BLINDFOLD
I hear childrens voices
filled with laughter and noise,
hopscotched in endless streets,
mingling in sometime dreams.
I hear childrens laughter,
pitching above the hum drum,
of spectacled, so called carers all !
For your own good merchants.
I hear childrens tears falling,
In a rain storm of scary thunder,
beating a retreat in bricks and mortar.
Those merchants of care, no where.
I see the gaggle of childrens tongues,
burning in that mist of cordite,
spectators; comment do nothing.
Carers eyes burn in guilt and greed.
I see children, i see children,
I see nothing, commiting to human!
In hells morning, in flames of religion,
I see dead children, i see nothing.
Rest was a luxury black people weren't granted
Something we wanted
But couldn't afford it
Our survival was more important
Constantly looking over our shoulder
Wondering whilst we're walking
If this is our last moment
Internally we ask
Are we going to be murdered ?
This for us is a daily burden
Being tired is a privilege we don't get
We can feel tired
But we are not allowed to show it
Society deems our feelings to be unimportant
Because apparently black people are not allowed to be vulnerable
We are either seen as too aggressive or too emotional
But rest is something that we've earned
Something we deserve
Something we've come to learn
Is that we are not burdens
And our need for rest
Is not a weakness
And the most important thing is we put us And our families first
And that we won't be the world's carers
Anymore
How on earth we have found each other?
You asked in one of night messages
In the facebook groups its one way or another
On the same train we were passengers
We got off at the same station
We took the same street to the house
With roses and other flowers plantation
A home where you lived with your spouse
The carers teams you have to manage
Four times a day in a row
The aftereffects of covid brought fatal damage
His passing was a terrible blow
We were always supportive in hardships
Still the hard times remain like forever
You were fighting type 1 diabetes
It required a huge endeavour
We lived close together though miles away
Doing everything what should’ve been done
How on earth we have met one day?
Can’t recall now, my dearest one.
It’s one thing to be senile
and lie in your own drool.
It’s another to be President
and be that droolin’ fool.
So ask yourself, America,
of all the President’s men…
who was runnin’ the country
signin’ with Joe’s autopen?
Note: To those who have eyes it was obvious that Sleepy Joe wasn’t just sleepy but in cognitive decline before he was even elected President by supposedly receiving 80 million plus votes. He wasn’t fit to run a lemonade stand but the media convinced you he was on top of his game lol. Joe wasn’t physically or mentally up to the job and so his Democratic masters and media overlords set about carrying out the great subterfuge that he was in charge. They stage managed every event and choreographed his every utterance until he inevitably went off script and his handlers (carers) had to shut him down.
So the next time some loony tune tells you that Elon Musk has too much power for an unelected member of Congress just remember the White House for four years under grifter Joe Biden was run by unelected bureaucrats. Yep, the country was ruled by President Autopen. Let that sink in.
A 50 year old
Child not Man
Sent out into
The big wide world
All on his lonesome
Shouldn't have really
In
Reality though been
Without parental
Or
Carers prior consent
Because although yes
He may well in fact be 50
He hasn't actually ever
Been or allowed
To grow up
And therefore why
He is still to today
Technically
A
Man - Child
Goes without saying
Mother Dearest
My last foray into this arena
Had me living memories, not wished to share
Here I go again, another visit
Into the elderly homes, we wish not
A sunny day, another gathering
Carers working, making things happen
Those in wheelchairs, still smiling
Others in mobile beds, unsure of the happening
A talk by an ancient, born 1917
Strong voice, begging to be heard
Wartime memories, clear as a bell
The telling of a visit into hell
Strong voice, sharing memories
Some good, others not so
I look around the room
Half the listeners, into their snooze
On and on, goes the story
Death and glory, hand in hand
How can you tell such a sad command?
Bravery, such as only you can understand
Bodies of men, only families know
Story goes for one hour
Comment from teller, end is near!
Carers sob quietly, hidden words
Room is quiet as never before
I leave this place, memories flooding
If there is a being, ruling the happenings
Make me safe, send me happiness
I love you so and
I want you to know
That the care I feel is deep
I won't let you be alone.
I see you struggle as you
Force on smiles through the pain
But it feels like hope's in vain!
You're stuck in the center
Of what's supposed to help.
It's doing nothing useful
Nothing to benefit your health!
It seems that sleep is a luxury
Of it deprived are you...
This is a carers point of view!
( Chorus )
I know you tell me nothing can be done
That illness takes its toll on everyone
And it's merely a process that comes with age
When abilities start to fade...
Arthritis is rife
Part of the norm in your life
Frustration will flare
With no energy there.
If I had the power
I'd take all your ills away
In a heartbeat
Right away!
( Chorus )
I know you cling to the hope
Of a better time
When the quality of health
Won't be on the decline.
Your faith and trust
In the promises made
Is how you cope with trials today.
If I could
I'd swap my youth, my health
And carry all of your
Agonies myself.
The things you really need
I cannot do for you...
This is a carers point of view.
There are many people who help us,
They help in many different ways,
They help people of all ages,
And people of all abilities.
Farmers grow food for us,
Carers help people who can’t manage on their own,
Doctors and nurses help us stay healthy,
Charities help people in different ways.
