Poetry and Creative Writing for All

Marcia Calame

I am a writer of all things truthful, amusing, and inspirational. I write knowing that my roots are important to it me, so therefore, it is always, my underlay for whatever I write.

To me, poetry is more than just rhyming. It is an avenue to many possibilities and an opening for my inner self.

I believe the only way, to write, is to have the experience, be true to myself and allow my expressions to run freely.

Marcia has also performed at:

Birmingham Arts Fest; Black History Month

Glastonbury Festival Poetry &Words & Readers and writers festival

And many of her works has appeared in many anthologies.

Don't Touch

You can take away my love,
Take away my mind,
Take away my skills,
What I know and understand.

You can take away my pride,
Dig out my eye,
Take away my sight and leave me permanently blind.

You can take away my tongue,
Take away my tune,
Take away my song
And the home in which I belong.

You can take away my part,
Take away my whole.
But there is one thing that you can never take
And that's my soul.

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Gin Total

When my Gin is done,
I am sober.
When my G…in is done, I have dreams.
When I done my Gin,
I can do anything.
Though I may,
I may look hopelessly lean.

In my tailored world, I hop..
Scotch like a contented child.
I am free and run…

Running wild.

I am lying on cotton wool,

Trying to relax my head
On the bed…of
my…own…reality.

Nothing can ever bother me

Now that my bottle is…singing me…

A lullaby.

Decaffeinated beverages intoxicates me
So keep them away
And just leave moiré to be sober alone.

Bottoms up!

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The world’s greatest attraction

Pick a person
Any person
And tell them
Where they are heading

Tell them they will be robbed of their diamond pride
Jubilant hearts will be distressed tomorrow
Their political club will fight to the end
Only to be given a spade to bury their sorrow

Tell them that they will be eternally tormented
By the demons gnawing away at the soul
And will spit out the remains of the crumbling nobility

"Gather round world!"
Watch closely

Don’t take your eyes away for a moment
Because if you blink
Then you’ll miss
The connection, the bliss
The single kiss
From the lips of a stranger
Who had scooped up another
Like a rabbit from a hat
Pulling him away from the fire of iniquity

Nothing hidden up these sleeves
Only bonding times of quandary
The selfless side
And the unity
Of man

And are no signs of Abracadabra
Or the glitz of Alacazaam

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The crossings of my skin

On my skin
Is my next of
Kin
In the traffic
Of the dual carriageway

Involved in
A collision of identity piling high
A mountain of races
Confused in their destination
Just taking chances
Along the way

My lifelines have small potholes
That cannot be filled, by just understanding
Though the richness of my colour, tells me were I should be heading

I watch my veins run across the junctions’ maze
Seeking the exits that will lead me to the home
Of acceptance
Snaking through the lanes
Of obstruction
To arrive in record time
Alive

And to continue the survival of life’s landmarks
They ease the brief breakdowns of my mind
By
Resting in the lay-by with the warning lights
Of my temperament
Switched
On.

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The Girl Next Door

We have an unspoken relationship
A wordless bond
With a smile just enough to greet one another with
We would eye each other over the fence
To capture our next move

Her hair in rollers of life’s experiences
Tightly pin pushed and secured in time
Her skin, cracked and thirsty
Slightly dusty

She hung her washing on the surroundings
And adjusted her short skirt
That sometimes exposed some familiar grounds

Society have taken gain of her sovereignty
And this sometimes left her curled up like a frightened child
Tears streaming into an ocean of questions
Mixed emotions crashes like a sea of wild horses

She has a family of many races
But very few visitors
She speaks so many languages
But no one seems to understand her tongue

She wears big shoes
To air her feet and allow her hopes and dreams to roam freely
But she cannot run away from those with Cyclops eyes

So, I will write her an invitation and slip it through her door

Dear Earth,

I have baked some cookies and you’re very welcome
To drop by
Anytime

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Submission Guidelines: Poems of no more than 30 lines in length each will be considered.