My Poetry

Giggle me

Giggle me timbers
A pirate’s life for me
Off to the high seas
With a slap of my knee
Or is that panto?
Am I buttons or the prince?
A girl in boys clothing
A missing link

© J.Langan  2010


Mood inhibitors
Vitriol collaborators
Smoothing contaminators
Shiny bright
But not new
Old and worm like
A brass statue touched much
Sunlight shows the hue
Mood inhibitors
Cold facilitators
Take you through

© J.Langan  2010


I am he
He is you
You is he
I am lost
Lost are you
You is lost
Lost is too
He is I
I is she
She is it
It is me
All is lost
Lost it too

© J.Langan  2011

A small poem for Lola

Soft  soft  go
Float float no
Giggle giggle blow
And then the sink burped

© J.Langan  2010

Holding back the rain

I am holding back the rain
My hands are to my face
I am holding back the thunder
The tears are all in place
            I am waiting for the pressure
                        To take me underneath

I am holding back the sun
            My hands shade my eyes
                        I am holding back my feelings
                                    I stroke my arm inside
                                                I am waiting for the rage
                                                            To take me underneath

I am holding back the storm
            My hands can’t stop it now
                        I am holding back the shame
                                    Release all the screams and how
                                                I am waiting for the peace
                                                            To take me underneath

© J.Langan  2010-02-20

My Joy

My joy is in my words
My joy is in the page
The expression it can give me
The expression that I gave

My joy is in my words
My joy is on the page
Transported to another place
Transported to a feeling that you slaved

My joy is in my words
My joy is on the page
The love I feel for comfort
The love that’s in your face
Is all need forever
My heart I gave

© J.Langan  2010-01

My Toes are Stout

My eyes are tired
My legs are fat
My belly wobbles
And my boobs lie flat

My arms are bingo winged
My bum sticks out
My fingers arthritic
And my toes are stout

My hair is grey
My nails crack
My cellulite has cellulite
And my stretch marks are stacked

My hips have rhythm
My back has fat
My jowls jiggle and scowl
And my knees snap

The gyms a distant memory
Dancing is a chore
A night on the town
Something I don’t do anymore

My humour buttons
Gone missing
I am grumpy through and through
I wish I was like new.

© J.Langan  Jan/Feb 2010

Tickity Tock Clock

Time moves us, tick tock
The clock doesn’t stop
Taxes and death no matter
Time moves us, my skins getting thin
My clock, biological or not?
Stops or what
Time moves us, my hair is grey
I can’t just say, I’m grumpy and hot
Or what
Time moves me, my children are grown
My seeds are sown
My future is gone and the past
Is all I have left. a bit deaf

© J.Langan  2009-04-29

The Visit (1)

The Visit ….happened
Only this time she was here to stay
Lets face it
She wasn’t going to go away
In mind. In spirit.
The dust settled
And grew and grew
Covering us from head to toe
Like ashes off the funeral fire
God it was dire

She’s moving in
She’s taking over
There is no smell of clover
But cloying false sentiment
So fake, makes hate

No brushing away of excess slough
No combing
Its off the cuff
Not allowed
To show the love we found
All must notice
All must see
The visitor is here to be

© J.Langan 1989 - 1991

The Hill of Shame

Pink and blue
Satin and silk
Here I am at my mother’s milk
Full of pain, full of guilt
Full of fear, full of tears
How I wish I was young again.

The darkness of this sordid crime
Of lovers gone and dirty shine
Only the love of money made me stay
Only the love of milk and honey
And ambrosia on the hill of shame
How I wish I was young again

Apple sauce and banana skins
Dribble down my Winston’s chin
Dull and greying
Like an old wives saying
Or siren singing
How I wish I was young again

The feel of sealing wax
Slowly dripping upon the tax
Dribble and drabble, blending one
As rates and bills go and come
Get paid and again we go
How I wish I was young again

Parchment skin and wills all done
Feelings felt, thoughts begun
The dust, the shit, the bleeding sun
Make me wish that I was young
How I wish I was young again.

© J.Langan  1991 revised 2010

Tattooed Lady

Tattooed lady
Pierced tongue
Mohawk straight
Wearing lace
Not so young
As first look
A lot of make up took
Lady long time

Tattooed lady
Beginning to fade
No grace just haste
She doesn’t get laid
Accept an occasional
Circus freak Fuck
Alone in her one roomed flat
With her lace and her cat

Tattooed lady
Spent her life
Being different to that
She didn’t want
Trouble and strife
A wife’s life
How different is this
To blue rinse old lady
Alone in her flat
With her lace and her cat?

