A Perfect Day

A Perfect Day

 

Morning

Back of garden sunrise.

Hay-fever pills.

Vegetables,

coffee and toast.

Get up tracksuit

bottoms and

red tee-shirt.

phone-call from Sue.

 

Afternoon

Cup of tea.

Teacake.

Butter

and jam.

Sitting in chair,

leopard skin

swim suit,

wearing cream pants

flowery top.

 

Midday

Listen to radio.

Cheese and onion cobs.

Glass of ginger beer.

On radio “What

a Wonderful World.”

 

Night

Stir fry chicken with Chinese.

Glass of white wine

watching of Match of the Day,

Leicester City.

Claudio pizza’s tomato,

ham and cheese

bed time.

I feel better when I am…

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I feel better when I am…

With my husband and dog on the beach

The humdrum of modern life is far out of reach

The sun in the sky, the wind in my hair

I’m living my life without worry or care

The seagulls cry, the waves crash on the sand

I smile as I walk with my husband, hand in hand

Life isn’t promised, it comes with no guarantee

But my life feels complete as we look out to sea

As the twinkling stars fade, and the sun brings a new morn

A sense of well being makes me glad I was born

Maybe

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I feel better when I am aligned

And I am,

at times,

times I cherish I try and hold on to their memory

When the chaos descends

When I feel out of sync

Disjointed,

out on a limb

If there are moments and elements

Of who I can and want to be

A me that is light and at peace

Then it’s a definite possibility

They could grow and form

One day, maybe, become my norm

Feeling Blue.

I bend down,
pick up the tiny gem.
Reflecting the sea,
polished by shells,
I feel its smoothness against my hand.
An animal’s eye,
a mermaid’s jewel,
fallen from a necklace of history,
what story does it tell?
Sunny day blue.
It lifts my spirits,
I’d dragged myself out,
my will had fought back,
it took everything to open that door;
now the tiny piece of glass shines in my hand.
I was angry,
I was upset,
now the tiny piece of glass shines in my hand.
A treasure to treasure.
The grey mist rises,
the sandy footsteps walk out my despondency,
in my palm the tiny bead shares its strength,
the lid is lifting.

The River

A thousand years this river ran,
Alone and lost like me.
I climb the rail this empty night,
One step will set me free.

I throw my phone and watch it fade,
The water far below.
The words they send won’t hurt me now,
They’re just a distant glow.

But a little voice says
Oh, don’t go,
Don’t throw it all away.
The love you seek will be with you,
Just wait another day.

I’m on the edge, the devil’s choice,
The two unwelcome worlds.
But then a sound behind me and
I hold the rail and turn.

An old man leans upon the rail,
He finds it hard to breathe.
He speaks to me with sad, dark eyes,
“Son, wait a moment, please”.

I want to jump, to get away,
But something in his voice.
“When I was young, I stood here too,
And made a better choice”.

And a little voice says
Oh, don’t go,
Don’t throw it all away.
The love you seek will be with you,
Just wait another day.

He offers me a cup of tea,
A biscuit and a chat,
And as we walk, and talk of life,
I can’t help thinking that,

The angels come in many forms,
Not just with wings of feather.
It’s funny how a friendly face,
Can leave me feeling better.

Experience

It was what it was, I know that now
although at the time, I didn’t know how
to ignore the fizz of lightning,
the temper of storms,
I didn’t know then that the temper was yours…
I do now.

At first it was passion, a tidal flood
of ideas and intentions, all of them good,
we were going to change things, give people a choice,
but later I knew that the only voice
we heard was yours.
I know now.

It took a long time for the bruises to heal,
the scars of the battle are something you feel
until friends come calling smiling bright,
the screams and nightmares fade with the light
of people you trust.
I know now, and feel better when I don’t see you.

The Battle

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Restless troubles pierce my mind

As an arrow punctures flesh

Thoughts rush like blood from torn skin

The battle has begun

A cruel weakness renders me unable to fight

And the wound begins to hurt

I cry.

I cry in vain

I reach for my armour and clothe myself in recovery

I close my eyes and calmly surrender to the chaos all around

I’ve been at battle before

And I have been the victor

I lie in the midst of the angst

I will not be taken as a casualty

And then serenity

A renewed energy washes over me, like a lifeless body rising from the dust

Wounds heal as quickly as they tore

And although I’ll wear my battle scars for ever more

The White flag is waved

Peace is restored

Butterfly

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Just as the butterfly emerges from a cocoon

