Oh You Know…This and That: A Poetry Anthology for a Small Space in Time

By E K Eonia

The ‘this and that’ anthology is a collection of five diverse poetry collections written in a small space of time and drawn together in the order in which they were created. The Anthology comprises of: The Year of Living Irritably-Sharp, dissident poems of irritation and exasperation. Naughty Naughty Very Naughty- If only… to remember the sharpness of my youth- The shortest collection in the anthology exploring the cheeky and robust courage of the youthful and childlike mind, told with a fairy tale like rhythm. Poetry for My Lover-Poems of romance, attraction and appreciation. A Matter of Life and Death --Verses for the unquenchable desire of the fearless- A collection that can most accurately be described as Thought-Stream poetry, questioning and examining the essence of life and death and everything in between. The Universe in a Cup of Tea-The is the broadest collection in the anthology including topics such as politics, envy, social constructs, art, topography and nature amongst other interests.

• Language: English
• Publisher: E K Petrolekas
• Release date: Jul 7, 2012
• ISBN: 9780992172312

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Oh You Know…This and That: A Poetry Anthology for a Small Space in Time

Oh, you know…this and that, five poetry collections- an anthology for a small space in time

E. K Eonia

Copyright © E K Petrolekas 2012

The right of the author of this work has been asserted

First edition 2012

ISBN- 978-0-9921723-1-2

The Year of Living Irritably

The Year of Living Irritably

Nothing is going right

All that exists now is fright

On the eve of the day

Of how my life was lead astray

How did I manage it all?

The order was not so tall

To make such a complicated mess

And succumb to the word called stress

Such a slow accumulation of dread

Easing its way like a piece of thread

Tapping lightly so that I barely feel

That each step is not on foot but by kneel

A year now has passed in irritation

Rushing aggravation and frustration

On the bus, on the train on the road

Trying to decipher its code

Everything is affected

Life is neglected

Birthday Girl

I rushed to make plans to celebrate

In the end I was left all alone

Does it serve me right to procrastinate?

When I feel like leaving life to be lived by a clone

Years pass by quite easily

Ironically yesterday felt so slow

Today passes by but not busily

And I’m bored while I wait for my show

I’m glad I have at least a few people who love me

I forget about them all the time

I pretend I’m alone and I am the key

To solve my problems writing up rhymes

What a silly condition, this humanity 

What projections we assume are real

What a trial to experience insanity

To not know how to cope with how I feel

Happy birthday to me, dear birthday girl

Happy birthday, console yourself and just be

Even though your feelings are drenched in loneliness

Gasping for breath by written decree

Maybe there won’t be understanding

Maybe there won’t be anything

Maybe you’re here to be isolated

And experience what you planned spiritually

Outrage Neighbour

Oh my goodness how irritating

Oh my goodness how have I coped?

I want to kill her daily

Despite it being illegal

Why do I have to put up with it?

Why am I even here?

How did I get myself so mixed up

With all these freakish people

They say I walked right into it

I say that is a blasphemous lie!

I was told about the opening

I expected to find normalcy

Nobody wants to deal with it

They all expect me to take it and smile

What a bunch of hypocrites

They can take their sympathetic faces and shove them up their arse

The Tale

This is a tale of debauchery

Of evil men and their wives

Who capture the young in their cribs

And steal their youth to stay alive

This is a tale of temporary tranquillity

Of evil men and their wives

Abated for only a short time

Before hunger requires they feed while babe lets out a cry

This is a tale of complexity

Of evil men and their wives

Whose actions are never investigated

Because they remain smiling and shy

This is a tale of ignorance

Towards evil men and their wives

As long as we’re not involved in it

We can pretend that it’s all lies

Who are you?

The person you think you are?

The person others think you are?

The person nobody knows you are?

The person nobody, not even you know you are?

Who are you?

Do you show willingly?

Do you leak?

Do you only exist in sleep?

Are you really in existence?

What are you?

Who am I?

Am I what you hear me say?

Am I what you think of me?

Am I a point of reference for your life?

Am I really in existence?

How do you know?

Motherly

Purify your soul in the fires of mental hell

Until you rise from the dust that burns clear

Purify your heat from the cool ice and

Let yourself wonder at the scale of gratification

When the ground was laid

The water flowed and kept the dust settled

When the sun was shining in the open sky

The bird saw true north

As the current of interference settled on the horizon

The environment had to change Mother Nature

She did not resist the movement

She could not alter the path of her child

That would be un –motherly

How do you know you’re looking at it right? The impossible divide between realism and idealism

What?

What?

You said what first, why you asking me what?

I don’t know.

You don’t know what?

Yes, I don’t know what.

How do you know you’re looking at it right?

How do you know I’m not?

We’re going round in circles; I’m not prepared for this kind of headache. Are you grasping what you need to or not?

I don’t know.

What a surprise…

Is it right?

Yes

Ok

So you agree?

No

So why did you say ok?

You’re the one who needs to know. If you say yes, I say ok. Ok is not yes.

So ok is no?

No

So what is it then?

It’s just ok.

You’re not helping!

I’m not here to help.

I’m finished.

With what?

With figuring it out if I’m looking at it right.

And?

And what?

Is it right?

Yes.

Why?

It feels right.

That’s not a reason.

Yes it is.

No it’s not

Yes it is!

You’re impossible!

The Dragon

What is there not to like about dragons?

What is there to fear?

When they swoop overhead

Flying low and near.

What is there to wonder about dragons?

What is there to say?

When they walk on ashen earth

Leaving footprints that lead the way

What is there to love about dragons?

Rather than to hate

What is there to tell in bedtime stories?

To create an imaginary fate

What is there to tell about dragons?

How long will questions ask

In books and fables

Truth becomes unmasked

Dear young one, look