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Seven Teapots

I opened the door that morning to a knock,

And four women, holding seven teapots.

I had to laugh, surprise and then understanding hitting me at once.

I welcomed them in and cleared a place on the kitchen counter.

There they sat. Seven teapots, quirky and colourful.

Every shape and size. Some plain. Some themed.

One shaped like a cottage. Another polka-dot and round.

I thought to myself

“we are so British.”

Because what else? One this of all days.

What else would we need to get us through?

They wouldn’t be needed yet. Not for hours.

Not until later when the ceremony was done

and the tears were shed.

When the last goodbyes were said and we could retreat to the house renewed.

Ready to swap stories and memories and look back with smiles.

Mugs warm in our hands.

I don’t remember what I wore.

I don’t remember who spoke.

Who couldn’t speak.

I don’t remember what hymns were sung.

Or what parts of your life were plucked from the highlight reel.

Listed off to those who knew you best as a pale reflection of all you were.

I don’t remember most of that day.

But I will always remember you.

And I will always remember opening that door,

To those seven teapots.

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I'M Sorry, I'M a Little Bit Autistic

I’m sorry; I’m a little bit autistic. Please bear with me as I try to explain,
but it’s hard to see the world from your perspective, when I’ve only ever thought with my own brain.

It’s wired a little differently than yours is, and that can make us struggle to get on,
which I find can be especially frustrating, when it’s always me who’s told I’m in the wrong.

You’ll notice how I only said a little. You see autism is not quite absolute,
it sits along a scale and can be tricky, when the kind you have is not very acute.

Severe autism is recognised in children, and quickly diagnosed as a result,
this helps the sufferer to be accepted, and supported as they grow to an adult.

A mild case, is often more complex though, as frequently, it can go by unseen,
with the afflicted person being regarded; as arrogant and ignorant and mean.

I’m sorry if I say things you find hurtful, I truly wasn’t trying to offend,
I’ve never had much practice with conversing, as I’m not all that great at making friends.

I’m not overly skilled in holding chit chat, that casual back and forth that people do,
which for everybody else seems very natural, but for me requires too much thinking through.

At many times I just go through the motions, when saying ‘Hi’and asking ‘How’s your day?’
I’ve developed quite a talent now for acting, reciting things the world wants me to say.

And I’m sorry if I don’t quite get your humour, or get muddled up when sarcasm is used,
my mind is set to take things said as literal, and frequently can leave me quite confused.

I’ve always known that I’m a little different, until recently I never realised why,
it’s like, everyone had “social life” instructions, that when handed out had somehow passed me by.

I’m sorry; I’m a little bit autistic. Please bear with me I’m trying the best I can,
and with a little time and trust and patience, I hope that you will come to understand.

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I Love Maths

We were first introduced at the prime age of 5
at a time when my interest was soon multiplied
and every addition to my knowledge of your ways
made it exponentially clear this was not just a phase
and any attempt to divide up my focus
or subtract my attention with daft hocus pocus
was an infinite waste of time far better spent
of that I am sure of, 100 percent
for what else could equal your clear clever style
which I can always work out though it may take a while
we've had peaks and had troughs in our journey since then
but each year my love grows by the power of n.

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Chemistry

Our friends used to say that the two of us had chemistry. Their little in house joke.

Strangers took it to mean we got along great.

What they actually meant was stable when separate abut volatile when mixed.

It was true. Though I was blind to it at the time.

How could I not be? I was in love.

He was everything. The other half of me.

I felt it whenever he was near.

Maybe that was the chemistry?

Like sodium and sulphuric acid; slowly fizzing, heating up and up and up until the inevitable explosion that finally tears through destroying everything in its 
path.

It was a long time coming.

But when it came it hit hard and fast and left little unscathed.

He was the best thing that ever happened to me.

I'll never say any different. Even now.

But he was also the worst of me.

And I was the worst of him.

It was no one's fault really.

Not his. 

Not mine.

We just...had chemistry.

