Love's twists and turns

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Twenty Short Poems

QUALITY
How I love spending good
Quality time with you
We enjoy our equality

SANE
Wishing we could both
Be the same
As when we were both sane

DRESSING UP
Loving getting all dressed up
My long dresses
Reaching down to my bottom

SLEEPING
Sleeping in
Creeping into your life
As I lay beside you
Yet feel beside myself

PIZZA
Pizza
With lots of cheese
I just want to seize it
I can breathe in all the anchovies

YOUTH
The fountain of youth
Wanting to move mountains
Yet unable to move even an inch
Age is as solid as a brick

NEW YORK
I want to eat well with a good
Fork in New York
I want to take on New York
I want New York on a fork

DISAPPOINTMENT
Disappointment
Not to have kept this appointment
I feel so out of joint
I sometimes think what’s the point

POPCORN
Popcorn
Doesn’t blow my horn
It leaves me feeling forlorn

GRUB
I never realized what a grub you were
You didn’t even give me a back rub
Let alone have fun in the tub
Thank God you are not my hub
And we don’t have a bub

HANDBAG
At the bottom of the handbag
Was a bottomless pit of
Money, makeup and make-believe
I couldn’t believe
My eyes
At what she kept digging up in her handbag

TROUBLE
Trouble with a capital T
The police coming with
A capital P
There is no treaty or sign of peace

CURLS
As you twist yourself around me
Giving me no space
I just want to hurl you into space
And send you to another place

LOVE TRIANGLE
Love triangle
Giving our love an
Angle
As I dangle you
At the end of my
Wants and needs

INNER DEMONS
You fill me full of demons
With your frilly silly sermons

LEAVING
You’re leaving
That’s a fact
You said it straight out
With hardly any tact
We are no longer a pact

BUDGETING
I find it really hard
I just can’t do it
Especially trying
To keep all my gadgets
Running
They keep ruining my budget

PAIN
Looking at you
With your back turned
I can still see your pain
Your body slain

DARE
On a solitary dare feeling bare
Attracting men’s stares
However thinking who cares
I’m so alone being without you
It feels so rare I can still feel your glare

LIVING
Welcome back to the land of the living
Thankyou for giving me your love
From so faraway


Isabella FelsIsabella Fels is a Melbourne poet and writer. She has been published in various publications including Positive WordsMental Illness VoiceThe Big Issue and The Record.

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Topic tags: Isabella Fels, love, personal relationships, modern Australian poetry.

 

 

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New York, New York! Love it, Isabella.
Pam | 27 July 2015


Cute photo.
AO | 29 July 2015


I had to know what you were going to say next in your short imaginative little poems, but not just imaginative, finely observed emotions of living.
Linda | 31 July 2015


Stellar work as always, Isabella! Love your observant little poems. Some real flashes of genius in here. Keep at it. :)
megan waters | 31 July 2015


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