mistletoe
And drank some more mulled wine.
©cih00
I hadn't put that on my list
Receive a cold for Christmas?
Something was surely amiss
Should I make a trip to Lapland?
Beard old Santa in his grotto?
Or perhaps that was the problem
His red nose proved he was blotto!
The cold was someone's Christmas gift
Unfortunately not mine
So I sat and thought about mistletoe
And drank some more mulled wine.
©cih00
Swimmer
Too scared to dip a toe in an emotional whirlpool
You backed away before I could jump in and yell "the water's too hot!"
©cih04, 8.12.04
You backed away before I could jump in and yell "the water's too hot!"
©cih04, 8.12.04
Vacillation
You blew hot, you blew cold
you hurt me so much -
though it wasn't as if we'd been dating
when you made your decision on life
and on love
I was not even worthy of rating
©cih04, 8-9.12.04
you hurt me so much -
though it wasn't as if we'd been dating
when you made your decision on life
and on love
I was not even worthy of rating
©cih04, 8-9.12.04
The Obsessor
I get overly optimistic
Interpret everything as signs that you'll love me eternal
Which, I suppose, you may well do
But only in a manner fraternal
©cih04, 6.12.04
Interpret everything as signs that you'll love me eternal
Which, I suppose, you may well do
But only in a manner fraternal
©cih04, 6.12.04
Little Miss Perfect
I don't pick my nose (in public)
I give to charity
I'm everything (in public)
A woman ought to be
Friendly, kind and loving
Not good at DIY
Romantic and still hoping
To meet my kind of guy
And yet if we're together
And the whole world is shut out
I turn from a veritable angel
Into a miserable old trout
©cih03
I give to charity
I'm everything (in public)
A woman ought to be
Friendly, kind and loving
Not good at DIY
Romantic and still hoping
To meet my kind of guy
And yet if we're together
And the whole world is shut out
I turn from a veritable angel
Into a miserable old trout
©cih03
Nice
You said that I was nice
It wasn't my intent
I'd just wanted to make you smile
At the cheerful cards I sent
I'm not a nice, kind person
I'm selfish to the core
But if you're looking with rose tinted specs
How can I be sure?
©cih04, 3.11.04
It wasn't my intent
I'd just wanted to make you smile
At the cheerful cards I sent
I'm not a nice, kind person
I'm selfish to the core
But if you're looking with rose tinted specs
How can I be sure?
©cih04, 3.11.04
Birthday Rhyme 2000
It's that time of year
When friends of all nations
Raise glasses to toast you
With felicitations
"Happy Birthday!" they cry
(Or they would, if they knew,
As it is an occasion
Remembered by few)
©cih00, 13.7.00
When friends of all nations
Raise glasses to toast you
With felicitations
"Happy Birthday!" they cry
(Or they would, if they knew,
As it is an occasion
Remembered by few)
©cih00, 13.7.00
Trade Descriptions
When managers can’t, is a regrading in store?
If artists aren’t artistic and footballers don’t score
When chefs can’t cook and waiters won’t
If nurses are impatient, and assistants don’t
Is our language at fault or our attitude?
Are our job titles wrong or are we just plain rude?
©cih00
If artists aren’t artistic and footballers don’t score
When chefs can’t cook and waiters won’t
If nurses are impatient, and assistants don’t
Is our language at fault or our attitude?
Are our job titles wrong or are we just plain rude?
©cih00
An Ode to Wales
"Land of dragons, daffodils and lilting voices
Moulded scenes in which one rejoices"
A place of hills and valleys deep
…Someone take me away from these blasted sheep!
©cih00
(First two lines were given as part of Radio Wales’s Eisteddfod competition, the last two were my contribution which didn’t win but were read out live on air).
Moulded scenes in which one rejoices"
A place of hills and valleys deep
…Someone take me away from these blasted sheep!
©cih00
(First two lines were given as part of Radio Wales’s Eisteddfod competition, the last two were my contribution which didn’t win but were read out live on air).
