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Best Poems Written by Melanie Jennings

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Stand By Me

When all the skies come falling down, 
i ask you 'stand by me'
when I'm in the clouds and won't look down
I pray just wait for me
When I'm far away with thoughts of woe
I ask you let me be
When I tell you just to up and go
I pray you will not leave
If the tides do change, one day they might
I ask will we be free
If the darkness lifts from day to night
I pray its you I'll see
If all the rain should rainbows make
I ask you let it be
but if all the skies come falling down
I pray you'll 'stand by me'

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Miniature Dachshund

Small and mighty,little and proud
One of the weeniest doggies around
but don't let size fool you, you're in for a treat
I am one of the bravest and loyalest you'll meet

The comical clown who just loves to play
I'll take no time to train if you show me the way
I'll play with your slippers, and sleep on your bed
and then when you're sleeping,lick your face, neck and head.

some say I am yappy but i swear its all rumors 
My sharp high-pitched bark is just meant for intruders
I'll roll on my back and let you rub my tummy
I'll do anything for a small treat, if its yummy

potty training can take a while they say
but remember that Rome wasn't built in a day.
oh and dogs can be gassy so please beg my pardon
and I may dig the occasional hole in the garden

But if you're looking to take on a new life long friend
and you promise to care for me right to the end
you don't need to search far or start looking around
choose the 'doxie', the dachshund, the 'sausage dog' hound!

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Boom Boom Bang

Does your computer go click click click
Beep beep boop, boop boop  bop?
Does your computer go ding ding ding
toot toot teet? jump skip hop?

'cos mine goes boom boom bang!

Does your computer type up your notes
Store all your mail, Save all you pics
Does your computer hold all your songs, 
play all your games, do all the tricks?

'Cos mine goes boom boom bang!

I bought it to to type all up my notes
the beep beep bops, do all the tricks
I bought it for the toot toot teet, 
the beep beep bop, the click click clicks

'but it just goes boom, boom bang!

And at the store they promised me, 
it'd save my pics, jumps skips and hops
They promised me the ding ding ding
hold all the songs, the boop boop bops

'Never mentioned the boom boom bang!

Well I took it back just yesterday, 
The storeman he tried all the tricks... 
played all the games.. I had the pics!
And I told him just to beep beep boop.

'And the shop went boom boom bang!

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Living Under the Weight of a Label

The blind leading the blind, what is seen is how its heard
the thoughts that make the story are lost behind the words
do you see it as you view it, or take a deeper look 
do you read into the narrative or judge the cover of the book

Is the figure cold and dirty, the shell of what he's made 
or the unforgiven soul, that is waiting to be saved
does that body clad so poorly hold more than what is shown 
or just another mannequin, that has reaped just what was sown

Did you spare a dollar this morning or was your vision blind
or was that lonesome beggar just in the shadows of your mind 
you see that youth with his hooded clothes and jeans hung round his waist 
could he be a high school scholar or does his style not suit your taste 

That girl there, with the pushchair, yes she has a name 
does she love the child she carried, or did she play a foolish game 
And that solemn face behind the bars,the prisoner to his crime
Or the broken life held captive and the victim of a lie

That woman in the wheelchair, animated by expression
does she really have no hopes and dreams or are you too deaf to listen
that classy car, the modest tie, the briefcase at his side
is there a dark deceitful truth, buried deep beneath his pride

no life ahead with a dead end job, shoveling gruel from a grease filled tray
or the maturing child of a broken home, paying bills 'mum' couldn't pay
two babies need to find new homes, is it proof she couldn't cope
or could she not make the perfect life so instead she gave them hope

So they live on a rough estate, they're deviant thieving 'yobs'
and see their buttoned shirts and ties, they're private school 'snobs'
do you just see flecks of peeling paint, view this canvas as a whole 
or define each stroke of the artists brush that reach right to the soul

