Freedom is ours – BOOK SELECTION by Gemma Rose

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With good mental health, agility and stealth
I feel the richest of the rich with emotional wealth.
The daily white noise turns to ambient symphonies,
Of delicate notes that harmoniously appease.
No longer required is careful selection of when to look at my reflection,
I’m content with myself and dispel ‘perfection’.
The darkness is lit, set ablaze and with it burns the sense of malaise,
The world has opened as illness leaves its last kiss,
Life now extending a hand, never again a fist.
Freedom is ours.

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Lift Your Voice – SINGLE B SIDE POEM – RUBIE COLT by David Holloway

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  Lift your voice
            and sing out loud
                  as you perform on
                           the stage of life
            for you’ll get through the rain
                   just hold that note
                            and don’t be afraid
                                   for you’re a rock star
                                       the world is waiting
                                                for you
  with good
       mental health you can sing
                  you’re in harmony with
                                your friends they’ll see
                                       the change in you
                                           human nature is a
                                     chorus of love
                          it awaits you
        with a new song you
                  are awakened
                          the crowd
                               they clap their hands
                                    your dulcet tones
                                           restore your inner light
                                                 yesterday you were at the bottom
                                        of the charts but now you’re
                                                      flying high
                     you’ve done it your way
                             and you’re the one and only
                     with fresh lyrics
                              inside your head you’re
                                         feeling back on track
                                                 and all you have to do
                                                              is sing.
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The Wren – BOOK SELECTION by Ian Curtress

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The morning started much the same, it seemed that nothing really changed
…..and then I saw the tiny Wren.
I hadn’t seen a Wren before. I knew they were the smallest bird?  Had I read it or perhaps just heard.
It hopped between some rocks with skill so great…I found I was compelled to wait until it safely reappeared…..slightly ruffled but not dogeared.
My problems faded….my thoughts refreshed…..became enthralled….who would have guessed that tiny feathered work of art would find a place inside my heart.
It seemed as if a veil were lifted….had I been shown that I was gifted …..to see the World in all its glory and be part of this wondrous story.
The Wren had flown…to brighten up another home? unaware of the joy it brought….
and then I had another thought ……tomorrow a Sparrow or a Starling or my tiny feathered darling.
If they are busy I’ll understand….I have the trees, the flowers and……
the Sun, the sky not always blue but clouds can also change in hue.
Then there is the welcome rain to gently feed the Earth again.
My heart now lifts as each day dawns and sleepily between my yawns…..
I pick up paper and my pen….
                                        to write a thank you…
                                                                    My little Wren.
Ian Curtress

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This World – SINGLE LYRICS – REFUGE by Stephanie Rose

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This world that we share

Is full of wondrous things

And each day is gift

Enjoy the chances it brings.

Dwelling on the bad

Is an unhealthy way to go

As we might miss the good

So many joys we won’t know.

Appreciate the scent

Of a dew covered flower

Or share your friendship

In someone’s most needing hour;

Listen to the music

Of an exultant bird

Or get lost in the wonder

Of the written word.

Learn to enjoy the simple things

For they are all around

And when we can see the positive

Happiness will always be found.

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more so much more by Christine Hart-burke

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With good mental health .. I have

more  so much more… I can

dream the dream and sing a lullaby

 there is more so much more

…I feel good because I am strong

I am able to stand on level ground …..  I’m feeling solid….  feeling sound

With good mental health…… I  have

more  yes so much more –

…A

 song to sing  a message  to bring  

 So  I  dream the dream and sing a lullabye

for good mental health is what I have and there’s more so much more

 

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Being Me by Chris Brown

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With good mental health I can be myself and not pretend

And ask for help from stranger and friend,

I can win or lose and both are fine

I can be early or late and lose track of time.

I can get things right or get them wrong

I can be out of tune when I sing my song.

I can make mistakes and choose the wrong path

And not get upset when others laugh.

I can have good days and bad ones too

And know that tomorrow I’ll start anew

I can be active or have a Duvet Day

I can work, or rest, or  go out to play

I can do exactly as I please

And not be offended by a little tease.

I can sometimes be stroppy and not always kind

But not worry that again I am losing my mind.

I can tell it how it is and  take people to task

And not hide behind my “Best Behaviour” mask.

With good mental health I can be free

With good mental health I can just be ME!

A home in my head – BOOK SELECTION by Karen Mason

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A home in my head

where I am myself

and warmly welcomed.

