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Best Poems Written by Fran Slimon

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My Allotment Narnia

Through the gate and into another world
Leaving my cares on the outside
Breathing in the air of my sanctuary
That’s where you’ll find me,
When life feels hard to bear.

Hands deep in the soil
The rich smell filling my mind
Feeling the cold earth between my fingers
That’s where you’ll find me,
When life feels hard to bear.

Talking to the chickens
Stroking their soft feathers
Listening to their curious chirps
That’s where you’ll find me,
When life feels hard to bear.

Gently planting new crops
Watering them in to the ground
Whispering soft words of encouragement
That’s where you’ll find me,
When life feels hard to bear.

Digging over a plot of land
Pulling out weeds to start a clean slate
Leaning on my spade for a rest
That’s where you’ll find me,
When life feels hard to bear.

Drinking homemade wine around a campfire
A warm glow spreading across my cheeks
Listening to songs in the night
That’s where you’ll find me,
When life feels hard to bear.

My joy, my deep breath
My allotment, my other world
A place that waits for me no matter what happens in my day
That’s where you’ll find me,
When life feels hard to bear.

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Ode To My Chickens

Three of my chickens are dead and they have left a hole in my heart,
I want to mark their passing, prove that they were alive and very much loved by me,
They were real, breathing and full of life from the start,
Oh they made me laugh, so hilarious and quirky; such fun hidden away on our allotment, 
They did no great deeds, were not famous and hardly anyone knew they were there,
Alert and trusting, they followed my steps, looked at me with their heads to one side, wondering and seeing,
They slept in my arms and closed their tiny eyes when I stroked under their beaks,
Laid eggs and loved wholemeal bread, sometimes combining the two in to a healthy treat in their run, pecking and pinching whatever they could, 
Stood on my spade when I was trying to dig, and ate the biggest worms I ever did see,
Had me running in circles to catch them, jumped out of the hutch when I thought I’d put them in,
Kicked over their food tin so I’d give them more and always hid in the shed,
Rearranged their sleeping compartments when I had just cleaned them out, kicking the neat straw all over,
Ate all of my winter cabbages and nibbled at my sprouts, sat on the compost heap and looked around, Queens of the allotment!
Were brave in the face of danger, survived against the odds,
When poorly, they slept cozily in my basement, and understood when it was time to die,
They may have only been chickens to most, but to me they were my friends,
Always pleased to see me, they needed me, and greeted me loudly every day,
Three lives have been taken, but I will not forget them,
I will look back and smile, and talk kindly of Muriel, Edith and Ethel,
For they were the three hens that taught me that all life is precious, no matter how unnoticeable and small.

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The Giraffe Who Was Friends With the Moon and the Sun

The black giraffe
With the orange and silver spots
Looked up at his mum with a frown,

Is it OK that I look
A little bit strange?
Have you heard what the other ones do say?

His mum looked down
With kindness in her eyes
And glanced at his odd looking skin,

My love, you are beautiful
Your skin is the night sky
A blanket of stars to light our way,

Why look like all the rest,
When your skin holds the sun close by
And is best friends with moon up on high?

Little one
You must dare to be different I say
Walk away from those that are mean

For you will gallop from star to star 
Sing rings around the planets afar
You will dance with the very best,

See yourself with my eyes my dear
If only you knew what I knew
Face your life with courage

Don't be afraid of who you are.

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Bitter Endings

You are dead now and I am sorry,
For all of the things you thought I should have been,
For all of the things you wanted me to be for you,
I hope that you feel your burden of life is lifted,
And shared by a circle of angels.

For you were once a kind lady,
Fun and laughter were your glow,
A proud and caring grandmother,
Funny stories- I remember, 
The only person I knew who ate egg and chips on Christmas Day,
And wore bright colors in her hair.

You sat by my dog and held his head whilst he died,
Because we were far away, 
You spoke kindly of me once,
Made me believe I was beautiful,
I know you loved music and a pint of lager in your hand,
And your Welsh accent rang out at many a merry gathering.

Yet even though you are gone,
I cannot pretend it was all happy memories,
It would be a lie and I won’t tell it,
Just because I’m sorry you are dead.

You were often cruel,
You humiliated the ones I love dearly,
Expected our lives to fit perfectly with yours,
You lost many who loved you,
Pushed them away and made them feel small.

But I forgive you because I know,
That your unkindness came from an unhappy place inside of you,
And you suffered greatly for it at the end,
I hope you can forgive yourself,
For refusing to be loved and healed.

I hope you find the peace you wanted,
Wherever you may be now,
I hope the world turns how you wish it to,
Now that you have left it far behind.

Most of all I hope,
That your soul can move beyond all of the bitter endings you created,
And find love and kindness once more,
So that we can remember you fondly and talk of you gladly.

