Out of the Blue

Out of the Blue

I lay back on the grass
Ponder the past
Tortuous pain
Won’t let the blue mood last

Because from out of the blue
An incredible view
Where the clouds become cliffs
The sky an ocean of blue

And I dream

I dream of holidays
Warm soothing seas
My imaginary place
To escape reality

Colour the mood to a different hue
Cast off the pain
Dive out into the blue
Savour the moment and live again

Come on out of the blue to
An incredible view
Where the clouds become cliffs
The sky an ocean of blue


I feel better when……..
I close my eyes and listen
Absorb each sound I hear
The serenity of nature
My mind begins to clear

The distant hum absorbs me
Entwines me in its peace
The present feels a better place
I feel a slow release

Each creak, each tick, each rustle
Is a magnet to my mind
I listen with a purpose
Distractions left behind

I hear my breath and heart beat
The rhythm of my soul
My body is my temple
And my mind regains control


Mindfulness by Helen Washington

Congratulations Helen!

Mindfulness was chosen for the composition part of the College Music Project
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I feel better when I see the sun shine in the morning
Cat purring in my ear; dog yawning lazily from a night curled up on the floor
Birds singing loudly perched within the trees
And the traffic outside is quiet as the day for me begins

I smile when the flowers are blooming bright and bold and proud
Dewdrops glistening balancing on leaves
Spiders spinning webs galore, rainbows high above the sky
Butterflies flying, bees buzzing and birds dancing along washing lines

My dog running across the fields on a sunny day makes me smile
Tongue wagging out the side, eyes so wide
Looks like she is laughing as she runs head held high
Leaping across the swaying bushes, tail towards the sky

My granddaughter balancing on her toes trying to reach me
The grin on her face as she greets me
Clapping her hands, singing and dancing
Laughing and giggling, that always makes me smile

So when my heart is heavy and I start to feel down
I think of these things to turn it around
I close my eyes and visualise and
then I feel much better; then my heart begins to smile.

Feel Better

Would you like to touch this magic tree?
It’ll make you feel better.
It’ll take all your worries away,
They’ll never be another grey,
Day full of foreboding, cloudy thoughts,
Fraught, frazzled, scattered brain,
It’ll take away all the pain,
You’ve ever felt,
Stroke it’s leaves and you will melt,
Into a pool of pure, peaceful, radiant bliss,
You’ll forget that haunting last kiss,
That long lost lover you miss.
No more having to put up with all this,
Stress, mess, money less, something to confess,
Tired, lonely, moany, if only, and yes one day,
One day, I’ll be ok.
This tree can take all that away.
But my friend it comes at a cost,
For something you gain, there’s something you’ve lost.
You’ll lose all the backbone that made you strong,
Each vertebrae of lessons learnt, mistakes made and epic failure.
You’ll lose all your memories, the good and the bad.
For your worst moments, sometimes you’re glad.
The cringe, the cry, the heartbreak and the grief,
All make up the pattern of your strongest belief.
That things will get better, that there’s more life to be had.
And that, my friend, can never be bad.
So take this tree, and water its roots.
For beneath the surface is really the fruit,
Your morals, your passion, your life’s ambition,
Water the roots, and your dreams will come to fruition.

Immortal Madness

The pathos of these dolce, ethereal flute notes – enchant me, as too the artistry in my paintings, unattainable prior to the onset of my Furies; Pure, absorbed, all concaving concentration consumes Even amalgamates within my veins… Symbiotically returning me into that all solutionary, Angelic elusive Heaven. Yet the alien extrinsic pressures and irritants of the Underworld, penetrate by means of ambush into my sweet celestial happiness: How do you feel about a Section, Sylvia? The familiar Wards, Sections, Sagas and tablet-time Is my hair manifesting into Medusa’s serpents? Who’s Hades, if I am Persephone? Hypnotism. I revolt, I crumble, I die – Fie! And I hate you with all my anger! That September, I had gorged all the wild berries, Mushrooms and succulent chartreuse leaves. I left my fighting spirit in the Asylum Many years ago, as a child did in another time.


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The tree locked in by

Thick encrusted cylindriform bark

Shutting it out from sky, sun shine, moon light.

Rough winds shudder thud and slam against its

Massive woody hulk.

Within tight cytoplasmic cells, membranes surround

Living organisms.

Tissues and DNA

Cramped and clustered with bacterial entities

Huddle and battle for survival.

A smell of urine and bodily materials at its base

Where casual drunks, the homeless and love-struck passers by

Have carelessly left their forensic identities

Slopped out in the ancient cracks and crevices of its skeletal root system

Protruding from the ground in grotesque architectural gestures

Distorted and constrained.

Adults and children play in the dark inner cavity

Spying at the outside world through gaps in

Nature’s perpetual

Entertainment model.

Sunday walkers, youthful gangs and family groups

Shuffle round at certain times and on specific days staring, mumbling,

Blowing smoke from secret cigarettes and joints, hiding,

Contemplate and argue on

the justice and

Injustice of their human state, how they got here and what will happen

When they are finally released.

Watching and Waiting

Watching her sleeping,
her little chest rising and falling,
eyelids fluttering,
lips softly parted.