 

Creative thoughts play

in lamp light puddles

and settle serene.

 

I gaze from the calm,

through clear glass,

to bright prospects

and circle friendship’s glow

in supportive caravan.

 

Jokes flicker forth

and laughter twinkles back.

 

I’m relaxed.

I’m alive.

Nourished and cherished

by my home in my head.

 

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Can you tell me what you have? by Liam Fitzgibbon

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With good mental health I have…

A life always wanted, by and, for me.

A world that is, as it will always be.

A world that with my friends, I can go see.

 

With good mental health I have…

My friends, to look out for, and help, me.

A shoulder to cry on if need be.

A place to call, not a house, but homey.

 

With good mental health I have…

A place where I become completely free.

Of all my worries and all responsibility.

A place where I can always find my family.

 

With good mental health I have…

A mother who will always love me.

And a brother, plus cousins I see rarely.

And people scattered all across our tree.

 

With good mental health I have…

Time for pleasures to fill me with glee.

Like gardening, reading and playing footy.

Then I go back to work to be paid my money.

 

With good mental health I have…

Lots of clothes that keep me toasty.

A really neat car, that’s perfect for me.

And three meals a day, so I stay healthy.

 

With good mental health I have…

A while yet to live, a lot more to see.

A body in balance, one that’s healthy.

Children, if I’m ill, who bring me my tea.

 

With good mental health I have…

A wife who I love, and she will love me.

A daughter who’d be called Harmony.

And a son, to keep alive me legacy.

 

With good mental health I have…

A chance to be great, to help others see,

What we can achieve if we be a unity.

To be the good, decent person I was meant to be.

Recovery – BOOK SELECTION by Lesley Burt

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Recovery

 

Midsummer sky,

peach, grey, peacock blue,

the moon’s thin crescent

brighter every second

evening darkens

makes life good

after all.

 

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Back From The Brink by Emma Waterfall

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For ages I was lost, lower and lower I’d sink

But now I am back, back from the brink

I’d lost everything I had, including my mind

But now I’m back with a bang, with all the strength I can find

The trick is to look at everything you see

And think to yourself “What’s the best for me?”

That bleak picture surrounded by a window frame

Is now my vibrant life … just with a different name

The bed which was my everything, my raft in a storm

Is now a tranquil haven, blissful and warm

Sadness, anxiety, sickness, doctors’ potions

Are replaced with contentment, peace and positive emotions

Demons in the stomach, filled with dread and doom

Are now butterfies of anticipation, free and loving the room

The people you think are so perfect and condone

Are all souls in this world with struggles of their own

For ages YOU were lost, lower and lower YOU would sink

But now have the strength to come back from the brink

I Have by Ryan Sheasby

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With good mental health,

I have.

 

I have confidence

to speak.

I have friends

to confide.

I have balance

each week.

I have control;

No need to hide.

 

I have peace

in life.

I have joy

to live.

I have lease

to be me.

I have love

willing to thrive.

 

I have creativity

to express.

I have passion

in excess.

I have positivity

to share.

I have strength

for those in need.

 

With good mental health:

I have.

New day by Ian Curtress

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The mornings are dark this time of year 

but those friendly sounds each day I hear

kettle boiling, tea soon made

toast has popped up, where’s marmalade

Kitchen warmth around my back

now retired, no lunch to pack

a word out of fashion but which says it all 

is Nice, yes Nice, it’s ten feet tall

So once again I’ll gently yawn

and thank the Lord that I was born.

MY MOTHER by Debra Hudson

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MY MOTHER

My Mother taught me to be independent and helped me ot become the person I am

 

My Mother’s name was Peggy,

 

she was born on June the 7th.

 

Her parent’s names were Tom and Anne,

 

she was a gift from heaven.

 

 

 

My Mother had a brother,

 

but they did not get on well.

 

He thought she was embarrassing,

 

I was not there, it’s hard to tell.

 

 

 

My Mother went to Ballet,

 

when she was a little girl.

 

She loved it all so very much,

 

she became a real show girl.

 

 

 

My Mother joined a drama group,

 

she played a lot of parts.

 

As she gradually got older,

 

it became a very fine art.

 

 

 

My Mother went to college,

 

and became a very good teacher.

 

She married Dad, a really good match

 

he turned out to be a teacher.

 

 

 

My Mother had 3 children,

 

who were all born 3 weeks late,

 

Lucy didn’t want to come out,

 

But she was worth the wait.

