Four poems that run into each other, by Sophie.
Daddy showed me some sex-sites
On his computer.
I told mummy,
Mummy told a Policeman,
Daddy is now in trouble.
His bit of spare came round in tears
But Mummy would not let her in.
I would like to write more
But Mummy says
It’s best not to.
Daddy might not be allowed to see me again,
The only regret will be
Is two less people to write about
In my poetry.
—
It’s evening time.
Nanny has taken me to the seaside
To forget about daddy,
(Her son).
We watched the sun creep down and we cried together.
I said sorry,
And Nanny said sorry.
And we walked hand in hand
On the edge of the sand
Like the owl and the pussycat.
—
It’s nice having a weekend holiday
(The Monday is a bank holiday).
Nanny is of course sad
But I let her win at “Connect 4″
And she taught me chess
And we forgot the one day of rain.
—
The holiday is already nearly over
So I took one last stroll
To the rock-pool,
And Nanny slipped
And got her leg wet.
I was worried that Nanny hurt herself,
Cos she IS very old,
But she was ok
And dried herself with a beach towel
As I said goodbye to the camp clown.
—
Sophie Lucy Morgan, aged ten.
Notes
Next here: Haiku (British, Canadian style) by the ff % 243 crew (ie myself!)
Comments (40)
A bloke near here was convicted for showing his 11 year old daughter kiddie-porn sites.
Damn Soph is growin up fast lately sorry Lord bout rif raf polluting the starstream `maybe it will end one day i hope so tell the boys i got rock lol thanks magi
I always love Sophie…
And that is horrible that a man actually showed his young daughter those sites… sad world, we live in.
You are on a roll here, my friend. For whatever reason, I’ll say I especially loved:
“And we forgot the one day of rain.”
ryc: ok, I won’t say that anymore. Thanks. Among other “inspirations” is the desire to write “the book after” Seamus Deane’s Reading in the Dark and to do 1972 in a human way unlike Morgan Llywelyn’s 1972 in which everyone is always stopping make a speech. Another 1,200 words so far today. The character is now slipping out of my control, which is how I know it’s working.
he should be shot not put in jail… sorry woke up from a pretty important dream… still the anger is within me…. *sigh*
some people don’t want others to see them… beautiful or not… some of us like to hide and only put the pictures up cause someone else wanted a looksee at them.
Terry, this is such a poignant portrayal of the loss of innocence and the innocent way a young child feels it. The things your characters share with us always move me.
that is both awful and fresh as a little daisy……. in its way it shatters prepolished conceptions…. that stop us from knowing…
you’d get me into bother terry.. get me a ticket..lol… poor women dont know me and doesnt like me… and possible vice versa…
Hi again. Well, this is deep and so sad. It ounds like a true story. I hope its not. Its so horrible but again your portrayal of it was right on. You brought out emotions in us, the readers. Good job.
So sad for Sophie and so many like her to suffer this sort of abuse. It does scar them for life!
I love Sophie’s poems. She is always clear and honest. Smart girl, she is.
Rosemary
How sadly the innocence is lost. Growth can be painful, leaving our glossed sunshiney images behind. But grow, we must in gaining wisdom and truth. Keep the child within alive, nurture him/her, to grasp onto that railing called life.
i love it. i love it. This is cute and sad at the same time. The flow is amazing, lord P.
what a perverted father that girl has.
i like the first one the most though
“The only regret will be
Is two less people to write about
In my poetry.”
I mean the whole piece is.
my last sentence was cut out..
“i mean the whole piece is wonderful”
ha.
she seems pretty smart for her age. PRECOCIOUS! Gosh…i had a hell of a time trying to come up with that word…
Its feels like heaven…feels like home, to be reading about Sophie again
Marvelous! Poor daddy….
Thankyou, Lord, the the kind advice…. I know readership has been dropping…..but I really cannot catch up with the comments…and everyday there are new people asking to be added… I need to reply at al least all the comments, only then dare I post and accept more comments (which I will ahve to reply to again)….. readership doesnt bother me, its the who cares that counts….. for those who don’t bother coming back after awhile just gets deleted from my lists…simple as that….. lol….. usual those who have been reading me for months are the one I care about….like yourself…..
