Precious Rose

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You looked stunning as you danced to the music without a care,

 

In skinny jeans, a Rolling Stones T shirt, and a pretty rose. in your long blonde hair,

 

Your loveliness struck me like lightening,

 

Your chemistry was hypnotising,

 

I watched you laughing as you danced,

 

I couldn’t take my eyes off you, I was so entranced.

 

Captivated by every step you made,

 

I moved closer and closer as the music played.

 

We danced and you let me hold your body tight,

 

Nothing else mattered, I knew it was love at first sight.

 

I took the rose from your hair, Put it between my teeth,

 

Tickled your nose with its soft white petals and its tiny green leaves.

 

Your eyes gazed into mine

 

Wow You looked God damn fine.

 

The music slowed our bodies began to sway,

 

I looked above and said Thank You Lord, then I began to pray.

 

You put your number in my phone,

 

You Said call me, when you get home.

 

You read my silly love texts, I kept sending,

 

The rest is history, like a fairy-tale ending.

 

We got the keys to our new place, even took out a loan,

 

I Carried you over the thresh hold, worked our butts off, to keep a good home.

 

I tell you every day, you mean more than anything on this earth and more,

 

its only you girl that I’d die for, it’s you I adore.

 

I’ll say I’ll love you even if your eyes start to wrinkle and your hair turns silvery grey,

 

I’ll love you the best way I can and I’ll try to Keep it that way.

 

I’ll rub your legs if they begin to ache with pain

 

I’ll do anything for you, even dance naked in the rain.

 

And I’d give anything to be with you forever,

 

Because it’s about the love you give when we’re together.

 

And One day I’ll pray I’ll marry you and if you finally say I do,

 

I’ll give you my life forever more because I’m truly in love with you.

 

If we’re lucky to hear the patter of tiny feet

 

I’ll make sure I’ll work hard to make ends meet.

 

I’ll tell you every day, I’ll love you until the world stops turning.

 

I’ll treat you with respect and I’ll never stop learning,

 

How to love you.

 

My Precious Rose.

Where you live

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Sacred rock of stolen starlight,

Echoes of flames from distant giants,

Behind the curtain,

This is where you live.

 

Miles of air lick cheeks cold

Flames stir up as breath is born

Frozen oceans greet your lips and softly, not quite silently, they melt into a final kiss.

This is where you live.

I feel better when I feel like me

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I feel better when I feel like me, when I feel completely free.

When my movements flow, in that moment I know, that I’m free.

Free to be me.

I feel better when the music plays, it helps me move, it makes me sway.

I feel better when the rhythms surround, as my body is enveloped in sound.

For that brief moment in time, my body again becomes mine.

I feel better when I’m with good friends, funny and caring amazing friends.

Tea, cake and dog walks too, it’s incredible what laughter can do.

Chat and chocolate can make things right, I enjoy the moment and brief respite.

I feel better when hitting that ball, that tantalising, yellow tennis ball.

I move with ease across the court, impossible you may have thought.

As I strike the ball, and run to the net, I feel exhilarated and briefly forget.

I feel better when I remember what I’ve achieved, more than I could have ever believed.

I’m so much more than this new facet of me, this thing which they simply call PD.

Helping Myself

I feel better when I am singing,
Letting out all the trapped emotion;
Words come easier in song.
A release for one who is locked in,
Who cannot express easily.

I feel better when I am hopeful,
When I’ve found my fighting spirit.
Taking action to help myself,
Trying as best to set myself free,
From the tortures within my head.

I feel better when I’m ‘held’ with words.
In a safe place, my second home.
Kindness and guidance to nurture and challenge;
Getting in touch with the real me,
And seeing myself reflected in her.

It’s OK To Be Me

I feel better when I like me
I will not be stigmatised or tainted
I am tough, resilient and strong
I deserve to be happy and supported
I will not be stigmatised or tainted

I feel better when I take control
My destiny is not predetermined
I work hard and forgive myself
Life can be managed and mastered
My destiny is not predetermined

I feel better when I realise I’m not a bad person
Life is worth living
I share my thoughts and people listen
There is no judgement or condemnation
Life is worth living

I feel better when I’m not alone
I am loved and worthy
My children chatter, my husband laughs
There is comfort and understanding
I am loved and worthy

I feel better when I like me
I will not be stigmatised or tainted
My destiny is not predetermined
Life is worth living
I am loved and worthy

I realise I love me

I Feel Better When..

