Secret lives -Part 4

Her agent told her all about Jack

He lived a regular life and worked a nine to five job

But had made a secret fortune inventing medical devices

And built up a network of similar people worldwide

Each of his contacts led simple lives 

But were amassing fortunes from their clandestine activities

He had founded a charitable foundation

And his group were channeling Billions into it

Her agent wanted her to meet Jack

Jack’s secret life was exactly what she needed to research

She told him to set it up soon

Then rushed to buy food for tonight’s meal

Her husband was more grumpy than usual over dinner

She asked if work was worrying him

No its just as boring as ever he said

I have been trying to meet the author of my favorite books

She froze in anticipation of his next words 

I guess she is too busy writing to meet boring old me he sighed

Perhaps best to let it drop she said

She is probably not the person you are expecting

He was unusually quiet the rest of the evening

He did not read in bed 

He tossed and turned all night

She wondered if he was having an affair

She checked her emails

Her agent had set up a meeting with Jack

At a neutral venue with some back-up staff for her security

Researching was as much fun as writing for her

She met Jack the next day

Quite a handsome fellow with a charming manner

He insisted on telling his story in more detail over dinner

She hesitated but accepted his invitation

Secret Lives Part 3

She decided not to ask him about the book in his briefcase

Waiting for him to bring it up

A few days passed before he said to her over dinner

I have been reading these great books

Oh really she said trying not to look too interested

An amazing author who tells colorful racy stories

You should read her books he insisted

Probably not my cup of tea she said dismissively 

He fell asleep soon after dinner

She checked her emails 

More fan mail from Jack

Saying he had an incredible story to tell her

She asked her agent to contact Jack

Thanking him for his fan mail

Maybe have one of his staff meet with him soon

Make sure he signs an NDA before I interview him

Her new book was going to be all about ordinary people

Who led extraordinary secret lives

Achieving amazing things in anonymity

Without ever wanting recognition or fame

Her husband woke up and turned off the TV

Time for bed he announced

They were soon side by side reading

She could not remember when they last had any intimacy 

He was reading her latest novel

She felt uneasy when he read passages to her out loud

She was not sure how best to react to all this

A bit too explicit for my tastes she said

The next day she met with her agent at his office

Signing papers and vehemently resisting his requests to go public

Oh I had my assistant meet Jack he said

He has an amazing story to tell you

Secret lives – Part 2

She listened to his workday complaining over dinner

Like a good sympathetic wife

Telling him to watch TV and relax

While she cleared the table and tidied the kitchen

He fell asleep in front of the TV

She pulled out her laptop

Checking her emails while he dozed

Looking for messages from her agent

She found a bunch of them

Urging her to go public

Go on a book signing tour

He had TV shows lined up for her

Her last novel was getting great reviews

Her agent had negotiated a huge advance for her next book

Big fat royalty checks filled her accounts

Her husband snored louder

She had a theme for her next book

But more research was needed

Some of it could be done on line

But she had to interview people face to face

Their stories fueled her writing

She had a talent for making her characters come alive

She read more emails while her husband slept

Her agent was forwarding requests to meet her

One fan letter caught her eye

From a man called Jack

Claiming to have read all her books

Wanting to meet her and tell his own incredible story

Her husband started to rouse

She returned to doing daily household chores

Pulling the empty lunch box from his briefcase

She discovered he was reading one of her books  

Secret Lives – Part 1

He left for work at the usual time

A routine kiss for his wife as she opened the door

A short drive to the train station

To take the same seat on the same train

She cleared away the breakfast plates

Made the bed and cleaned the house

Made everything look perfect

Like a good suburban housewife

She checked his train was on time

Drove to the bad side of town

Parked outside the prison

Showed her ID to get inside

She sat at a table in the visitors room 

Notepad and pen in hand

A pale prisoner was led to her table

He was covered in tattoos. 

Where did we leave off he asked

You had just disposed of the body she replied

He picked up on his story

She wrote shorthand notes

Time is up said the guard

She watched him being led away

Before speeding back home

To type up her notes 

Her agent called to chat

The publishers were screaming for her next book

The seven previous were all best sellers

She insisted on remaining anonymous 

She scrambled to prepare dinner

As her husband put the key in the door

What did you do today he asked

Nothing at all she replied

Writing cleanses the soul

I often wonder why I have this urge to write

it all started seriously in my retirement

my mind became free of technical and business tasks

writing started as a hobby for me

something lighthearted and fun to pass the time

steadily developing into a daily pre-breakfast ritual

why is there such a burning desire in me to write something daily

I have been trying to understand it for the last six years

there is no clear answer or definition

the closest explanation I can give is in these words

we go through life performing actions

mostly driven by the demands of others

in those rare moments of solitude

when you are alone with just your thoughts

ideas are created

dreams are made

fears are confronted

memories are cherished

if you leave these thoughts in your head

they may disappear forever

if you write down your thoughts

they become memorialized 

they can then be read by others

you might entertain, enlighten or inspire somebody 

Writing cleanses the soul

The 6.29 train from Grey Matter Pool is now arriving at Fingertips

When its time to write my daily poem

I grab random words as they run fast through my mind

Capturing them in my neural net 

Tossing them into a large empty container at the back of my head

I fill up the container with water

Dead words silently slip out through the drain

Lively words float to the top singing

Dancing over the surface like olympic ice skaters

After I have been sufficiently mesmerized by their display

Words are invited to step out of my grey matter pool and dry off

Commuting words quickly line up for an approaching train

The 6.29 morning train for Fingertips is now approaching platform 7

The train rushes though my veins at lightening speed

The 6.29 train from Grey Matter Pool is now arriving at Fingertips

Words burst through the open doors and run towards the exits

Massive lines form at the turnstiles

My fingers start to swell up with commuting words

I read the next word in line and spell out his name on the keyboard

The turnstile clicks and he exits the station

Once on my computer screen he typically smiles at his new neighbors

I type as fast as I can to ease the pressure on my swollen fingers

Eventually they all get through and I can take a rest

Suddenly a fight breaks out as a gang of words become agitated

They took offense from the taunts of a nearby rival word gang

I send in the word police riot squad to break up the scuffle

Separating the offenders onto different parts of the page

Unfortunately some words keep resisting and have to be deleted

I feel sad for them having wasted a long journey

Eventually every word is in the right place

All excited to see which of them will make it up top into the title

Knowing that in a few minutes they will all journey to another computer or phone

Patiently waiting in cheekynonkeypoetry.com to be read by you

Stay cheeky my friends

200 posts!

We now have over 200 Cheeky Monkey posts in our first 6 months online

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Thanks to all you readers for you comments and feedback, they are much appreciated

These writing are published daily, often written minutes before going out

Fresh poetry is by nature raw and ragged

So its not un usual for the odd spelling mistake to be missed by writer, the editor and the publisher

Especially when the same person is doing all three jobs

There is no particular theme to this poetry blog which includes short stories, prose and free verse

They are occasionally sad, sometimes funny, often reflective but always sprinkled with some cheeky monkey wild imagination

We all have a cheeky monkey running around inside our minds

I have trained my cheeky monkey to sit down with me daily and tell me a story

He never fails to amaze me

Stay cheeky my friends