Shaken, not stirred By jfarrell

Shaken, not stirred

By jfarrell


(as James Bond likes his Martini’s)


My name is Jim, not James;

Association is what gives definition, gives meaning;

‘James’; my first associations are James Bond and King James;

As you see, very stirred, not shaken.


I come from a scumbag family on a council estate;

I speak with a stutter

And am as courageous as a cockroach.

I can’t be a James.


But a Jim?

Short, insignificant, as important as that bug you just squashed?

I can be a bug. I’m that big and brave.

I’m Jim.


And my drink of choice?

Put everything and anything you want in that pot,

Shaken or stirred….

My name is Bug…. Jim Bug…. and I’ll drink anything

Author's Notes/Comments: 

can't bare being called james.... it's just a name.... my nname... but i can't bare it - my nname is jim, like a bug

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"Sacrifices Made"

Just a thought!

In a world of sacrifice, I have worn many names...

Without haste and plausible deniability, he professed...

                            "I am the Reaper"

Author's Notes/Comments: 

"Sacrifices Made"

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What names
shall we give
our children
when we get older?


Judy asked
as we walked
through the woods
behind the house


towards the lake
(as she called
the pond
in the woods)


I’m no good
with names
I said
you must


have some idea
what names to call
your children
I haven't got children


not yet but when
we're older you will
she said
the trees were


coming into leaf
the sun was straight overhead
birds were flying
from branch to branch


what if it's a girl?
she asked
I thought about
the middle spread picture


of the sports car
in the Eagle comic
I’d just pinned
to my bedroom wall


the parts number
and labelled


you must have
a girl's name?
she asked


I said
what kind of name
is that?
she said


I think it's in
that Beethoven opera
Miss Graham
made us listen to


during lessons
I said
I don't like it
Judy said


the car picture
was just one
of many I had
on my bedroom walls


I had one photograph
of Hayley Mills
in a frame
by my bed


I got it
from a magazine
on move-stars
what about Ruth?


she said
or Rebecca?
the path through the woods
was windy


there were bramble
on each side
how about Jezebel
I said


it has a certain
ring to it
don't like it
she said


gives off
a bad scene
we reached the fence
around the lake


and climbed over
she had on
that peasant
looking dress


flowered red and yellow
I caught a glimpse
of thigh
as she went over


you're not
taking it
she said


as we walked down
the grass towards
the water
sure I am


I said
I think Judy’s
a fine name
for a daughter.


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Poetry of Names: Harry Potter

Ron sounds like a heart beating rapidly beneath a wooly warm sweater, anxious with fright,

Harry sounds like a massive lion roaring, fighting a ferocious bedlam of enemies throughout the night,

Hermonie sounds like a powerful engine, roaring among a bevy of twinkling galaxies that dwell in the sky,

Snape sounds like a malcontent child, laughing during a terrible tragedy concerning his peers,

Dumbledore sounds like aged stairs, creaking underneath a tired restless house.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I was just playing around but wanted to share lol I love JK<3

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Names of Fall

My thoughts

All together,
Goes well.
Fall is Autumn.
In October and November.

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by Jeph Johnson


I bet sometimes you've wondered
about my secret lovers
and just where your ol' sweetheart goes...
I swear, baby, it's true,
I'd rather be with you,
and not with some woman named Rose...

Let's see...
I've had Susies, Ramonas
and Lucys and Rhodas
Amys and some Carolyns.
I know I've had Careys
and at least five Sherrys
and probably three Marilyns
I've had Jills and Darlas,
Virginias and Carlas,
Elizabeths and two Mary Anns.
Four or more Lisas,
one special Teresa,
I keep looking but don't understand?

The Julies I remember
were gentle and tender,
I nearly went crazy with Lynns.
I dreamed at least once
of Danette and a bunch
of Kimberlys (some went by Kim).
I've searched my ol' black book,
and went through my yearbooks.
I've downloaded my database.
I re-read my old love notes,
even called the old hang-out
and thought of every pretty little face!

Mild Michelles and wild Shellys, ,
one Nell and five Kellys.
Rebeccas that kept on their toes.
I know that I've never,
in all my endeavors
had not even one single Rose!

And you really believe
I had out with me
A DOZEN ROSES, right there in my car?
And you thought I'd bring
them in with a ring?
Ha! The doorbell don't work any more!

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