Poetry Series
Mark Hope
- poems -
2
God Give |Me strength of a Vindaloo
God give me the strength of a Vindaloo
To order for the first time a Vindaloo
My pals are expecting me to show I’m game
God Vindaloo strength, lift up my name
I’ll be seen as top man, if I swallow and chew
This initiation dish, that so many spew
I’ll be able to say which pub we go next
I’ll be the first in the morning the others will text
God give me the strength of a Vindaloo
The waiter is here, I’m in full view
My pals are waiting to hear what I say
Theres no way out, pray, pray pray
He’s asked me to order, the tension is here
I’ll buy more time if I order more beer
But I’ve already got two pints on the table
God Vindaloo strength, help me show them I’m able
“Sir, can I take your order please”
God Vindaloo strength, stop these knocking knees
I stood up and shouted “CHICKEN VINDALOO”
“IM A MAN AT LAST, YIPPERDEEDOO”
“AND VINDALOO FOR MY PALS, THAT’S YOU, AND YOU TOO! ”
God Vindaloo strength I thank you
Same again tomorrow
When I need the loo
Mark Hope
3
Life so far
When mam was pregnant with me
She hoped for a little girl
And all she got was another boy
With a head full of curl
For two years I was the youngest
Till my little brother came
And yes he’s still the youngest
And he’s still a pain
I was fourth in line for hand me downs
My jumper was a thread
My woolly hair was my pillow
And the place I hid my ted
At thirteen my mother died
As I was watching Worzel
My brothers and I shared all the chores
My fingers stunk of persil
At nineteen I left home to look for work down south
The southern ears couldn’t fathom, what was coming out my mouth
I got a job in a factory, driving a forklift truck
And lived with fifteen mackem lads
They didn’t give a…
Penny to charity
The day came I met my wife, I was homeless at the time
I bought her Beefy Hula Hoops and half a glass of wine
We fell in love got married
And tried all ways for kids
After six attempts of IVF
We’ve now got lovely twins
As I look back I wonder
What it was all for
Hopefully to be empathic, as a counsellor
Mark Hope
4
Person Centred Theory Poem
Life starts like a jigsaw
The pieces fit as one
Before long its shaken, broken
As lifes trials come along
Age and people affect me
Saying how my picture should be
I tried fitting the pieces as they wished
But it didn't look like me
I felt restricted in this jigsaw
Its my picture I wanted to regain
I searched to find the right person
Get my life on track again
I took my life
My jigsaw
To a person who seemed to care
Helped me seperate the pieces
Helped me plan what needed to go where
He understood me
Accepted me
My future is starting to form
I know where to fit my pieces
its as if I'm being reborn
Mark Hope
5
Smiles with Piles
In my prayers last night
I asked tomorrow to be full of smiles
I was hoping that when I got up
I’d experience disappearing piles
The morning came, the paper came
The toilet visit was just the same
Oh well I thought, never mind
Tonights prayers may be kind
Eating my breakfast was a chore
Getting ready was a bore
My childrens conversations always ended in
“WHAT FOR! ”
Just as I thought my day, was to be mundane again
The pain between by buttocks evolved
And then it rained
Then as I left, something happened
And changed the day for me
The postman, usually grim looking
Smiled and patted me
Well that was nice, then wondered
He’s got a tax bill for me,
It’s the only time the postman smiles so happily
I went on and stopped, at the butchers shop
As I looked through the window, I saw a smiling lamb chop
This is absolutely ridiculous, I heard myself say
Before returning the smile, and then went on my way
Random people smiled at me, I wanted to avoid
This was getting too much for me I’m getting paranoid
I think I’m having a breakdown, I need a friend where’s Freud?
Someone build me a wooden horse, I want to be Troyed
Silence…peace
Then beeps brought me awake
I was lying in hospital, offered tea and cake
“The operation was successful, you haven’t any piles”
So my prayers did get answered,
The day then was full of smiles
Mark Hope
6
TEN POUND NOTE
I was five when mam left us
But before she passed away
She gave me a ten pound note
For a coat on a rainy day
But there was no coat which could last
The rainy days I had to bear
So I lent my money to my brother
Who looked after me with care
My brother spent the money
Everywhere we went
On things I didn’t care about
Like camping in a tent
On bandages and soap
And fishing in the river
And chips when we were hungry
To warm a bellies shiver
He seemed to spend lots of money
I wanted my money back
I decided ten years later
For I never bought that mac
Brother where’s my money now
I loaned you long ago
For years you’ve spent it carelessly
But I still love you though
He was sad as he looked at me
Then he began to say
I promised mam not to leave you
Until your rainy day
Its time to buy that coat now
I’m leaving you today
You’ve grown to be a fine young man
But I must sail away
Your note has never left me
Its folded in my pocket
It sits so very tightly
In our mams silver locket
Its your turn to keep it now
Your note has kept us near
Goodbye my little brother
Let me wipe away your tear.
Mark Hope
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