Biography of Paula Puddephatt
I write mainly 'survivors' poetry', and currently live in Basingstoke, UK, with my husband and pet birds.
Paula Puddephatt's Works:
'Paula Tree', 'Relations to Angels'
Paula Puddephatt Poems
Feeding The Ducks
Slice of bread hits duck, Who looks at us,
She's jaded and nobody understands. They're afraid to humour or indulge her.
Ice Cream Vans
music from local ice cream vans can soon sound sinister not sweet
Trying To Escape
if I stuff my head full of poetry song lyrics Tweets
tonight a woman's raven black tears falling
Twigs And Leaves
Each tree has so many branches, twigs and leaves, each of which is a true religion, denomination,
can I just admit that sometimes I don't know what to say where to start
Sellotape And Glue
We recite the same words every Sunday. We all “know that The Church is true”. There is no doctrine on the Goddess, “The Qu’ran” – or any other view.
So Judge Me
I hardly ever leave the house these days. The past few years, to me, are just a haze. I cannot find my way out of this maze, And have no more constructive points to raise.
As indigo skies dissolve Into jet-black, Her silver shimmer Gently answers
my thoughts and emotions all night all night I toss them around all night all night
Feels Like The End
I hold the pain inside. It breaks my heart and mind and will not be denied, diluted or defined
Meet their disappointing daughter, with her disappointing ways. They would oh-so-love to humour her, but it really never pays.
I've tried to earn a living. What a joke.
Had fewer breaks because I would not smoke.
I've typed too many lists of licence plates,
And been in a few paralytic states.
I've tried to operate a fax machine.
I have become addicted to caffeine.
I've pretended not to hear a phone
At five to five; I know I'm not alone.