Hope all’s well with you, dear lord……
Sometime this week I will be posting and allowing comments again…. maybe tomorrow…
love and peace,
-Elle
IRT~ i would love to see some poems from your first book, though i know what you mean about the myst thing, but call it a childhood way, its just something thats stuck with me through the years like my eyes and other words, they just look different to me. i think you of all people can understand that.
like always eye love poems from sophie, they always bring sucha smile to me.
It’Mor
Yeah, i’m chronically self-conscious…it’s my big failing. Other than that I’m perfect…lol.
Sophie might be my favoritest of all, except I love all of your creations. You do know that the infrequency of my visits has only to do with my busyness, and nothing else. Right?
Your people you write under have sad lives, i think that is because you are sad ,you cannot write of love and happiness. perhaps this trip if you force yourself ,will make you happy, I do hope so ,Your people make me feel sad. I am into the supernatural or future now ,they seem to like that sort of thing ,I think people are getting sick of love poetry, and ordinary nature. Cheers Marj
Very great poetry my little Sophie aged ten. Of course everybody will find different things, but that makes this poetry so interesting.
The vision of the little girl with the old lady crying together at the sun going down is very powerful.
It is the crying of everybody end of our day.
I can just imagine Sophie with her grandmother. Two generations sharing pain about a third. Very heavy – stuff.
my, my what a piece, how terrible of that girl’s father, i don’t have any use at all or compassion for pediaphiles, i hope i spelled that right.
if people tag you and you don’t respond, don’t let it bother you, not a big deal
God Bless
betty
Super, super, super, what more can I say. I loved it. Sophie is just such a darling and she is so honest and in such a winning way. I am always ready for more of her poetry.
Sophie is my absolute favorite. Who is the profile picture of?
Sophie doesn’t sound like she misses her dad all that much.
very good. Yes I agree cute and sad. Fathers should not be showing porn to ten year old girls. Or boys.
Yes we’re all dying to know who that pic up there is…. He looks British. Too dark to be you as a young man. Have any from then? Would love to see what you looked like as a boy.
The pic is a joke! Becca asked about what I look like now, so I put that up! it was of a young Italian who worked briefly for us and loved the girls (who of course swooned for him!)
Sophie has always been my favorite character of yours, but I hate to see her growing up. Her father should be shot. The innocence of a child is the most beautiful thing I can imagine and any adult who would destroy that for his (or her) own sexual pleasure is simply evil. The most heartening line in this post is “And we forgot the one day of rain”
Fucking PUNK
I am so glad I get to read the poetry on here. I would never come across anything quite like it without the help of Xanga. I think it helps me as a person!
Blocked the total wanker.
I wouldn’t quite call this ‘happy poetry’.
thanks for the comments and constructive critisisim, it’s always nice to have someone be honest and give real advice.
-jos-
I love Sophie too.
Its been a long time my Lord! Good to hear from you!
Man once again I love the thouroughness of your characters.. very picturesque if thats even a word..
In the USA,
haiku often seems to be
form above beauty.
but that does not mean
that there’s no ‘preciation
for beautiful ‘ku.
can’t we all agree
to enjoy each others’ words
and hassle no one?
Just live and let live
all under the one “big tent”
with civility?
Please come back, Lord P.,
I for one will read your words
and enjoy beauty.
Please come, tolerate
the form-above-beauty folk
who also post here.
“His bit of spare.” Sounds so refined, so “English.” Did you hear your Mummy say that? You couldn’t repeat what an American Mommy would likely call your Daddy’s girlfriend. But Sophie, you need to make some friends your own age and don’t worry so much about the grownups. Enjoy being ten. Why don’t you ask for a dog to run with on the beach? And next year, an IPod with earphones.
Brilliant! As was stated by someone before me..”you are on a roll”. Somehow you are inspired and what comes out of your quill gives testimony to you gift.Whatever it is, write, write and write.
It’s so sad. I hate it when kids suffer, poor Sophie, can I give her a hug?
I love Sophie so much! Poor daddy.