If opportunity played a fairer game and made judgement realise
then possibility could do its part, allow wisdom to remove disguise
yet with judgement passed and truth unseen, realisation is unable
to protect our children and ourselves 'living under the weight of a label'

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Christmas Wish

Sitting in rags all tattered and torn 
He gazed through the window and loved what he saw 
A raging coal fire, and some children to play 
Just what he wished for on a cold winters day 

The frost bit his finger and nibbled at his nose 
and his shoes, thin as paper, could not warm his toes 
But the warmth and the love that the family there told 
Reached into his heart and blessed his wee soul 

The dear little beggar boy was welcomed inside 
To share christmas gifts and a log of yuletide 
A meal that he'd dreamed of was served in a dish 
And the sweet little child got his christmas wish 

Sat near the roadside, a cup in his hand 
sat a merchant, a peasant, a pitiful man 
Selling flowers to towns folk, from graves freshly plucked 
He watched as the villagers tucked into roast duck 

Nose pressed to the entrance, inhaling the feast 
He licked his dry mouth as they carved the cooked beast 
A little old lady arose from her pew 
and gladly she told him "There's plenty for you" 

All grubby and dusty with an ache in her back 
A frail, crinkled lady read palms from a shack 
Not making much money, spending winter alone 
She watched families rejoicing, and wished for her own 

Trying to remember, a life led before 
With her sister and daughters, before she was poor 
A kind gent passed by her and decided to spend 
his christmas or longer, for she needed a friend 

Sat at the butchers and begging for meat 
Dusty the mongrel was just under their feet 
Just a scavenger, all dirty, they shoo'd him away 
and he got used to the harshness of being homeless each day 

Tucked beneath hedges, to escape winters bite 
He flopped down his head, and he slept for the night 
Dreaming of children who'd bring him a bone 
Rescued by a schoolgirl who gave him a home 

What do you dream of, when you're sat all alone 
Money and chocolate, a new mobile phone 
Or the simplest things that are taken for granted 
Like a home and a family, to be loved and be wanted 

Do you think of others or not have a care 
when enjoying your holidays, do you have time to spare 
See the dear little beggar boy at your windowsil 
Let him in, spare a second, 'tis the season of goodwill

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In Memory of My Mum

Original version january 2015

Though I fear she's gone forever
and her smile I cannot see
I still have so many moments
when I feel her here with me

she seems to show me things are just fine
and we'll meet again someday
and now i know, though I cant see her
it doesn't mean she's gone away

Our memories I will keep forever
and even though we are apart
She may reside among the angels
but she lives within my heart.



Revised Version March 2015


It once seemed she had gone forever
her smile I could no longer see
Her voice no longer spoke her blessings
Her arms had ceased to comfort me

At times when I was feeling so low
when sadness loomed so endlessly
I'd pray for just one final moment
It's her I'd seek, yet could not see

There are still so many moments
when I fear what is unknown
And if I could walk right up to heaven
I'd go right now and bring her home

but we can't change the way things happen
Cannot choose the way things are
We can only hope and pray our loved ones
Shine like diamonds 'midst the stars

Our memories are mine forever
and even now, so far apart
while she's dancing with the angels
she still sings within my heart.



Until we meet again... I love you mum xxx

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We Were

Sat beneath the stars we were, supping pepsi from a can
on the bridge near castle farm, just hiding from me mam 
Twas 10 o clock and fairly dark for kids of just fourteen 
But we were brave and strong and tough and menacing and mean 

Trailing through the streets we were, hoods up and walking tall
Scowling at the passers by, obnoxious and knowing all. 
Kicking through the flower beds not having any cares 
Smoking crafty cigs behind the shops our parents unaware. 