© J.Langan 2009-04-29

Plastic Mac Suicide

Plastic mac suicide
What do you know?
Why did she jump?
Nobody knows

Plastic mac suicide
What do you know?
It ran down the mac
In runnels so slow

Plastic mac suicide
What do you know?
It couldn’t be bloodier
If she’d slit her wrists…so…

Plastic mac suicide
Smack on the floor
Her body was mutilated
Her mind was a mess
She was more herself then
Than she was when she left

 © J.Langan 1992-3


I turn to you in tenderness, you turn in passion
I offer everything, you feel nothing
You play with me, I hope for love
And when you’ve pulled me apart, you let go.

Oblivion is beautiful
If you can only find it
It’s a place where minds are numb
And emotion is forgotten.

And now that much time has passed
I like to think that I am wiser
But all I really am
Is a skin filled with blood, bones and water.

© J.Langan 1990

No Mercy

There are no more poems in me
They were there but now have; gone
They were there; when
My hair, flowed
My moods and boobs, swung
My head, ached
Late nights were, great
My body was, lean
My tongue, wagged
My lips and hips, kissed
My body, yearned
I popped and couldn’t eat, cake
I had a stash, got mashed
And I showed
No Mercy

There are no more poems in me
I definitely wanna eat, cake
My tongue is, schtum
My moods and boobs swing
Out of control
My head still, aches
I pop pain killers
Indigestion tablets
And self medicate
My body is comfortable
And my hair knows
No Mercy
© J.Langan 2008

Moto Heart

Moto moments
Miniscule happenings
Small stuff
Clogging up the
Big cogs
Small blocks
Making shapes and
Big bluff

Tick tock
Bump bump
Thump thump
Hello heart
I never noticed you
‘Till you stopped.

© J.Langan  January 2010

At the bottom of a black bin, fat tin
Burning so hot, so hot no flames, to tame
Burning all the same, mixed and shredded.

Like the old, crumbling outside, tired bones, inside
Passing through purple curtains
But the swan song is sung, and the mourning has begun.

Not so, canned and packed, sour meat bleeding
Ceremony discontinued like a soap opera slot
Sucked out, pressed in, sent off

At the bottom of a black bin, fat tin
No bones, blood and muscle unformed
Not born
No coffins that small
No room for headstones, or grief
The valley of death out of reach.

© J.Langan  1990 – revised 2010


Bitter twisted an orange shake.
A cocktail or a vicious turn
For the worse
Is what he called me.

Cynical removed vodka without the bite
For life, cold as ice
Like a frosted over slice of strife
Is what he called me.

Knife in the gizzard a gruesome drink
Which left me over the kitchen sink
Your puke, you have no brain
Is what he called me.

He was like sweet cheap champagne
You think it’s nice, the bubbles drip
He slaps your face, calls you bitch
Is the last thing he called me.
© J.Langan  1990 – revised 2010


When I was fifteen, I cut my own hair

I wore make up and didn’t care
When I was fifteen,
I stole, the heart
Of a boy, who was a man
Eighteen but a boy.
When I was fifteen, I knew my escape
Plan, I had to cram
I had to pass my exams
It was London for me
When I was 15 I knew everything
And nothing, my ambition was clear
It was black and white
The world and my Mum
Didn’t know
I was amazing, me
When I was fifteen

My girl is fifteen
She has cut her own hair
Wears make up, and doesn’t care
Whose heart she breaks
Before she escapes
Far away from me
She plans and crams
Ready for her exams
The world is grey, but she is clear
The world is just waiting
For her to be amazing
My girl is fifteen
Better than me

 © J.Langan  2017

You're My Bitch

Like the sun you're always there.
Like a friend with a gun, you just don't care.
Like the worst pun or an unholy nun,
You're a bitch and a dare.

You're the stream that turns to flood.
You're thoughts that make my mind mud.
You're the babbling brook in my head.
You're a bitch and a tear.

I stilled you
I calmed you
I took you down
With Prozac and talking
And time after time.

You have taken the years
And the years and the years
And my tears and the years
With your chatter in my head

But now, you're not on the list
So you're not getting in
You're wearing trainers, you're obviously pissed.
You're my bitch now. You won't be missed.

You're my bitch.

 © J.Langan  2017

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