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Save The Black Cap

I was asked to write this poem as a protest of the closure of The Black Cap, a very famous Drag Pub, in Camden.  During a period when many Gay Clubs and Venues were being closed down.

Performing this poem at Incite@The Phoenix in Oct 2016

This place is more than just a pub,

It’s our history, our style, our own special club.

A place to chat, to drink, to dance.

Encourage friendship, love and romance.

 

It isn’t fair. It isn’t right,

To banish us into the night.

We need to see a friendly face,

Save The Black Cap. It’s our place.

Here we raised the roof with joy,

As boy became girl and girl became boy.

Drenched the floor with booze and tears

Celebrated who we were, without any fears.

 

It isn’t fair. It isn’t right,

To banish us into the night.

We need to see a friendly face,

Save The Black Cap, it’s our place.

 

So what becomes of this place that we

Imprinted with the map of LGBT?

It would be a great shame indeed,

If it’s snatched away by developers greed.

 

It isn’t fair. It isn’t right,

To banish us into the night.

We need to see a friendly face,

Save The Black Cap, it’s our place.

 

HERO A Living-interactive poem

polari literary salon

Performing at Polari on the South Bank

I’m Batman, I’m Wonder-woman,
I’m a super-hero called GAY.
I’m Trans, Bi, Intersexual
And I’m a Hero every day.

I’m Marie Stopes, I’m Nelson Mandela,
I’m not afraid of a fight.
I’m standing up for equality and justice,
Cos I know what’s wrong & what’s right.

I am labelled with love and loathing,
Sometimes I feel afraid.
Then I take solace from my fabulous friends
On the gender-bender cavalcade.

Zorro, Emily Pankhurst, Mohammed Ali,
There’s a Hero within us all.
We can make a difference every day.
Be proud. Sing out. Walk tall.

THE CONSEQUENCES OF KISSES

The Consequence of Kisses

Performing “The Consequence of kisses” – An evening Celebrating Who, Why & How We Are. At The Poetry Cafe WC2. 

Kisses can have consequences.
Even those, secret snatched ones
In the back of someone’s car, or cupboard.
That no-one else saw

Kisses do in fact count.
Including those wet, half biting ones
That fill your mouth with saliva…
That you’d like to forget

Or the ones, with someone’s
Girlfriend, wife, or maiden aunt.
Whilst drunk, and alone,
And provoked, at a party.

Kisses can have consequences,
Even if you have to wait 10 years
To reap the reward
Of their success or failure.

Sometimes there’s no respite,
From the jaw aching
Gut and heart wrenching
Memory of them.

No amount of concentration,
Self control, denial or willpower
Diminishes the ramification
Of that particular kiss.

Kisses can bury down, deep
Into your subconscious.
Nestle in the marrow of your bones,
Become more you, than you are.

Kisses can be poetry of breath.
Ambrosia of the Gods.
Better than sex, or the start
Of the best sex you have ever had.

Kisses can have Consequences.

 

Women Who Travel

Off…off…off on the wings of a dove we are.

On a plane or a boat, or a bus we are.

Be it near or far, by train, or car.

We are women, who travel.

Up… up… up on the crest of a wave we are.

Propelled by a whim, and a wish we are.

We cannot say no, at the chance just to go.

We are women, who travel.

Go… go… go for a dare, for the fun of it.

Lose your head and your heart, take a run at it.

Be thrilled be frightened, your consciousness heightened

We are women, who travel

Torture Times Two

Why choose to be tortured by love…
When life is so short, and death is so long
Why keep falling back into…
Familiar patterns of pain and failure

Why struggle and rage, cajole and placate,
Trying to change what you cannot
It’s about sorrow… it’s about loss
Who pays the price…who absorbs the cost?

Let it go…feel that flow,
An ending, a beginning…fast or slow
Why choose to be bruised with a blow?
Let it go…let it go. Let it go.