Blue Peter I
"on this day in 1958…The Queen made her eldest son, Charles, Prince of Wales…"
It’s amazing what you can do
With sticky backed plastic
Loo rolls and a pot of glue
©cih00
It’s amazing what you can do
With sticky backed plastic
Loo rolls and a pot of glue
©cih00
Childstar
What was cute is now seen as annoying
And too quickly tolerances wear thin
When surrounded by saccharine smiles
And an incipient double-chin
©cih00
And too quickly tolerances wear thin
When surrounded by saccharine smiles
And an incipient double-chin
©cih00
Clarity
Little disks of plastic
Poked into my eye
Help me see things clearly
When I’d otherwise be blind
©cih03
Poked into my eye
Help me see things clearly
When I’d otherwise be blind
©cih03
Wanted: a Best Friend
We could have long girly gossips
And go on long shopping trips
Or sit and discuss the sizes of boobs, bums and hips
©cih98
And go on long shopping trips
Or sit and discuss the sizes of boobs, bums and hips
©cih98
Butterfly on a Wheel
Metaphor is lost as
Lepidopteran species gets stuck in the treads of a tyre
©cih04
Lepidopteran species gets stuck in the treads of a tyre
©cih04
“You’ll leave me. I know you’ll leave me. You’ll pack your bags and go.”
I hold you close
I keep you near
I smother you to drown my fear
And all the time
Throughout each day
Holding you tight, I push you away.
©cih04
I keep you near
I smother you to drown my fear
And all the time
Throughout each day
Holding you tight, I push you away.
©cih04
Womaniser
Irrational lust is all I feel for you
You’re not even worthy of love
When those stupid girls fall at your feet
It isn’t hero worship or loving adoration
Perhaps your aftershave is too strong?
©cih04
You’re not even worthy of love
When those stupid girls fall at your feet
It isn’t hero worship or loving adoration
Perhaps your aftershave is too strong?
©cih04
The Artistic Temperament
I enjoy writing at night,
With a Bic biro
And a notebook,
I lay
But most of the drivel
I write
Won’t see the light of day
©cih04
With a Bic biro
And a notebook,
I lay
But most of the drivel
I write
Won’t see the light of day
©cih04
Tony Blair (reported 30.9.04 as having heart problems)
How can you have a problem with something you don’t possess?
©cih04
©cih04
Re-record (not fade away)*
I have missing parts in my memory
And a very vague time frame
A friend has told me that I
Will need to rewire my brain
The live part is waiting for action
The neutral is ready, I know
Will someone please come and tell me
Just where the earth wire should go?
©cih04
(*in homage to the singing skeleton on the Scotch video tapes adverts)
And a very vague time frame
A friend has told me that I
Will need to rewire my brain
The live part is waiting for action
The neutral is ready, I know
Will someone please come and tell me
Just where the earth wire should go?
©cih04
(*in homage to the singing skeleton on the Scotch video tapes adverts)
Searching
An ideal man rarely comes my way
For ‘rarely’ please read ‘never’
So I’m looking for a bloke of the tall dark kind
One that’s reasonably clever.
It’s not that I want to have meaningful talks
About politics and the history of art
I’d like a bloke who is able to chat
And maybe have a heart to heart.
I don’t want an overemotional guy
One who spends all his life in tears
Or one with phobias about everything
Who needs me to calm his fears.
Does this list really matter
In the quest for a guy?
Or is all that’s really important
A smile, sense of humour and nice eyes?
©cih00
For ‘rarely’ please read ‘never’
So I’m looking for a bloke of the tall dark kind
One that’s reasonably clever.
It’s not that I want to have meaningful talks
About politics and the history of art
I’d like a bloke who is able to chat
And maybe have a heart to heart.
I don’t want an overemotional guy
One who spends all his life in tears
Or one with phobias about everything
Who needs me to calm his fears.