 

 

 

My Mother was always there for us,

 

She loved us no matter what,

 

He love was unconditional,

 

She gave it all she’d got.

 

 

 

My Mother was my great support

 

as I had special needs,

 

For 39 years she fought for me,

 

And did many, many good deeds.

 

 

 

My Mother became a Grandmother,

 

To three boys and a girl.

 

She did not want to be called Gran,

 

they called her Peg, the pearl.

 

 

 

My Mother died years later in May,

 

At the age of 67,

 

She’d had a good life, we all would say.

 

                       And now she’s gone to heaven

 

Joy and Hope by Georgina Wakefield

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Joy is a touch to a lonely hand

More meaningful if it isn’t planned

Joy is the wetness of a puppy’s nose

The dew on the petal of a fragrant rose

It’s the sound of a lazy meandering stream

It’s the waking from a magical dream

It’s the sun breaking through on a bright spring day

Keeping negative vibes at bay

It’s the hope in a prayer on a dark stormy night

Restoring our strength in life’s long fight

It’s the understanding when problems are tough

The calm that follows when seas are rough

It’s love and support for a loved one whose ill

More healing than any potion or pill

A voice bringing comfort on the end of the phone

Assuring you that you’re never alone

Joy is the smell of new mown grass

Following a winter that’s over at last

There’s joy in the feel of fresh fallen snow

In children’s faces alive and a glow

There’s joy in the trust of a lifelong friend

In the knowledge that the closeness will never end

Joy is 2 lovers holding hands

Embracing the future and making plans

There’s joy in finding new ways to cope

And being safe in the knowledge

There is always HOPE

New Choices by Georgina Wakefield

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Personalisation means choice and control

Renewed motivation to reach my goal

Individual budgets the vital key

Now I’m empowered happy and free

Direct payments have helped me

With the life that I live

Now I feel I have far more to give

A reason to get out of bed each day

Our needs all differ but that’s ok

New choices flexibility

Places to go and people to see

A PA whose a friend to share my days

Providing help and support in so many ways

I look to the future with new found hope

A new quality of life has helped me to cope

There’s no more need to keep raising our voices

The future is bright we’ve been given NEW CHOICES

See the flowers beneath your feet – BOOK SELECTION by MishMash2

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Cut out the sickness

Take out the pain

Make positive the memories

Don’t let it happen again

 

Bask in the day

Move forward in the sunlight

Raise your head above the clouds

Taste the raindrops, don’t cry

 

Reach forward and dream

Hold on

Recognise

See the love

Be thankful

 

See what’s beneath you

Touch what goes past you

Feel at home

Long for what’s your own

 

Feel hope

Make dreams and plans

Wishes and make believes to escape

Not looking for answers there already here

Holiday in happiness, don’t run away in fear

 

You understand already

Peal away the skin

Scrub away the dirt

Accept and feel real

 

Agree to try again

Stand still, accept

Stop running, breathe

Make do and mend

 

 

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Proud To Be Me – BOOK SELECTION by Denise Claxton

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Sat amongst the pigeons

In old Londons Trafalgar Square

I’m the 1 in 4 in the crowd

With the breeze in my hair

 

Old Lord Nelson watches over me

Stands tall and proud

He looks down on me

As I stand out in a crowd

But I’m proud to be me

 

I’m forever chasing pavements

It keeps the voices from my head

Wandering through the streets of London

Beats being at home stuck in bed

And I’m proud to be me

 

I mustn’t grumble

I mustn’t moan

I’m a free spirit

As I walk alone

I’ve beaten the demons

Accepted who I am

I’m standing tall and proud

I’m proud to be me

 

And when Old Lord Nelson looks down on me

I raise my hat and smile

With a clear mind

I’ll walk that extra mile

As I’m proud to be me

 

 

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survivor by Crabapple

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My flesh is grass,

Trapped by dismissal,

Held under force by the blocks of convention.

But my roots are deep-set

In artisitic subversion

And I will thrust through

With the songs of dissension.

My spears will disrupt

The simple, the brutal

For I hold the seeds of

The complex, the fruitful.