Dentists help us look after our teeth,
Police help us keep the world safe,
Teachers help children to learn things,
Firefighters help us put huge fires out.
Lollipop people help us cross the road,
Post workers help us send letters to people far away,
Lifeguards help beach visitors in trouble,
Transport drivers help us get from one place to another.
There are lots of other people who help us,
We can help each other.
21/08/21
Written for 65th Glasgow Girls’ Brigade Explorers section badge work session 2021/22
Conversations, on a daily basis
Your own voice surrounded in oasis
Talk to yourself, a daily happening
Older age the reason offered
Standing still, minding one’s own business
Overheard conversations, questions, answers
Mobile phones shatter the sound waves
Eyes down not paying attention
Constant scrolling, thrill of the moment
Media news thrust upon us
Gather in groups, social distance
Chatter surrounds us, some absurd
Nodding, smiling, becoming a nerd
Hope that subjects do not ignite
Spirits are low, worrying galore
Watching, waiting, character testing
Older ones on the front line
Standing in front of them, carers that shine
Trust is tested, time after time
Walls erected around those in twilight
Faces in windows of those we know
The pain of missing you so hard to share
Hands pressed against glass
Blowing kisses hard and fast
Hands are waving, goodbyes are taken
Tomorrow waits for those not chosen.
Patrick O’Flanagan’s covert shenanigans
Make people ask where he gets to at night
There’s a perception that Patrick O’Flanagan
Visits a door with a glowing red light
What people don’t know about Patrick O’Flanagan
Is he has only one goal
Each night at ten to ten, visits his gran again
She does a dance with a pole
Old Ma O’Flanagan dances for Stan and Ben
Over in County Kildare
The nurses and carers all turn a blind eye
As Stan sticks his pension ‘down there’
Pat’s her announcer, he's also her bouncer
He keeps them old fellas in check
Old Ben can get frisky and that’s a bit risky
Unless he desires a sore neck
These is the rules says Patrick O’Flanagan
That shrivelled todger of yours
Grandma will make that old thing come awake again
And you place hard cash down her drawers
But Ben said those wrinkles don’t pep up our winkles
We only watch her to rehearse
For what we might see on the CCTV
When you nip out back with that nurse
Once the cord is broken life is about to start
You will be loved and cared for from the heart
Every step you take every word that you say
Someone will be with you each and every day
A time will come when you can do this alone
With this the love appears to be outgrown
That is certainly not true and is not the case
Still cared for and loved with each passing place
Life moves on and your carers are living no more
Now it's your turn to provide the love for sure
Don't ever forget what others have done for you
Repeat it in everything you say and do
No more civility! For now, before that historic doom,
To fathomless, dark perdition let’s hurl their big-assed b.i.t.c.h.e.s.*
For such filthy creatures on earth there ought to be left no room.
These shameless global terrorists that in quest of dream riches
Have settled in the Middle East for almost a hundred years
Now with Heaven’s sure assistance we shall cast into ditches.
They ascribe to us their own name and the sleeping world that hears
Approves of their barefaced slaughters — regrettably — and terrors.
No more tolerance! Let’s show them what then in both hemispheres
Real terror is! Cows of the world do not see the grave errors
In the nuclear conventions. They have lost a dearest horse
But ignore the beast and look for its saddle. What peace-carers!
Arms are deemed bad but who on earth has ever exerted force
Against the red-handed butchers who possess them and use them?
No more delay! Mercy on them shall surely lead to remorse.
11.29.2020
* Mike Pompeo, Mike Pence, Donald Trump, Benjamin Netanyahu, and Arab petty puppets
No comments, please!
COVID -19
Irrespective of what your size is
You are not immune to Coronavirus
So stay at home is sound advice
As you may lose at the throw of the dice
Man, woman or child, it does not care
So dice with death...if you dare.
This evil curse is here for a while
He conducts his business with artless guile
To offer the path of least resistance
You must be sensible and keep your distance.
This is not a disease to be treated lightly
And one that will not go politely.
Before he does he will take his toll
Of thousands of humans and not trouble his soul.
If you are lucky enough to escape his scythe
Consider how others managed to survive.
Often by the unselfishness of the NHS
Those doctors, nurses, carers we will forever bless
If it was not for the unselfish acts of public health staff
There could many more treading a one way path.
Arlene Phillips 2020 (c)
I visit my nurse today
who gives me my injection
she always makes me feel okay
and has a superb complexion
There are other carers there
but Jen's the one I allow to dose
one prior orderly gave me a scare
almost fainted came near close
I'm glad we found each other
now there's no need to fear it
there never is a pother
I've found a kindred spirit
I look at last week’s bluebells in their vase some spent; some strong still' pictures of Memories shadow my mind haphazardly, along with the conviction of life's validity.
Its quiet outside on the 4th of the 20th 2020 and the worlds vision is altered, people are Talking.
Not for now the adulated pop idols and demi-gods;
There are bursts of sombre news reports,
A rash of adverts seeking to milk the worthy folk,
The frightened people anyone at all!
Also I feel a consensus of concern.
'And yet hope' as the world finds its heroes amidst the carers and quiet workers;
The farmers, the growers of 'vegetables and fruit and hope' for the future is part of what we Make of our today; there is still life; and it’s still valid!
©Joe Maverick 20-4-2020
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