Poetry Portfolio Part 3

And last but not least, this section houses This Section is Well Developed, Rock Your World, She's Best Served Cold, and personal fave, the Impressions of Depression. Thanks for reading!!

This Section is Well Developed
(A Found Poem from Tommy's Real Estate advertisements)

Quite stunning, in fact.
You can't pass this up!
A luscious sum of perfection
from those with impressive lifestyles
you'll blush - it's quite stunning.
In fact, we've found your Nirvana:
inspiring busy flow in a beige dream
makes for very pleasant creative souls.
First time in 20 years, exuding with character
Market: living life - very popular, viewing a must
Lovingly presented space, it too is stunning -
5 bed, 2 bath, 1 gracious mirror with walk-in runway, double
garage offering an intimate and warn new life
You deserve stunning ambiance
this opportunity to enjoy,
you're building a new
style on a stunning sunny section-
all your dreams come true
with eye-watering value.






NB: - if you turn me on my side, I kind of look like a house.


She’s Best Served Cold

Her curves like a road well-traveled,
her top comes off with a plaintive sigh.
She is intoxicating with
her luscious scent,
but she is coy.

Anticipation bubbles like lava
she toys with you, as an autumn breeze
bursting with summer fruits
and a hint of pear.
Her eye sparkles, glints back at
your reflection. She winks -
you are her willing prey.

Magnetic, like a player
to the score line, she’s best served
cold, and a shiver runs down your
spine like an avalanche, as you
traverse towards her inviting throat.

The first gulp, then another.
She tacitly soothes
conscience with honeyed
whispers in your ear.
She engulfs you as you consume her.
She drizzles confidence, sweetens
thoughts, hushes judgments; more!
You the wanton addict-
She is
as provocative as a dare.


Rock Your World

Doormat done - I'm
alive! My earthen belly
rumbles, igneous hunger awoken
Who's up for a little
moving and shaking?

I have felt your jackhammers judder
down and the drills
extricating precious parts. Did you
think that I would
lie down, allow your mole-like mining
ad infinitum?

Let me drill something into
you are mere mites on my surface.
Furious blasting and
tunnelling through - the fault
line has been crossed and I will
not be going back

Pebble to the
metal, crumple the floor. Ground
shakes, souls break
let the boulder
drop as the fields
beneath vascillate with terror of
the tremble, seismic spasm: shock
after shock, after shock
greets hearts that shudder on
pulsating streets.

Tectonic uplift; earth in raucous revolt
Not a slow slip down the sideline
No, my molten might emerges
stirs something deep and dreary within
You 'earthlings' are the epicentre
of my malcontent.
You aren't my master! Not so
grounded now, are you?

I am the DJ dictating your party
Let the boulder drop
I am your rumbling bass drum
time to rock and roll
put your hands in the air
We're getting all Barney Rubble
up in here

Sway with the rhythm
Foot tapping, head banging
Hell raising, drop the beat!
Movers, shakers, motion master
Shocking? It's electrifying
Shake, rattle and roll,
Rocky horror all our own.


The Impressions of Depression

When we were kids we loved
the turns and the dips
and bumps, the click-clack
of the climb, clattering to the
concave bend and the
scream-worthy downhill descent into
the loop-de-loop, the cars following,
like tip-toppling dominoes, then
diving into a corkscrew twist.

Breathless, my brothers and I, our blood
pumped like the brakes as the
cars pulled in, announcing
our cue to exit.
Grin, then repeat, on loop.

After Dad left, the son set
on children's hi-jinx - transformed to
teenage attitude, rode the downhill.
And the rollercoaster was no more fun.

Up the game, up the stakes
Heightened track, he'd be looking
out-in-up-around, squiggling in his chair.
He'd be jiggling the harness, tugging at the belts,
screwing with the bolts, hands securely
outside the car.

There'd been the trek-trippin'
to the top, plateauing to a pathetic malaise
gasp, grin/grimace
uphill harrowed us with the threat:
stable is an unstable thing.

Threat realised and attempted
He'd been rescued from the fall before
Though he had been
trailing in the dips awhile, the trips
back up were alive with promise -
downhill dive less likely -
yet perpetual fear of falling always
a possibility.

Judgement in jeopardy
by a plethora of pills
and verbal spills by the ex
This time he made
sure that rescue was redundant.

He loosened the screws from the track ahead
Stealthy dealings in after-hours handiwork
The rollercoaster car trailed off like a runaway,
He had dismantled the desire to live,
met his end in the downhill, scream.

These were written by Lauren Brooking. (acknowledge where appropriate)