Positive After Mental Illness by Denise Claxton

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Wide awake and positive
Bring on my day
I don’t need sunshine
To keep the storm at bay

The worlds my oyster
I’ve got a new day to breathe
I’ll embrace lifes riches
In me I’ll believe

I’ll greet each and every day
Thinking I too have survived
Reflect of the miracle that I am
Thinking it’s good to be alive

‘Alive’ by Daniel Hunter

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‘Alive’

by Daniel Hunter

 

With good mental health I have got up at a reasonable hour.

left my bedroom. talked to my family faced the world With good mental health I have got on a bus gone to the shops gone swimming and to the cinema

With good mental health I have Stood on my two feet Lived in my own place.

Made nice friends. Made the right choices.

With good mental health I have completed diplomas joined groups and clubs worked in a charity shop secured paid work

With good mental health I have looked out for others the dad that did so much for me the friend that supported me and found a fragile peace

With good mental health I have quietened the voices in my head soothed the paranoia eased the anxiety stilled a restless mind. With good mental health I have accepted my limitations overcome expectations found my path And myself With good mental health I have woken from my death sleep. And finally come ALIVE.

anti-mask by Rodney Yates

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…prayed for the spirit to make amends…

then in the silences,we spoke

of you, the loved and lovely ones

who’d known the heights

through depths unsounded

and knowing strength,

in weakness foundered;

who knew yourselves

through a world unbounded.

You knew of life in deathly tones:

-how in resilience, you broke

the anti-mask that never ends…

stasis by Rodney Yates

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calm

no word

together

in no place

filling in a space

that time would jump

no word about the world

that talks about the weather

in the cafe by the rubbish dump

a serentan refuge where we’re curled

breathes softly in the ripples of the sea

I am sure you’d start to think this is absurd

and I am quite convinced we never did do any harm

but then you’d say that this doesn’t have to come from me

Awakening by Jenny Meehan

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Awakening I can carry a thought through thick and thin.

Stop by choice, not only when falling.

Hear my heart beat to see new beauty.

Speak out, that I may be more than dusty darkness or a gap between others.

Now I hold my inner light; Lift it high and bring myself outward.

I carry treasure revealed in unexpected places.

Glitters and gold? Yes, I have plenty; Both the stars, (which always hung in the night sky) and the sun, (which persisted in rising, though I would rather sleep).

Yes, I have reason to move forward. I have life within and life around I have colour, texture, and the ground is not so steep now.

Well Spring by Jenny Meehan

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Well Spring Source of my life, spring upward! Refresh my soul, bring colour! Deep, deep, is the quarry of my life, Harsh are the hard rocks;

 

They face my every move. But fear breaks in the face of love and waters bring joy…

 

Bring forward hope, hope for my living. Beyond the breakage I see light.

Daylight after rain – BOOK SELECTION by John Campbell

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I’m splashing in the puddles the air is so clean – is the air always this clean? the other people don’t seem so excited but this is my first day ever of splashing in the puddles, in the daylight after rain.

 

 

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  1. I Feel Life – Ella Zellaby – Rochester Kent
  2. This World – Stephanie Rose – Bo’ness Scotland
  3. Lift Your Voice – David Holloway – Bedford
  4. Mirror – Saiqa Parveen – Halifax
  5. With Good Mental Health – Anne Broadbent – West Yorkshire
  6. Meandering – Peter McGrath – Essex
  7. Senses – Jade Tullet – Berkshire
  8. The Wren – Ian Curtress – Cheltenham
  9. Recovery – Lesley Burt – Dorset
  10. A Home in my Head – Karen Mason – Surrey
  11. Freedom is Ours – Gemma Rose – East Sussex
  12. Beauty – Debee Ebeneezer – Nottingham
  13. It is Ok – Suzanne Bate – Liverpool
  14. Happiness is Gratitude – Lisa Barry – Rhondda Cynon Taft
  15. I’ve Changed – Louise Gillett – Christchurch Dorset
  16. Sunny Side Up – Karim Harvey – London
  17. Proud to be me – Denise Claxton – Essex
  18. Daylight after Rain – John Campbell – London
  19. I Can See The Colour and I Can Feel The Sun – Elizabeth Aldous – Luton
  20. Free To Be Me – Diana Hayes – Abergavenny
  21. Bus Journey – Safoora Masood – Halifax
  22. There Once Was a Young Girl From Wales – Katy Young – Flintshire
  23. See the Flowers Beneath Your Feet – Anonymous
  24. I Know – Kauser Parveen – Halifax

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Hang by John Campbell

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hey just to hang when something is said, not to run in the cave and delve and check instead to hang, chill, wait until maybe my NT stuff will give something back, maybe not I find myself laughing, all the time.

I’m happy. I might be in this game.