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I feel better when… I am in open countryside

The earth steadies my feet and is my foundation

The trees create a loving embrace around me

The sky opens my eyes to the ‘infinite possibilities born of faith’

And the air invites me to breathe in life and breathe out any darkness within

When I walk within nature’s kingdom

I feel her gently calling me to let go of all my cares and worries;

like a good friend, she listens to the troubles of my heart

Soothes my soul..

and in returning from the walk..

I am refreshed, re-energised

More balanced and centred

Alive, and glad of it.

The Journey

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Where have I been these years just past?

Where has my soul resided?

In nowhere land,

on nowhere shore

In nightmare days collided

The birds no longer seemed to sing,

The living earth suspended.

I’ve journeyed through quicksand and fog, with trusting arms extended.

Can it be true,

do eyes deceive,

Is there light amid the darkness?

Coming closer day by day

Showing signs of progress.

And birdsong,

music to my ears as life springs forth from dull brown earth,

exploding into rich full bloom.. does quieten slowly all my fears.

And Then The Sun

And Then The Sun

I watch and I wait
Contemplate,Twisted thoughts
irritate.

But it will pass,
It will pass.

Passing night,
Long long hours,
Midnight fright,
Forbidding towers.

But it will pass,
It will pass.

Pace the floor can’t relax,
Music on to drown the noise of
Twisted facts.

And it will pass,
It will pass.

And then the sun,
And then the sun.

And then the sun comes crashing
Through the shuttered glass,
Illuminates my morning mind,
Extinguishes my mourning mind.

And the sun casts away the long dark shadows,
The sky,
eternal possibility and
flowering meadows.

And we can be all we desire.

A Pantoum – Satisfaction

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Sunshine on my skin, nourished and warm

Feeling the grass tickle my toes

And the low hum of summer in the background

Body and mind rested, the moment enough

Feeling the grass tickle my toes

A smile creeping across my face

Body and mind rested, the moment enough

Just being here

A smile creeping across my face I get up and dance

Just being here

The excitement of life fizzing through I get up and dance

And the low hum of summer in the background

The excitement of life fizzing through

Sunshine on my skin, nourished and warm

I Feel Better When

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I see your smile and it lifts my heart to a place I had forgotten.

That carries me through. It is enough

To know that your smile is still inside you.

It may be dormant, Possibly drowning, But still a part of you that I thought had been lost.

I see your spark and it connects with me deep inside.

When I feel your love

And you accept mine

Then anything is possible.

So don’t give up, Never give in.

We will do this together because you are my child and I will always love you.

I feel better when I’m with you.

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I feel better when I’m with you.

You’re sort of mean when you’re tired

And the later it gets, the more annoying I get.

If you could, you’d play video games all day

And I’d watch the same news on repeat.

You like the music stuff with real instruments

And I’m partial to the stuff I made up dance routines to the other year.

But still, I feel better when I’m with you.

Your long legs twisted with my short ones

Under a mountain of blankets, in our bed.

You letting me recite Clueless along with the TV,

Before I submit to films that you’d kill me for naming.

Hours lapping up obscure Eastern European pop from my childhood,

Followed by more of me devouring country music you discovered.

Because I feel better when I’m with you.

Our issues make us broken, individually

But whole, together.

All I know is, we don’t save each other,

But we make it easier to save ourselves.

I feel better when I’m with you.

CRY

I feel better when I cry
Why?
Is it a pleasure to mewl?
Tears of joy or tears of pain
The cause different, effect the same
To sob, blubber, bawl and wail
Release the tension, let it out
Shed some tears, whimper and weep
The issue remains
But now I can sleep

The Breeze

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The breeze Good health, surrounding and comforting. Nurturing and encompassing, like the summer breeze blowing through the meadow grass. Hang on to the breeze, keep it in the meadow. Respect it and cherish it, Refuse to let it go. Keep the fresh breeze blowing, refreshing your health. let it go, only when it’s time. If you let your health go it will run off into the city. Into the fumes, into the congestion. Choking, suffocating blowing through the gutters. Blowing less and blowing weaker All blown out. Take control of your health, Keep it blowing in the meadow.

I feel better when I write poems

I open new doors

when I write new poems,

through new words

find new worlds,

take off the sack of burden.

New verse, like a universe,

a new lyric eases the mind.

When I read it out

I feel lightened,

no reason, no rhyme.

No big word blues

or how to spell them.

Pen fills paper with feeling

Injustice turns to justice,

rejection to acceptance.

My heart becomes the court

and I decide the sentence.

The power of words

sharper than swords

My misery grinded

on the blade of a poem.