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My Dear Mr Fireman

Now my dear Mr Fireman
Let's be very clear
We neither one of us
Really wants to be here

Now I know it's my fault
That I cannot deny
But I can explain
If you please let me try

I thought I would fit
It was just such bad luck
I had no idea
I was going to get stuck

And please understand
That before you were phoned
I tried hard as I could
To get out on my own

I've been pushed, I've been pulled
I've been twisted around
I've been shook like a snow-globe
And tipped upside down

Buy try though I have
Not one of these things
Was enough to dislodge me
From the seat of this swing

I know it's for kids
And I know that its true
That climbing inside
Was a daft thing to do

But I couldn't resist it 
The challenge was there
I'm sure we've all done
Silly things for a dare

So please don't be angry
That's all I can say
I can promise I've already
Learned my lesson today

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The Visitor - a Christmas Poem

Midnight strikes, the world is sleeping; hours until the dawn starts creeping,
Over hills and trees and rivers, bringing in another day.
In the darkness safe and hidden, a visitor somewhat unbidden,
Makes their way across the landing, careful not to make a peep,
Careful in their quiet journey not to stir a soul from sleep.
...
Without light the path is steady, every step feels harsh and heavy,
As the visitor moves softly, slowly; skirting creaky boards.
'what's their aim?' I hear you wonder 'surely they have come to plunder,
In the night all they can gather, gather for them self to keep,
Then beneath nights shielding curtain, steal away on nimble feet'.
...
Fear not friend, you needn't fret, this visitor is not a threat,
Has not come to thieve or borrow, from this house this winters day.
Rather their benign intention, is without notice or pretention,
To leave behind them gifts and goodies, offerings so kind and sweet,
Gifts for those whom year on year, they give so much but never meet.
...
In the kitchen sits a platter, a simple thanks to mark the matter,
To show the visitor their passing, was not ungraciously received.
A pint of ale and pie to fill him, fuel him on his rounds this evening,
And carrots for his waiting reindeer, up upon the rooftop steep,
Waiting for their kindly master to complete his crucial sweep.
....
Daylight breaks and promptly rouses, dreamers within countless houses,
Each one drawn with eager fervour, keen to see what they've been brought.
As children chant and cheer his name. Crying out "He came, he came"
Chaos reigns in joyous wonder, coloured paper forms a heap,
As one by one the gifts are opened, glorious spoils for all to reap.
....
Now the sun shines, high and bright; gone is the one who came last night,
Leaving not just gifts but wonder in the hearts of all he reached.
All those dreamers who were sleeping, as last night he came a-creeping,
through their halls and over landings, careful not to make a peep,
Careful in his quiet journey not to stir a soul from sleep.

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A Workers Prayer

I'm muddled up,
I'm barely sane,
I'm feeling like a scatterbrain

My thoughts are skewed,
My mind is fried,
My sense of calm just waved goodbye

This days been tough,
This weeks been long,
This year itself has all gone wrong

Please let it end,
Please God I beg,
Please let me just go home to bed

A nice long sleep,
A well earned rest,
A chance to sleep away this mess

That's all i ask,
That's all i need,
That small request is all I plead

Lord if you would,
Lord show you care,
Lord grant this weary workers prayer

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Dinosaurs V Meteor: the Rematch

They said that it could not be done
They warned it would go wrong
Debates were held across the globe
Discussions tough and long

Science won with madcap plans
To change the world forever
They cloned a bunch of dinosaurs
And made them really clever

The end result as you’d expect
The Dinos knew their worth
And quickly they reclaimed their place
As rulers of the earth

A hundred years, a hundred more
They grew in size and smarts
Determined they would make the best
Of this new given start

They loved and learned and had a blast
They lived without regrets
Until the day the dinosaurs
Discovered quite a threat

With eyes upon the stars above
These creatures down below
Looked up and saw approaching fast
A dreaded age-old foe

The meteor was twelve miles long
Another five in girth
And without doubt, this chunk of rock
Was heading straight for Earth