So I emerge from recovery

My wings now bright and beautiful

My body now set free

And just as the butterfly dances in the sun kissed sky

I too find joy in expressing my unique creativity

And just as the butterfly finds peace amongst the flowers

I too find serenity in delicate friendships

And just as the butterfly shows magnificence in her transformation

I too feel better when I embrace the changes on life’s journey

And just as the butterfly inspires with her tiny but majestic being

I too discover a gift of gentle inspiration

And I use it to write this poem

Allotments

ALLOTMENTS

I don’t have the country

Nor cousins to visit and drink lemonade

no landscape to yearn for when stuck

in a red brick wilderness

but I have a key to another heaven

another kingdom without

government taxes and power

who’s patron saint is Percy Thrower

where I can disappear like a rabbit down a hole and

appear in

the allotment

my fields my trees my bush my jungle my shanty town

my rough paths of upturned wheelbarrows

entrenched forks abandoned spades

casual work lazy days smokey roll up afternoons

where a few chickens share the sunlight

sloping sheds that dance in all weathers

swaying plastic barrels will always have a drink

heart is where the allotment is

mine ‘s as big as a cabbage when there

the neat surrounding gardens

that border my kingdom tut tut in scorn

‘those dreadful shed people’

but these tidy neighbors

lack a certain unruly charm

a unique voice a grounded air an allotment

away from congestion and concern

ant like toil and consumer care

no dull anthem here but bird song

a joy for the eyes and a lift for the spirit

I don’t have a country but an eccentric

sanctuary an allotment

an escape hatch from the town roar

you only hear when the city score

where everything quietly grows

in rows to ripen when nobody knows

to find my country look in the town

but it’s a secret kingdom an allotment

if you go through it’s gate

shut it !

Dragonfly

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DRAGONFLY

 

Come shaking into water, I

Swam foolishly

In small hope of

Summer’s final sunlight

To gild me,

Forests to frame me, and

The river

To wash it all away.

–       Snow on the mountains.

 

Close to the bank, there were

Branches to cling to,

In shallow lappings,

–       For fear of the depths;

Lifelines beside eternal current –

Ramparts, at river’s edge, of

Autumn’s tangled cities –

Guarding mud and lost feathers;

Crusted cowpats barbed with dead thistles;

Desiccated grasses; dust-brittle leaves.

–       Submerged, leviathan trees; rocks’ threat.

 

Bullet eyes skim the flow;

Circle brambles’ proud hoven;

Land inch-perfect.

 

This is your kingdom.

Crowned now with

Fleeing azure;

Twice-given sapphire;

–       Dead black.

 

The splendours of

Your holy wings

Honour your waterside lands –

Home of the burrowing righteous – with

A hope of beauty and life;

Light and sky

For all the tiny cousins

Of Ezra’s ant.

 

For me,

–       Suppliant, sinner, refugee

Broken

By a world

Too big and smashed and angry;

–       Exiled to flounder beside whirlpools,

For me,

Your sentinel beauty:

Salvation above thorns and eddies,

Absolution in a wing beat.

Just Do It

Watching birds makes me happy.
I know they don’t care.
They just eat all the seed
Then they take to the air.
But they do me no harm
And I know if I could
Fly away
Just like them
Then I would………..
Well I might…………
Probably wouldn’t really…………
Oh just shut up and feed the birds.

Unique

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I used to think I was different

Now I see I am unique

I have a special place

In the vibrant world we live

I watch the world go by

Each and every morning

All the different people

With their different stories

A unique mind

A unique story

One which I’ll hold

One which I’ve told

One which is mine

And mine alone

I know I’m strong

I’ll keep fighting on

I used to think I was different

Anxiety gripped my mind

Frightened to be myself

I let life pass me by

But now I’ve found some happiness

I thought this could never be

Time heals us somehow

We find a way to break free

A unique mind

A unique story

One which I’ll hold

One which I’ve told

One which is mine

And mine alone

I know I’m strong

I’ll keep fighting on ‘cause we all need understanding

We need the space just to ‘be’

To be heard and tell our story

How we managed to break free

To accept ourselves for who we are

The strength in what we’ve survived

Inspiring others to do the same to hold our heads up high

Outside I Am Free

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Summer drifts by slowly

The sun is yellow and bright Warm weather most days

And the beautiful sky at night Summer turns into Autumn

The leaves turn orange and brown

Crunching the leaves with my boots

On the way to town

Outside I am free

With nature I’m at peace

On my windowsill I plant some tiny seeds of

Rosemary, basil and Thyme Watch them grow over weeks

I watch the clouds floating past

From my windowsill I look over the buildings

See the birds flying low

Outside I am free

With nature I’m at peace

Winter creeps and it’s freezing

The air is damp and cold

I think of all the good times waiting

I let the New Year unfold I wrap up warm in my coat

Go outside today I breathe out frosty air

I know that spring is not far away

Outside I am free With nature I’m at peace