Sue Stone

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....Ladies and Gentlemen?
Well, just one gentleman actually.
One particular gentleman,
as it happens.

What is it of this act,
that marks those partaking
with the musk like scent
of betrayal?

My wishes become

Do not start with me;
you will not win!
If I could dip
the edge of my pen

‘Why did you choose me Mummy’?
I might ask you the same....
‘Why did YOU choose me? ’
I muse in quiet contentment.

How can one mourn
a future that will never be?
My un-conceived
yet pre conceived

Through the slow but certain
perfusion of
drip, drip, drip

So for you,
My darling….

I will learn to prune my own acers,

when you have finally grown tall
and I look up to you,
instead of down

It is always five fifteen,
on Mondays.
You never invite

And is grief the price we pay for love?
A basement, with no bargains here.
The cost is pinned to my forehead.
Insane 3D goggles revealing

I never thought, at forty three,
I'd so obsess at staying 'me';
But not the 'me' you see - for sure,
the face I want is twenty four.

I've fallen off the wagon.
She pushed me,
the b*tch.
I was doing well, for sure,

So, your mind drifts
to the nearest bar while I try and communicate with you?

Your stomach turns, as I attempt to speak of the day to day, inane requirements of running a household?

Young suicide

Within thirty minutes of the pronouncement
The messages flood like a tsunami.

No thanks.

I don’t want to talk about ‘it’.
‘It’? F*cking ‘it’?

I'm sorry.
There's no easy way to say this,
you cause me more distress than I have the ability to cope with.
I must go.

Thread Bear

My once weekly dusting session

We sit as we arrive at the terminal.
It sits, unblinking, between us.
Hesitation on both parts.

Mother was a coke freak.
Don’t know if Dad’s alive
D’ you know what it’s like
To get yourself up

Sue Stone Biography

Mum to 4. Work full time. Like to read and write poetry. I read better than I write: 0))

The Best Poem Of Sue Stone

Can I Have Your Attention Please...

....Ladies and Gentlemen?
Well, just one gentleman actually.
One particular gentleman,
as it happens.

You! The one in the corner,
with dark hair and eyes, and
shoulders I have to stretch my arms
to their full span
to get around.

Can I have your attention?

I do not want an argument.
I do not want your sympathy.
I do not want your anger.
I do not want your derision.
I do not want your interpretation of events.
I do not want your mockery.

I do not want your eyes to flicker to SKY T.V.
impatient with distraction.
I do not want your blame.
I don't even want your guilt.

I want to feel that you have heard me;
not just what I say -
but all that I don't.
I want to feel that you connect with me,
somewhere in the middle of what I say,
and that you hear and understand.

I want your acceptance.
I want to know that I am loved,
and that I still make you
catch your breath,
on the occassional first sight of me.
I want to know that you care enough
to contribute to the solution.

I want to know that you value me,
every second of every day
and value me for me,
not this crazy, irrational being
you would have me believe I've become.
My intelligence, my essence,
makes me deep -
not shallow.
Would you have me shallow?

To be heard,
to be understood,
to be acknowledged,
To be forgiven for irrationality;
mine and yours.

Sue Stone Comments

Gregory (gshaw57) Upshaw 24 August 2009

I am Entitled, Is a very informative, descriptive and emotional deep dialogue that happen to many times to count in the world. But as I love the usage of language. Very Very Very Good... PS> Thank you for your comment, it was very well appreciated. Feel free to browse other poems in my collection.

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