Does this list really matter
In the quest for a guy?
Or is all that’s really important
A smile, sense of humour and nice eyes?
©cih00
On Failing (Again) to Get a New Job
The last one in the race for promotion
Well I always hated sports day
©cih00
Well I always hated sports day
©cih00
Work
I’m not weighted down with great despair
About my job I just don’t care
My work is such it won’t impinge
When others round me start to whinge
I just sit and stare blankly at the screen
And escape into some wild daydream
©cih00
About my job I just don’t care
My work is such it won’t impinge
When others round me start to whinge
I just sit and stare blankly at the screen
And escape into some wild daydream
©cih00
Wasp
As summer blazed away unnoticed
In the silent garden’s gaze
I lay and listened, almost sleeping
Lulled by the iridescent haze
The subtle murmur of the grasses
Grew louder on the gentle air
I thought of you and how you left me
And realised I didn’t care
Although the summer day was perfect
And birds flew up toward the sun
You would only have tried to spoil it
Like you spoil things for everyone
©cih00
In the silent garden’s gaze
I lay and listened, almost sleeping
Lulled by the iridescent haze
The subtle murmur of the grasses
Grew louder on the gentle air
I thought of you and how you left me
And realised I didn’t care
Although the summer day was perfect
And birds flew up toward the sun
You would only have tried to spoil it
Like you spoil things for everyone
©cih00
Alternative Valentine
Daisies are white
Hyacinths blue
You fancy yourself
But I don’t fancy you
©cih04
Hyacinths blue
You fancy yourself
But I don’t fancy you
©cih04
A Modern Romantic
Roses are red
And oranges aren’t
Can oranges be romantic?
No-one says they can’t
©cih04
And oranges aren’t
Can oranges be romantic?
No-one says they can’t
©cih04
Plea(se) Release Me
Discover me! I’m talented
And hell, I’m modest too
Don’t leave me here to fester
With the rest of this motley crew
My forte's not statistics
And numbers aren’t my scene
Working in an office
Never was my dream
I want to be a writer
Earn my living with my pen
Be rich, have a town house in London
Be surrounded by adoring young men!
But I’m still here in the Library
And the future is growing black
Like I am a book no-one borrowed
Destined to stay on the rack
©cih00
And hell, I’m modest too
Don’t leave me here to fester
With the rest of this motley crew
My forte's not statistics
And numbers aren’t my scene
Working in an office
Never was my dream
I want to be a writer
Earn my living with my pen
Be rich, have a town house in London
Be surrounded by adoring young men!
But I’m still here in the Library
And the future is growing black
Like I am a book no-one borrowed
Destined to stay on the rack
©cih00
Flip Side
You’re rebounding about all over the place
Getting it out of your system
As if you’d not been in a relationship
As if you’d been in prison
©cih00
Getting it out of your system
As if you’d not been in a relationship
As if you’d been in prison
©cih00
Certain
And that was how I knew for sure
That you weren’t for me
When I heard you’d slept with her
And I felt no jealousy
©cih00
That you weren’t for me
When I heard you’d slept with her
And I felt no jealousy
©cih00
Pedestal Pusher
There’s none so foolish
As those who won’t treat
With respect
The people they consider to be
Beneath their feet
©cih00
As those who won’t treat
With respect
The people they consider to be
Beneath their feet
©cih00
Death Nell
Was the ship sinking before I got on?
Was I the camel’s last straw?
A millennium bug that’s waiting to byte
Am I that fatal flaw?
©cih00
Was I the camel’s last straw?
A millennium bug that’s waiting to byte
Am I that fatal flaw?