Watching passing trains we were, whilst climbing in the trees 
Laughing uncontrollably and chanting in the breeze 
Spray paint cans and marker pens, graffiti through the town 
having a ball, cos we were 'ard' you couldnt bring us down 

Throwing eggs and stones we were, foolish to our crime 
a group of little vandals, just school kids in our prime. 
Climbing into gardens, kidnapping small, clay gnomes 
making the most of all the things 'you wouldnt do at home' 

Running from police we were, because they'd seen our stash, 
a bottle of some cheap, flat beer and about one hundred fags. 
Taking rules from no- one, not listening to a word 
'cos we were just too cool for school, one day we'd rule the world. 

Then Tucked in bed asleep we were, wearing kisses from our dads
'Cos really we were children, we werent always bad 
So to all you tiny terrors, id just like you to know 
Weve been there, done that, seen it all,not quite so long ago.

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Love Always - a Poem To My Boys

Looking down upon your tiny 
face
Soft to my touch
Gazing into your beautiful eyes
Angelic
Bringing pe!ce
Love
My heart beats for you, and you 
alone
Each precious moment
A joyous gift
My world changed
Was given new life
New breath
New reason
Devouring the moment
Savouring the feeling
Tears of joy
Happiness
This tiny bundle
Became my all
Forever more
I shall protect you
Love you
Cherish you
You have. My heart
In your tiny hand
For i gave it to you
That sacred day
When you became my all

My son, I love you always

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Should Be Asleep By Now

So I creep upstairs to tuck him in, should be asleep by now. 

8 years old and 10 o'clock don't get on so well 

but as I near the bedroom, something's very clear, 

That little sod, he's wide awake, and hiding somewhere here. 



'oh Samuel' i start to call, ' should be in bed by now' 

'come on now this isn't fun, we don't want to have to row' 

I hear a giggle from in his room, see bouncing on the bed! 

The little monkey jumps straight down and runs past me instead. 



'come on, you're being silly' 'should be in bed by now' 

'oh, don't climb in the wardrobe' 'you, know you're not allowed' 

I've had enough by now, I think, this is no child of mine. 

Any other night he'd be asleep by five past nine. 



I grab him as he passes 'should be in bed by now' 

his tops pulled up over his face, as if to hide somehow 

I pull back the covers and he leaps straight into bed 

Grabs the cover, pulls it up, straight over his head. 



I tuck him in and smile, 'should be asleep by now' 

At least we got there in the end, and all is good and well 

'I love you son, now go to sleep, it will be morning soon' 

I stroke the back of his tiny head, and go to leave the room 

' 

'Its time to turn the lights off' 'should be asleep by now' 

'check for monsters daddy, 'cos only you know how' 

I sigh and smile and back I go to peer under the bed. 

Anything to get my boy to rest his sleepy head. 



I lift the duvet and give a sigh 'should be asleep by now' 

I take a yawn and and take a peek and wipe my weary brow. 

I little face looks at me, my heart is filled with dread 

'Daddy,daddy, help me, There's someone in my bed'

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Masterpiece

A blank canvas, clean and crisp 
Awaits the drops from a rainbow sprayed pitter patter of a magical rainfall
and a storm, by the artists brush obeyed

Onto a perfect paradise 
A shattered pallette of acrylic thrown
with accuracy near the archers aim
That it falls like leaves, by autumn blown

A sea of organised destruction 
Skillfully strewn across a landscaped view Crimson red and sunkissed bronze
hidden by a haze of blue 

A mass of seasons, winter's spring 
An abundance of wishes and dreams laid bare Onto this portrait of sheer madness
scantilly clad and almost shared 

An explosion of flavours 
Freedom ventured through flecks of paint Songs of lovebirds whispered 
Following rhythm with melodies faint 

Flowers lost in winds of brown 
Valuable gems encrusted with gold buried deep 
dashes and lashes of watercolour 
flicked into sequence and layed in a heap 

A masquerade of autumn leaves fall 
as a line of coloured soldiers march, swift 
A mask of beauty disguises the page
Like a tiny world, and delicate gift 

Fire blends into the ocean of blues 
yet white ice devours monumentous heat 
A fog of grey trims the edge 
The work of a genius is almost complete