So history, it seemed to them
Was doomed to a repeat
Just when Jurassic 2.0
Was getting really sweet

Enter now our heroes two
Our saviours of the day
Claiming they could make this problem
Swiftly go away

Professor Rex and Dr Steg
Were cleverer than most
Though being humble dinosaurs
They didn’t like to boast

The took the stand, addressed the world
To calm the publics fears
They had a plan, one they’d prepared
Throughout their whole careers

“Don’t worry friends” The doctor said
His face set proud and grim
“Though we were bested long ago
This time we’re going to win”

“Before we fought with tooth and claw
We now have brains and wit
Last time destruction came to us
Now we take the fight to it”

A ship was built, a team was formed
The gears of fate were turning
Now was the time they put to test
Their centuries of learning

Blasting off with guts and gusto
Geared towards the heavens
The dinosaurs all crossed their claws
Awaiting Dino-geddon

It took their best, their toughest lot
To see the battle through
But just in time these fine heroes
Did what they’d aimed to do

The meteor, now dust and grit
Was scattered into space
The victors of this great rematch
The noble Dino Race!

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Bathtime

It begins with a chase, where I jump swerve and run
Always two steps ahead of my frustrated mum
I duck under the table and knock over chairs
rush down the hallway and dash up the stairs

When finally she grabs me; she does every time
I wiggle and wrestle, I whinge and I whine
She tells me with patience to stop being daft
There's no use complaining, I'm having a bath!!

I'm dragged to the tub, which is already run
Mum grins at thinking her battle is won
the water is warm and its clean and inviting
but that doesn't stop me from fussing and fighting

I don't want to wash all my messes away
not when each one reminds me of my brilliant day
from the paint on my hands where I threw down the brush
and used fingers and thumbs in my artistic rush

to the dirt on my knees and my shins from outside
where I jumped from the swing-set and climbed up the slide
and the hair on my head which is sticky with cake
from this afternoon when I helped nanny to bake

and to my delight when the mixture was  mixed
she gave me the bowl and the big spoon to lick.
To wash these away seemed like such a sad shame
like erasing the memory of a magnificent game

Mummy said hurry and pulled her stern face
and I knew I had wasted all the time I could waste
so with the bath bubbles rising up over the rim
I finally gave up and began to climb in.

The bath water warmed me right down to my toes
the bubbles rose round me and tickled my nose
and there in the middle, what terrible luck
I sat down on top of my favourite duck

At first I was grumpy but that feeling passed
when I looked towards mummy and she started to laugh
So deciding revenge was a brilliant plan
I picked up some bubbles and clapped shut my hands

and with a big whoosh to my mummies despair
The handful of bubbles rose into the air
The look that she gave, I will not soon forget
her face full of bubbles, her hair sopping wet

but after a moment, or two, three or ten
she stopped looking angry and laughed once again
and as I prepared for my second attack
she stole all my bubbles and blasted them back

We both join together and share a big laugh
as finally I settle down into my bath
Until eventualy squeaky and clean as can be
I'm lifted back out and set down on her knee

Where before the drips dripping can cause a wet puddle
A big fluffy towel wraps me up in a cuddle
Mum dries me gently with plenty of care
and ends with a ruffle to fluff up my hair

Then into my snuggliest jammies I go
The ones with the booties that cover my toes
I'm carried upstairs where I'm tucked into bed
and mum plants a kiss on the top of my head

With our final goodnights and a wish of sweet dreams
the nightlight beside me lit up with a gleam
still warm from my bath and without one more peep
I curl up with my teddies and settle to sleep

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Cinderella Dreams

Cinderella in her kitchen,
all alone with none to turn to
Did her share of hopeful wishing,
of a future bright and new

Cinderella dreamed of freedom,
dreamed of rest and better days
In her lonely little kingdom,
dreamed of gentle words and praise

Cinderella never asked for,
riches or a royal life
Never dared to dream that she,
would one day be a princes wife

Cinderella only wanted,
simple things that most expect
A good home and a loving family,
kindness, comfort and respect