Poetry from PAUL TRISTRAM

Looking Straight Down Her Nose, Always

(She Blames The Very People She’s Being Mean To?)

 

There is an unnatural fury inside, hippopotamus size.

Cold, murderous stares

from a ridiculously unfair, judgemental mind.

Her little black book is quite fat in size, actually

and is full of victims/punch bags not lovers.

Yes, that’s a husband scolded again around her

in several different ways

over several different imaginary offences.

Mirrors are for scowling into

and to be taken on the trot,

for you cannot bend and warp the truth in them

and the eyes are a prison cell to the blackest of souls.

 

© Paul Tristram 2015

 


 

That’s The 3rd Time She’s Settled This Year

 

“Well, just look at that, he’s a new one, ain’t he.

She likes the pretty, younger man, doesn’t she.

The last one wasn’t around long after the polish

had worn off but at least there wasn’t all that

police and trouble like the one before him.

Heartbroken and bewildered that poor bugger was

but violence is violence and you can’t be kicking off

like that and be expecting sympathy and the like.

Tanya…have you seen this new one’s motor yet?

…is it blue?…aw, I bet it’s bloody blue and all.

Do you think it’s on that dating site she must be

finding all these fella’s at? ‘Middle-aged Slapper

looking for pretty, young boy. Slim with no sense

at all. Must like leftovers and drive a blue car’

Oooh, you are awful Jackie, laughing at the crap

that comes out of my mouth but I know you’re

all thinking it as well, ya bunch of wicked bastards.

Anyway, here comes the 1A…Linda pass me them

other two Lidl’s bags will you, let’s get some seats

up the back so we can have some peace to gossip!”

 

© Paul Tristram 2015

 


 

Piss & Vinegar

 

She’s filled to the absolute brim with both,

you can hear them boiling and bubbling away

each time she opens up that vipers pit of a mouth

to hiss out vicious blasphemies.

Blames everyone but herself, it’s pathetic,

you can’t treat people mean and expect to keep them,

no lessons learnt with this one.

She wants vengeance for breaking her own heart,

dominion over other people isn’t love, it’s wickedness.

Her pretty, colourful bird flew the nest,

broke its bullshit chains and escaped

the day her chickens finally came home to roost.

Now she plots and schemes the downfall

of the one she misses so much,

have him murdered, imprisoned, destitute and broken

if only she could, and believe me, she’s tried.

But it never works and Karma

keeps slapping her back harder each time.

Stubbornness and nastiness make the ugliest

and bleakest kind of painting palettes

yet applied daily is the perfect colour for ruining your life.

 

© Paul Tristram 2015

 


 

There Are Several Different Types Of Unpleasantness

And You Look Like All Of Them Wrapped Up In One Stinking Bow

 

I find myself having to look away.

What is going on inside the human being

that you call yourself? is fascinating.

It’s like most of the physical mechanics

are working properly (You can wave

your arms around in anger well enough!)

But there are other important ingredients

missing, a ‘Botch Job’ so to speak.

I have to squint my way through

your unnecessary quick-fire lies

(and you’re not even talking to me!)

All you want to do is ‘Take’ and ‘Hurt’

and ‘Control’ everyone around you,

yet you’re not happy when that’s achieved?

I feel like picking you up and shaking you

just to check that there really isn’t a soul

in there somewhere but I’m not allowed to.

I’m having less respect for Mary Shelley’s

‘Imagination’ by the day, after all I’m practically

surrounded by the damned things almost constantly.

 

© Paul Tristram 2015

 


 

I Don’t Like You, Not Because I’m A Horrible Person

… But Because You Are, Silly!

 

I’ve seen you stab innocent people

both mentally and emotionally

who were minding their own business.

Sucker punching friendly folk,

cutting kindness to the quick,

and tantruming over pleasantries.

Targeting the happy and contented

then raining trouble and strife

down upon their now ruined day.

Then pointing fingers of accusation

at the freshly, disorientated victims

beneath your ‘Little Hitler’ jackboot heel

and blaming them for upsetting you?

You are ugly to be around

yet, fascinating to watch from a far.

Just imagine what it must be like

to have to live 24/7 within that skin

of squirming, disgusting fury…

ych y fi, mun… gives me the shivers!

 

© Paul Tristram 2016


 

Why Are You Asking A Liar & A Cheater

To Behave Differently?

 

“Because I want what’s best for them.

I just know deep down inside that they can change.

They simply need to see sense, is all.

Everyone deserves a second chance.

Everybody has the right to love.

Besides, I’ve seen the nice side of them,

granted, it’s hidden pretty well most of the time

…but sometimes when we’re alone…it’s there.

I want to help them, I’m a good guy!”

 

“No, I don’t believe you, one iota.

You want to manipulate and passively aggressively control them.

Bind them to your will…there’s nothing ‘Good Guy’ about that.

What care you about their deceitfulness and bullshit?

If you don’t like what they are…stay away from them.

If they want help to change they’ll ask for it.

You are not a preacher, nor a saviour, nor very nice.

And your life so far is hardly a blueprint for anything, is it?

You are either like them yourself

or you are looking for love and friendship in the wrong place?

Which means you are either foolish and it’s you who needs help

or blind and should not be trying to lead anybody anywhere!”

 

© Paul Tristram 2015

 


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paul smoking

Paul Tristram is a Welsh writer who has poems, short stories, sketches and photography published in many publications around the world, he yearns to tattoo porcelain bridesmaids instead of digging empty graves for innocence at midnight; this too may pass, yet.
Buy his books ‘Scribblings Of A Madman’ (Lit Fest Press) http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/1943170096
‘Poetry From The Nearest Barstool’ athttp://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/1326241036

And a split poetry book ‘The Raven And The Vagabond Heart’ with Bethany W Pope
at http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/1326415204

You can also read his poems and stories here!http://paultristram.blogspot.co.uk/

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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