Her hands are delicately cupped,
comfortably beneath her chin,
her knees slightly bent.
I’m wondering what she’s dreaming.

Hoping she’s playing with the fairies,
in a meadow full of flowers.
That the sun is shining
and the birds are singing.

She wriggles her toes
as the alarm clock goes.
I feel better when she opens her eyes,
for I’ve missed her as she’s slept.

“Hello Mummy,
I’ve been dreaming about fairies”
she murmurs,
as she stretches, and yawns.


Love Puppets

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Another day another enchantment, as my naive heart seeks it’s nourishment, and I hope for things that are seldom seen.

With you, is there hope of an unfulfilled dream?

Or will confidence shake?

And reality awake to the sight and the sound of a world run aground?

Will loneliness be my only caress – or fate surely thrust the two of us into life with each other?

where we could discover that two against the world can win.

Then this fragile heart can really start giving.

” I feel better.”

Well, I must be feeling better
for I feel better when
I awaken in the morning
and can face the world again

Well, I must be feeling better
for I feel better when-I know
I no longer have to dwell
In that dark place that I go

Well, I am feeling better
for I felt better when
I’d bathed and dressed and met the day
and became myself again

Well, I do feel better
better than I ever felt before
my demons are just memories
I will visit them no more.

Beyond The Pane

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The view has become full of promise

As nesting birds in pairs

Signify a change of luck

And flowers, as if in a relay race

Pass the batten from one species to another;

Krokus’ and Snowdrops to Daffodils

Daffodils to Bluebells and Tulips

Earthworms and roots below are furiously burrowing

Whilst the surface appears a place of serene beauty

As with Swans and Ducks upon a lake

But this germination is not unlike imagination

Where seeds, like ideas grow

Challenging the ‘Old Season’ – which has had its day

Just as the blossom on the trees give way to fruit

And berries of the black, the green and red

Which become a store of energy In the struggle for longer days

As we strive to keep darkness at bay

There will be time enough for darkness In the winter of our lives

Garden Haiku

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GARDEN HAIKU SERIES – TU BISHEVAT: ecological awareness and spring tree planting dedication festival

Children sleep and play.
Bird song, wood smoke, candle light
Mingle. Sirens scream.

Solstice. Summer and
Midwinter gardens. Singing.
Sacred senses wake.

Flames lick detritus.
Spirits howl. Walk the fire path
Chanting regrets.

Garden ghost dreamers.
Distance recycles the past.
Smoke curls in the wind.

Fiery moods caress
Labyrinthine memories.
Leaves flare in the fire.

Smoke curls in the wind.
Leaves flare in the fire. Dreaming.
Sacred senses wake.

I feel better when I’m with you

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The birds sang as the wind blew gently in the warm summer breeze,

shadowed in abundance of greenery, towered by whispering trees.

We walked together through the wild meadow, filled with blades of green,

I say you’re a true beauty of mother nature, the sweetest thing I’d ever seen.

I kissed your lips, then you placed your head on my shoulder,

I say Wherever life takes us, I’ll be there for you, even when the world gets older.

We make a pact between the deep blue sky and the beautiful terrain,

I say You are my world, you make my heart race, so crazy, so crazy insane.

That’s why I feel better when I am with you,

That’s why I feel better when I am with you.

The sun began to set into a golden glow,

I say girl, you’ve captured my heart, captured my soul.

We know this space is our special place,

I tell You baby, you have such a beautiful face.

We embrace the scenery, it brings real peace and joy,

I say you are my girl and I am your boy.

We make a pact between the deep blue sky and the beautiful terrain,

I say You are my world, you make my heart race, so crazy, so crazy insane.

That’s why I feel better when I am with you,

That’s why I feel better when I am with you.

Your eyes are as deep as the bluest ocean, With a smile that’s brighter than the sun,

Our time together, has only just begun.

We make a pact between the deep blue sky and the beautiful terrain,

I say You are my world, you make my heart race, so crazy, so crazy insane.

That’s why I feel better when I am with you,

That’s why I feel better when I am with you.

Our footsteps reach the sand,

Still Together hand in hand.

That’s why I feel better with you,

That’s why I feel better with you.


Take the ‘m’ off mother
let it fall to the ground
shriveled shrunken
two hillocks
guard the fortress of other
yours and mine

replace the ‘m’ in mother with a ‘b’
Too much trouble?
wipe it off your palms
pale and powdered
like chalk dropped in the nursery
Where other belongs

For My Sister

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When the dark curtains that envelop our household are strung back by your cheeks.

Your smile the only illumination of my day.

Imperfect teeth cutting through jagged words and flailing fists.

The laugh, by no means angelic, not the laugh penned by romance authors,

a laugh of raw, unfiltered happiness, alone in a void of misery.

A reminder of hope in a seemingly hopeless world.

A smile of childish naivety, striking through the reaching fingers of approaching adulthood.

No longer wholly innocent.

A smile that contradicts many of the daily emotions you fight.

Yet is the singular thing that carries you through.

Reminding you of moments worth living for.

Reminding me that you, our memories together, good and bad.

The smiles and laughs that we shared through childhood, will always be worth holding out for.