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An Equal Part of This World- a Protest To Fgm

I am not the lesser sex
My sex may represent me
But what I am and who I am
Is held in my woman soul

You can see it in my eyes
If only you care to look
And my spirit lives there always
Even if you take away my pride

Destroy my body on the outside
Cut away at my softest parts
Brutalize my curves
Which are meant to be held and loved

You will ruin what we could have
And what endless joys we could share
You could know the whole of me
If only you would dare

What is there to fear in me?
For power lives in us all
I will not take yours away from you
But love you for your soul

Together we could grow and share
A world that listens to us both
Our threads forever will be entwined
Cherished and valued all

Not matter from what side we are
Our web will meet in the middle
The eye it forms there a wisdom
Our shared view of the earth

So I am not the lesser sex
But worthy of our world
I shall always have a woman soul
Cherish it for what it holds

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Let Go

I almost forgot to look up today,
And see the setting sun throw stripes across the sky,
My mind was clouded with worries from work,
Thoughts bouncing and replaying around an exhausted head,
A whirl, a tired mess, 
No room even for the music of my car radio,
I had to switch it off,
A head that was too full, 
Grinding teeth and drooping eyes my reward for the day.

Then my eyes caught sight of the trees gently dancing in the wind, 
A small, wooden bird house nestling in a garden,
The jagged shapes of the waves on the lake I drive past,
The ancient ruins of the castle on the hill,
Life has gone on outside my day at work,
And my day could have been more beautiful than I ever imagined.

When I went to the funeral today,
I pondered the life that was lost,
I questioned my own mortality,
No matter what a life looks like,
That funeral is what it ends in,
A beer in a shabby Working Men’s Club and a stale sausage roll.

So do I want to miss the stripy skies or go a day without feeling the wind on my cheeks?
No.
For one day it may all be far from me, 
I may be absent and lost, 
And I don’t know where my soul will lie, 
Or what it will have missed.

One thing I have learned today,
Is that if I can learn to let go,
I will learn to live fuller and longer.

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Lost

In seeking to move forward,
Our world has lost life’s meaning,
So many of my day’s worries,
Spent over bits of paper,
Or the moods and whims of others.

The important parts of life,
The things which are true to my inner spirit,
Are pushed further and further away,
Whilst the trials to fit in to the crushing expectations of my job and world,
Age me.

Every now and then I see a glimpse,
I remember why I am here,
I see the journey that is vital to my soul, 
But it so often drifts away,
And gets lost in the monotony and stress of my daily routine.

And so I ask myself- what does my life mean and why am I alive?

I must answer truthfully,
For then my life will finally take shape,
And I will be back on track, 
Experiencing each day with wonder and freedom.

In seeking to grow up and fit in to the world,
I fear I have taken the wrong direction and lost my way,
I must find my true path, 
Or regret it forever.

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Find Me

We are all made from dust
One day when I die
And my body is burnt to ash,
How will you find me, when my body is no longer there?

How will you know it's me,
If my body is buried deep beneath the ground?
How will you be able to reach me,
To hold me in your arms? 

My biggest fear isn't dying,
It's being apart from you.

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Love For Me

Love is the blue rainbow caught in a moonstone
Shining fragments caught in the light
Bursting out like an open heart bearing its soul
Each colour promising a new delight, a new adventure together
Only you can see it, only you can understand 

Love is the precious pearl
Worn by the Lady of the Sea in her eternal dance on the waves
Kept close and treasured, an intimacy of perfect joy
You are my shell, protecting and warming me from the cold ocean floor

Love is the depths of the emerald green sea
Rippled but calm, deep and sometimes dangerous
Crashing waves bringing excitement to the steady shore 
Always there, depths unknown and only sometimes glimpsed at

Love is the giant oak in the ancient forest
Each bump and wrinkle in the bark a shared story
Every branch and twig a new direction
Always joined and held together, rooted in the rich soil
Feeding it with new dreams and hopes
Love is the highest mountain
Exhilarating and fresh, ancient and reliable on the horizon
Steep but rewarding, and never boring
Every twist and turn in the path, every pebble you stand on
Leads you somewhere new
Together, the same goal insight, shared ideals and aspirations

Love is my world
All that is around me
All that is inside of me
The silver moon in the dark blue sky knows it
The sun riding on the clouds, waking the world up in the morning knows it
 Love opens up my senses to every drop of dew
To every shooting star, to every blade of grass and mossy glade
My joy feels brighter, my pain easier to bear
Love is my brand new day
My dark, silent night
Love for me, is you.

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My Tree

The tree stands tall at the edge of the park
No one knows what she has seen

A thousand memories form the crinkles in her bark
So many different directions her arms have tried to reach

So long she has been there
We forget to look up and see
The beauty of the sun between her fingers
And the drops of rain on her blanket of leaves

If we climbed up high, we would sit amongst the clouds
Her branches are a living ladder to our loved ones
Who dance in the stars above us

The souls of our lost friends sing to the music of the wind 
When her leaves rustle and whisper

She is a friendly place, my happy place
A wise woman who will listen to my worries,
When I lean my back against her trunk and sigh, we are one.