Author: Phil Lister

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1. Rhyming poetry to change your day

My boss I hate you

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Boss, we’ve all got one

Many of us are under the thumb

Let’s start with all the different types

Thoughtful, kind and sometimes nice

Controlling, demanding, asking a lot

Stressful, arrogant, losing the plot

It’s us doing the hours, working all day

While you’re chilling out, getting your pay

What do you actually do? I’ve not had my break!

Sitting there you, chilled, you great big mistake!

Look at all the work I have done for you

Thanks guy, I’ll pass it for mine, that’s true

There is one thing that I’d like to say to you….

You’re an arsehole, I quit, FUCK YOU

1. Rhyming poetry to change your day

Solitary confinement

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Some of us like to be alone

Time to process on our own

Not wanting to be around others

Feeling trapped, feeling smothered

It started when you was young

You never really did like fun

Bullied at school, always picked on

Just wishing that they would be gone

In college, things should have been different

But most of them were just ignorant

Work passes by, not many friends

Nothing much changes, same old trends

Didn’t really like clubbing or drinking a lot

Dancing around badly, looking like a twot

Prefer your own company, just better like that

Prefer your solitary confinement, that’s just a fact

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1. Rhyming poetry to change your day

The curse of the baby

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When you first come into this world

The nurse inspects you and gives you a twirl

You are then taken home and placed to nest

You are left to slumber and of course to rest

From that moment there is a change

You start to cry and make your parents deranged

Through all the noise and the screaming

Your parents would rather be dreaming

For this disruption causes stress

Their sweet child is no longer a bless

And for a reason unknown to you

Your parents split and are no longer two

Was it your fault? Is it true?

Was it actually because of you?

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1. Rhyming poetry to change your day

Life, why?

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Fate is such a funny thing

You seem to be made to pay for your sins

It was that I can’t understand

Men in power with their woeful plans

What does it achieve? What does it gain?

Apart from torture, torment and pain

Back to my life as you can see

I have pain and torment inside of me

When will I realize that I am a pawn?

I am just a playing piece waiting to be worn

I realize now that fate is a funny thing

It thrives on controlling everything

It teaches us lessons, it gives us hope

Sorry I lie; it gives us false hope

Who asked for diseases? I can’t understand?

It’s the man in power again, with his woeful plan

This is life, c’est la vie

If you don’t like it just try to flee

There’s one way out, as the lights go dim

You have now paid for all of your sins!

1. Rhyming poetry to change your day

In a dark place

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Help, help, I can’t get out….

Why can no one hear me however much I shout?

Help help, I’m deep in a hole…

Please help me, help my soul.

Help help, I’m all alone…

But nobody is there to hear my moan.

I’m black and blue,

But no one knew

What I’m going through

They’ve got no clue!

It’s hurting so bad,

It’s hurting like mad,

It’s making me go

Fucking insane.

Ahhh how I’m screaming

Ahhh how it’s hurting

Hear me now

Hear me loud!

What are you deaf?

You can’t hear me?

I’ll fucking scream

Till I can’t any more.

I need to get out

I can’t go on

It’s just too much

It’s just too tough!

This is my nightmare

This is my life

I’m gonna end it

With this knife!

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1. Rhyming poetry to change your day

Tick tock

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I am sitting here (Tick Tock)

I am watching the clock (Tick Tock)

I am alone (Tick Tock)

I am at home (Tick Tock)

Why so depressing? (Tick Tock)

Why this lesson? (Tick Tock)

I want to end it (Tick Tock)

To stop that clock (Tick Tock)

Slower and slower (Tick Tock)

Beats the clock (Tick Tock)

For I am calm (Tick Tock)

With bloodied palms (Tick Tock)

I have done it (Tick Tock)

Set myself free (Tick Tock)

Now I see the light (Tick Tock)

My clock has stopped, No Tick Tock

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New project 2021 – Chapter 2 part 2

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The road was dark he could not see that much. Only moonlight lighting his path in front. His feet were wet, socks soggy.

“Calm down Frank, stop the car and let’s talk” Rose pleaded. Frank sighed and pulled the car off the road. Waiting for the bombardment that was sure to come from his wife.

“We can’t continue like this, you tried to punch your son. You drink and you drive, You can’t even be proud of your son for what he has achieved” “He didn’t achieve anything,  he didn’t win” “What does it matter if he won or not, we are his parents,  we should support him and be proud of him for whatever he achieves or not”

“He said he wants to leave, I can’t have my baby leave me, not like that” “If you didn’t molly cuddle him all the time” “Well if you was a better father to him” she snapped. Frank started the car, fed up of the conversation.

“Do what you always do Frank, block me out, you know I’m right” He span the tyres again and the Mercedes sped off. “Slow down Frank” she shouted! He took a right, then continued a few miles before taking a left.

“You know if Paul does leave the house that I won’t stay,  I will go to if you don’t make things up with him” her voice so stern. Frank said nothing. He just stared at the road. Rain pouring down on the windscreen.

Frank was quietly crying to himself, Rose’s words had wounded him as if she had plunged a knife through his heart. He couldn’t imagine being without her. She cancelled out everything that was imperfect about him.

“You make this right, you make this right” she uttered.

“FRANK, LOOKOUT” Frank saw at the last moment and spun the wheel to swerve, narrowly missing the figure in the road. He tried to control the car by going the other way but the car was already off the road.

The car was rolling down the hill, Frank was breaking but it was too wet. In a couple of seconds the car hit a massive tree head on, the air bags exploding outwards but the damage was already done.

The windscreen had shattered, glass everywhere. The only noise coming from the car was horn.

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WIP 2021

New project 2021 – Chapter 2 part 1

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Frank angry from the night’s events got into the black Mercedes. Rose opening the passenger door and closing behind her.

“Well that went well didn’t it” she said. “Don’t lecture me” Frank snapped. Angrily starting the car. The car screeched away leaving tyre tracks.

Paul had been walking for a while now uttering to himself with discontent for his dad. He was soaked through from the constant rain.

“Probably gonna catch a cold now because of that idiot, Why did he have to act like that? Showing me up in front of everyone!”

“I’m gonna get home, I’m gonna get my stuff and I’m gonna leave” he shouted to the sky.

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