English: (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Around you we need armour
You are lability personified
No linearity in your rage and pride
You change your mind
As though you live in multiples
You’re so unkind
And yet you cannot see your ills
Around you we need armour

Around you we need armour
Believing you are kindness still
You argue like a harpy, shrill
You change your course
And blame all others for the fall
It’s quite perverse
You cannot see this here at all
Around you we need armour

© Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

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8 Responses to Armour

  1. There are people like that Helen, and we have to deal with them in our lives, though not always every day. Very good. Liked this one.

  2. philipparees says:

    A slightly different take on a similar subject.
    Mere English

    You would not care for Africa, you say;
    the narrowness of mind that travel brings…
    No persuasion had you venture forth
    from Dorset and her soft enclosing hills.

    ‘Why precipitate adventure when instead
    monotony so benignly passes time?
    Why think when thought pricks restlessness
    or worse, provokes an impulse to the day?’

    The winds of soft stirred longing which arose
    were raiment of an English tempered muse.
    Metered music and the symmetry of stone…
    The dim glimmer of a chancel, summoning…

    Were all the pulse allowed the dying risk of age.

    No oceans all engraved with serpent coils…
    Terror incognita, know it well…
    The map but not the diction: Heavens, names and foreign foods!
    the spaces better blank to seed with certain platitudes.

    Philippa Rees All rights reserved. Feel free to share with attribution.

    • Gorgeous, as is all your writing Philippa – thanks for sharing here!! 🙂 🙂

      • philipparees says:

        It was a pleasure to gatecrash your party. I hoped you would not mind me trying to carry out and offer a tray of canapes to any guests who might turn up when the hostess was rather too tired to keep delivering! You have done so much for me it was a small offering… Best

      • Don’t mind at all – delighted you are generous enough to share your work here.. I’m sure everyone who read the comments would have enjoyed the poem enormously!! 🙂 🙂

  3. Gatecrashing, too, to say…..well done!!! (To both of you!) lol 🙂 xxxx

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