Warhearts

A girl.

A guy.

Become one.

She works in the bar.

He drinks in the bar.

They leave in his car.

He drives.

She's his passenger.

Down dark roads they travel.

To where?

Not their normal route.

Venturing here or there.

Tits up from here.

Something went wrong.

His car left the road.

Down an embankment.

Upside down in the river.

No crash barrier?

Trapped in the car.

Assistance came.

Off duty rookie cop.

Rookie no more after this crash.

Cop couldn't get the girl out due to the car being inverted.

Tried to save the girl.

Unable to give her air.

Got her drunken boyfriend to do it.

Her pulse increased.

For a while.

A battle lost.

Would it have been easier if the car was upright?

Boyfriend loses it.

She can't die!

She does.

Choice made.

Drink and drive.

Crash and murder your girlfriend.

Just like that.

A life taken due to stupidity.

How many times did this happen and he got away with it?

Not this time.

Throw the book at him.

Karma will fuck him over.

Both man's and God's.

Lynette is dead.

FORGOTTEN PROMISES

FORGOTTEN PROMISES

We talk face-to-face, so close, so fragile. In the morning I say goodbye

my eyes searching her tearful eyes for one last gleam of hope.

Then I go, I promise from the bottom of my heart to phone you and I will

But I never do as the headlong rush that is life rushes me by,

making that one night seem so long ago.

I ask myself, did it happen? Really? I mean, all I have is the memory of the

sweat on your body and the curve of your figure.

In some faceless, nameless town I meet you in the street, your eyes pierce me

and reduce me to ashes. I’m so sorry I broke my promise but life forgot all

about me.

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OUT/IN series of old romance gone wrong poems 2001

OUT

So we went out to see a film, with cars and music:

The Fast and The Furious. It’s like old times, you know,

Nick and Deb, when we had that thing.

Now the film ends and we go to your house,

reality hits home in the usual way.

The bloke you met sends you a text “Hello beautiful…”

and then I know it’s time to leave.

The trauma starts as I realise, this is it,

it’s finally over and I have to move on.

OUT 2

I walk down to the road in the dying day,

as my heart cries and my brain collapses.

Dave likes you and I go to a club, to meet

a girl and get over me and you.

But all I do is to get pissed and have a dance

to old music, all on my own.

In my own lonely kingdom, where I rule by myself.

How has this happened, the loss of what we had?

When we were a couple, a real happy couple?

Maybe never, my brain cries to bring me down

to earth. How can it work

when you have three screamin’ kids?

OUT 3

So I had to be with you after watching Lost in Space,

it was the damned robot and it having a heart.

Away to the pub I hurried to be with you

and to banish my loneliness.

Sadly it wasn’t to be as Jo stole your attention

and you ignored me.

So I went home, lonely and upset,

as other eyes sought you and took note.

OUT 4

Dave was his name and he plays rugby,

he wants to see you and share a drink with you.

Will that be all you share, as you see him every Thursday?

I know how these things work, two months as mates

“See you next Thursday Deb…” and then

you’re suddenly lovers.

He noticed me, the week before, needing to be with you.

Patience was his game and yourself was his cause

as he hatched his little plans.

Now he will think, when will she be mine?

I know it will work. All it takes is a little time.

IN

I now wonder, why it’s always this way the broken

heart and failed romance, it’s Nick and Deb.

Maybe now you know, I love you so

and I will pine away forever.

How can it have come to these silly games,

me putting an ad in this paper?

You have your Dave and so many more,

so will fate grant me a reprieve?

Will fate laugh and kick me when I’m down

or help me and make me strong?

All I know is that I want my life sorting

and no more emotional trauma.

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Natalie. Roberto poem new

Natalie. Roberto

Oh my dear friend Roberto. I remember back to our time, when we made love. Not the last time but the time before. When you were doing your college film studies and were so happy on your future. It was you who said, “Nat, I’ll make the best film ever made.” And his dear eyes were so full of passion, life and innocence. And a love so powerful, I cried, right there. Love for life, film, his country and lastly, for me. I new then in that moment, Roberto loved me. Maybe more than all the other things. How was that possible?

I replied to his film statement. “Tell me, what film will you make Roberto?” Those precious eyes clouded over. I heard him whisper: “Why Natalie, I’ll make the film about you. A small story about you, how you’re in a band and love to fly in your red stunt plane. My film is about you Natalie.”

I was utterly speechless. Those close to me and anyone who cared to listen knew my voice was always in motion, just like the ocean. He looked at me. That moment is still with me, over thirty years later. I never did reply to him. I embraced him and cried tears of joy. For him and for a love I had but never dared admit to myself, till Roberto died in a British artillery barrage weeks later. I was in love with him. He has no known grave.

Was his body found and marked ‘Unknown Argentine Soldier’ because he had no dog tags? Those beautiful innocent eyes are gone forever. I can’t remember what colour your eyes were!

Oh my dear Roberto, I say it now. Every day since you were killed in battle, I say aloud my love for you. Even now I’m married to Nick and am with him, he understands. His words bring clarity to me when I weep for you, dear Roberto. A life stolen by war, unfulfilled. You never did make your film about me, never completed your film course or chased your dreams. All dreams shattered by Them, those who forced you to join our army to fight the English.

I quietly say to myself, your end was fast and you never suffered. I don’t know exactly where you lost your young life, just the area. I’ve been there to see with my own eyes. I felt you were nearby to me. Are you still earth bound my love? Are you? I sense that you are. Please be happy for me and my new family. I wanted all this with you but war stole you from me, forever. I can’t remember what colour your eyes were!

At least I have someone who should hate me for what I did to his countrymen and who listens to my incoherent words about you Roberto. It shouldn’t be Nick wiping away my tears, it should be you. Please stay close to me. I have to move on from those awful times. I dedicate my life to peace. Please understand my lost friend.