©cih00
Performance
I’m not good at acting helpless
I’m not the ditzy kind
I’m not the kind of woman
A man would like to find
Its difficult being fluffy
My temper’s way too strong
It's hard not to tell a man
If he’s doing something wrong
So I’ll get me to a nunnery
And hide in cloak and veil
Resign myself to chastity
Still hoping for one perfect male
©cih04
I’m not the ditzy kind
I’m not the kind of woman
A man would like to find
Its difficult being fluffy
My temper’s way too strong
It's hard not to tell a man
If he’s doing something wrong
So I’ll get me to a nunnery
And hide in cloak and veil
Resign myself to chastity
Still hoping for one perfect male
©cih04
Alco(halo)ics Anonymous
The search for spirituality continues
In every off-licence and wine bar.
©cih01
In every off-licence and wine bar.
©cih01
Am I a Cat?
Absently stroking my flanks
Your hand moves up and down
I watch the screen intently -
You turn up the sound.
©cih04
Your hand moves up and down
I watch the screen intently -
You turn up the sound.
©cih04
Album
Distant recollections
In fading photo collections
Dusty behind glass and frame
Memory gradually fading
Photos still remaining
Edges muted
Thoughts diluted
People still the same.
©cih97
In fading photo collections
Dusty behind glass and frame
Memory gradually fading
Photos still remaining
Edges muted
Thoughts diluted
People still the same.
©cih97
G(u)ilt
Everything Midas touched turned to gold
His palace was a sight to behold
Everything I touch turns to lead
Would I rather be Midas instead?
©cih04
On Forming Emotional Detachments
At the moment, I miss talking to you
But I’m (of course) not emotionally attached
After all, what would be the point
When your lifestyle is so calm and detached
Of course I don’t need a boyfriend
I’m not quite that desperate or sad
But if you’ll pop down soon and come see me
I’ve a nasty feeling that I’d be quite glad
©cih04
But I’m (of course) not emotionally attached
After all, what would be the point
When your lifestyle is so calm and detached
Of course I don’t need a boyfriend
I’m not quite that desperate or sad
But if you’ll pop down soon and come see me
I’ve a nasty feeling that I’d be quite glad
©cih04
Aftershave
It’s morning, just, and I sit here
Thinking of you – although you’ve just left
I smell your aftershave and I still think it’s naff
It’s quiet here when you’ve gone
And I have all the bed to myself
©cih04
Thinking of you – although you’ve just left
I smell your aftershave and I still think it’s naff
It’s quiet here when you’ve gone
And I have all the bed to myself
©cih04
Gemini
Is it all star signed predicted?
Are my moods astrologically based?
Is that the reason I change between lover and loather
Or am I just merely two-faced?
©cih04
Are my moods astrologically based?
Is that the reason I change between lover and loather
Or am I just merely two-faced?
©cih04
Bank Holidays Were Made For Bond
The escapades, the dangers fought
The women loved, the baddies caught…
What more can you ask from a fairytale?
A beautiful woman and a heroic male
©cih97
The women loved, the baddies caught…
What more can you ask from a fairytale?
A beautiful woman and a heroic male
©cih97
Dyslexia
Brain plays treason
No rhyme or reason
Letter, word and sound
Mind searches for patterns
Looking for answers
But the right words can’t be found
©cih04
No rhyme or reason
Letter, word and sound
Mind searches for patterns
Looking for answers
But the right words can’t be found
©cih04
A Jug of Wine And…
A gulp of Dutch courage
Psych yourself up
This isn’t the way to fall in love
A bottle of wine
A tear and a sigh
This isn’t the way to say goodbye.
©cih98
Psych yourself up
This isn’t the way to fall in love
A bottle of wine
A tear and a sigh
This isn’t the way to say goodbye.
©cih98
A Historic Anniversary
The bra was invented today
Before then the corset
Moulded and forced it
And boobs were not free to sway
©cih04
Before then the corset
Moulded and forced it
And boobs were not free to sway
©cih04
HiCcUpS
Aggravating gulps of air
Lodged twixt innards and throat
They only pop up in the quietest moments
Then wait in your middle to gloat
©cih00
Lodged twixt innards and throat
They only pop up in the quietest moments
Then wait in your middle to gloat
©cih00
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)