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Intro; Taboo; About the Author; About the Book; Dedications; Copyright Delilah Sunday (2019); Acknowledgements; Barbed Wire; Cannibal; Chip Shop; Dare; Glass; Finders Keepers; Iceberg; Jellyfish; Love Igloo; Mirage; Mortified; My Closure; Ritual; Solly Street; Taboo; Voodoo Doll; Wasp; Wild West; Notice; Scream; Human; Racist; Exposed

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Delilah Sunday

Austin Macauley Publishers

2019-08-30

About the Author

Delilah Sunday is a Leicester-born poet who resides between Bath and Leicester.

Her poetry is inspired by moments of time and the world she sees around her.

Her writing is quirky, bringing poetry to modern-day times and delivered with brutal honesty, showcasing a natural-born talent.

She writes all of her poetry around 3am when the night is silent and the worlds asleep with nothing but candlelight for company.

In an era where photographs are all the rage, Delilah shuns putting her face to her work, ensuring freedom to express the world she sees around her and allowing her poetry to remain the focus.

About the Book

A fascinating collection of emotive poetry, written in a raw and unapologetic manner.

Every one of the poems is their own masterpiece, created with thought, sprinkled with grit and finished off with a whole lot of passion.

You will read poems within this book that you can relate to, be that personally or as the third person.

You can literally feel the pain and love within this book. As you read, you will be transported, left standing within the poem itself.

This book brings home topics that some wish to remain buried, taking you on a journey of truth that leads you to open your eyes, have opinions and to question your viewpoints.

This is a book you will not be able to put down, one you will discuss with your friends, recommend and reread time and again.

Taboo is truly a MUST-READ a modern-day piece of art poetry.

Dedications

I dedicate this book to my girls who hold me up when I cant stand, who love me even when I dont like myself. Your unconditional love is more than I can ever repay, so thank you.

To anyone who resonates with any part of my poems, just know you are not alone, GET HELP if you need it, do not be silenced, it does get better and life ultimately is still beautiful. Better days will always come. Shine regardless!

Finally, to those who dont look like what they have been through you are my favourite kind of people, I see you and I feel you!

Smile Always

Delilah

xxx

Copyright Delilah Sunday (2019)

The right of Delilah Sunday to be identified as author of this work has been asserted by her in accordance with section 77 and 78 of the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988.

All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without the prior permission of the publishers.

Any person who commits any unauthorised act in relation to this publication may be liable to criminal prosecution and civil claims for damages.

A CIP catalogue record for this title is available from the British Library.

ISBN 9781528949774 (Paperback)

ISBN 9781528949781 (Hardback)

ISBN 9781528972390 (ePub e-book)

www.austinmacauley.com

First Published (2019)

Austin Macauley Publishers Ltd

25 Canada Square

Canary Wharf

London

E14 5LQ

Acknowledgements

To anyone who contributed towards this book.

Thank you for all the good that sits behind the ugly as there has been a lot that, whilst I havent written, I still very much cherish.

Barbed Wire

Before social media I first met you. In Long Eaton town centre hanging with a mate or two.

You looked like you were trouble, it kind of turned me on, back then I was a handful, I needed a man that was strong.

You were a squaddie, I loved the uniform, problem with you blue eyes, is you never could conform.

I thought you were gorgeous, looking back you were a chav, bald head, biggest blue eyes and the dirtiest of laughs.

Combined we were disastrous in the best of ways, lived life in a bubble riding on a love wave.

People always stared at us, guess we were kind of rough, a pair of rough diamonds, we literally didnt give a fuck.

I climbed the fence at Bramcote around 2am, cut my legs on barbed wire, I was crazy back then.

Absolutely mental if the truth be told, but you didnt try and change me, just let the madness unfold.

I thought we would get married, honeymoon on the beach, the things you think of when youre only nineteen.

I drove a white Corsa, we always loved a trip, I dropped you in Nottingham and said, See you in a bit.

The plan was to see you Monday, but you never showed, couldnt get hold of you, thought you lost your phone.

Phones back then didnt do much, no internet, picture messaging, Skype or such.

As weeks turned to months Id go to where we met, in hope youd just walk in like you never left.

I asked the boys at Bramcote if they knew where you were, they all denied knowing you which seemed to me absurd.

Thirteen years would pass until I would hear from you, sat with the girls when you message out of the blue.

I stared at the Facebook message, I couldnt believe my eyes, the man I always wondered about is still very much alive.

You tell me the story of that night, whilst in Notts you got arrested by the cops, remanded right away, the army discharged you the next day.

Nineteen months you were inside, couldnt get hold of me even though you tried.

Upon release you knocked my door, problem was I didnt live there anymore.

So, you went back to Mansfield, you could do no more, got back in the army then moved abroad.

Within three weeks I was seeing you, sat across from me this couldnt be true!

Thirteen years passed but it didnt feel like a day, you still stared at me in the same way.

Those big blue eyes I fell for before, making my heart skip once more.

Then I look down and see it there, your wedding ring finger isnt bare.

You tell me youre now married and have four kids in tow, in my mind Im screaming NO!

You ask why Im not married, you thought Id be snapped up, rather than tell you about it, I said I would send you my book.

You said if social media had been back then, you would have found me again

Took me to Gretna and married me on the spot, for Im the girl who still makes your heart stop.

Our reunion was sweet but bitter Im glad you found me, I just wish it was quicker.

Cannibal

Sometimes when you meet a man you act a little strange, but something about this boy has got me acting deranged.

He is built perfectly for what is in my mind, all thanks to his beautiful behind.

I stare at the rump that is in front of my eyes, would I grill it, or would I be better off to fry?

I want to carve his bum cheek like it is a piece of steak, slice it off perfectly and serve it on a plate.

Place it on a table that is set for only one, pour a glass of red wine and drink it until its gone.

I dont know if I want to eat it or just to see it cooked? Maybe I would be too scared to try it in case I got hooked?

I dont want to murder him, I wouldnt want him to die, theres just something about his arse that screams at me rib eye.

This is just a fantasy, one I will not share, imagine if I told him, I think he would be scared.

I dont eat fish and I have only ever eaten animals, but something about this man is bringing out my inner cannibal.

I think it is best to distance myself from this unknowing man, it isnt that Im horrible, Im just a big steak fan.

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