Showing posts with label ROMANCE. Show all posts
Showing posts with label ROMANCE. Show all posts

Wednesday, April 16, 2014

LOVESONGS FOR THE BITTER AND TWISTED...

IS OUT... AGAIN, AFTER ALMOST TEN YEARS!!

Hello beasties,

Today I have released a new edition of my 6th poetry collection. It was first published in 2004 - so this is the 10th anniversary, although originally it was published a little later in the year. My 6th, 7th and 8th collections all came out over a period of a year - so I wanted to stagger the re-releases a little.

LOVESONGS FOR THE BITTER AND TWISTED, published in 2004, was Paul’s sixth self-published collection and his fifth to include completely contemporary compositions. Even back then he was writing his daft yeti verse, but until now LOVESONGS has only been available alongside its sister volume THE AUTUMNAL E.P. (re-issued in autumn 2013), so this is the first time it has stood alone. This 10th anniversary edition contains photos and facts about the book and many of these poems Paul still regularly performs today, CRASHTESTBOYFRIEND, CUDDLE HIM, DANCEFLOOR SLAUGHTER, FLAUNT TRADITION, GRANNY ETHEL KEEPS THEM DECENT, JEALOUSY DID HIM NO GOOD, THE SMALL PRINT and WICKED SANTA, but many that he doesn’t! At least not yet… So, sit back and enjoy!!

Paperback: www.lulu.com/shop/paul-chandler/lovesongs-for-the-bitter-and-twisted/paperback/product-21573107.html

Hardback: www.lulu.com/shop/paul-chandler/lovesongs-for-the-bitter-and-twisted/hardcover/product-21578787.html

There's a piece from this collection at the end of this post called DEATH ON AN EMPTY STOMACH...

Tonight I have a gig, so I may not post until the following week after the Easter holiday.

More soon!

Yeti hugs.

Paul xx



DEATH ON AN EMPTY STOMACH…



Death on an empty stomach’s –
Not a recommended choice!
Not something bound to make me…
Jump around nor sing “Rejoice!!”
I reckon t’would be painful…
Empty tum – switched down on LOW!
Death on an empty stomach –
Don’t sound good to me, you know…


A gurgling of belly –
Might just throw the Reaper’s stroke….
He might slip and strike a Kitty –
Newly born and just awoke!
How’d you feel if you were blame-ed –
For such tragic feline end of days?
Simply ‘coz you’d missed your dinner…
That’s why a diet never pays!


Death on an empty stomach –
Well, it won’t amount to bliss!
If you find your standards slipping –
Well then – just consider this…
Don’t you reckon t’would be rotten…
To be requiring one last snack!
Yes, death on an empty stomach –
Leaves you open to attack!

 
A croaking in your belly –
Might just knock Death’s blow aside!
Which could set a nun on fire –
Causing cars to swerve – collide!
Make all clowns bereft of humour!
Moby Dick to sink and drown!
Leaves may fall from off the trees tops –
In mid-summer – shrivelled brown…


Death on an empty stomach –
Only leads to feeling “off”!
So, DO persevere with eating –
Please chow down and really scoff!
That way you’re gonna feel much better;
Having quit that pointless fast!
Death on an empty stomach!
Fill up now – your life has past…


A grumble in your belly –
Could well spoil the Reaper’s plans!
So tuck in without any conscience –
On the pies and beer and flans!
Death on a silent stomach –
Ensures that nothing will go wrong!
On the day you meet your maker…
When dear old Death she comes along!
 
 

This post is Copyright Paul Chandler 2014.


Tuesday, October 21, 2008

NEW POEM - HOT OFF THE PRESS: YOU ARE CAT-NIP TO ME...

Hello!

I think it is best that I point out, first of all, that there are no cats involved in this poem at all. However, I did think that I might share with you a few pictures of two random cats which I met whilst I was travelling in Spain, recently. The one above tried to nip my friend Neph, actually. But no harm was done. He's a cutey really. The cat, not Neph. Neph's alright, I suppose... hehe. Sorry Neph! I don't mean it! Anyway really the poem more is less concerned with felines themselves and more with their reaction to cat-nip or nepeta; which most cats seem to adore. I thought it would be fun to write a poem about somebody who finds another person quite irresistible and to compare them to cat-nip.

You can read more about the effects of cat-nip/cat-mint/nepeta at: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nepeta

Anyway, this piece is a new poem, hot off the press - I only wrote it on the train into work, this morning. It will probably appear in the new book of poems: IF POEMS WERE PIES in 2009; of which I have already written about 20 poems, so far. YOU ARE CAT-NIP TO ME is a little bit racy compared to my recent fare and was written for a friend. I had some really nice comments from friends who have read it, so far, today and so I have decided to share it with you.

According to Blogger, this is the 99th post on this site since I began it in April 2002 - so the next one will my century!! I'd better make it a good one...

Enjoy the poem - but before I go I would just like to publically wish my fabulous and perfect cat, Mr Deeley, a happy 4th birthday. I was away in Spain and so missed the terrific party that my flatmate, Calum, threw for the boy's big day. Apparently 4 in cat years is 32 in our years!! He's so grown up now!!

Anyway, more soon!


Paul xx




YOU ARE CAT-NIP TO ME…
(21/10/2008)


You are cat-nip to me…
I don't mean you're a plant…
That is grown in the garden -
By some poor maiden aunt!
I just mean I'm attracted…
In a way that I'm liking…
You are cat-nip to me…
And you're beefy - you're striking!
In a way beyond logic…
You send my brain in a whirr…
You are cuddle contagious…
I'm even starting to purr!
May my dreams every night…
Be just you; in the buff...
You are cat-nip to me…
I simply can't get enough…

You are cat-nip to me…
Yes, you make my heart flutter…
May I please to seduce you…
Might I drench you in butter?
But you're naturally yummy…
Yes, and juicy as hell…
You are cat-nip to me…
And you do it so well!
Yes, my knees go all shaky…
And my heart skips a beat…
I get hot; I get sweaty…
Like some old dog in heat…
You are cat-nip to me…
You are woofy; I'm mew-wy…
If you were a cool cartoon character -
You would be Hong Kong Phooey…

You are cat-nip to me…
I have a reaction that's strong…
You give out a sweet scent…
Which in no way is a pong!
I just can't get my fill -
Of your bits, oh so naughty…
You are cat-nip to me…
Soon I'll be pushing forty…
You're alluring; mysterious…
You look fabulous naked…
If you rolled in a puddle -
You'd look great; muddy cake-d…
You are better than thyme,
Twelve times better than clover…
You are cat-nip to me…
Might I kiss you all over?

You are cat-nip to me…
You make me ever-so flirty…
The things I'd like us to do…
They are really quite dirty…
But not in a bad way…
I've a particular theme…
You are cat-nip to me…
Can I bring squirty cream?
Can I bring something slinky?
My mind spins on its axis…
Something flimsy to tear off…
Velcro-lined; for quick access…
You are cat-nip to me…
I will answer all phone calls…
Now I'm done with life's kittens…
So, will you show me your fur-balls?

Here are some more photos of Spanish cats that I met on my recent trip. I would like to emphasize that none of them produced any - erm - fur-balls. At least, not to my knowledge.