2010 initiative N H S decide programme we see
On halving stillbiths; and injury, quite sensible it
Appears to me ' yet now 2023 has come to be
Its being shelved, what could we see? There must
Be a reason (just what might that be?) Some type
Of connection umbilically, of 2010 and 2023 ?
I wonder if to put it simply; there is so much better
Just come to be.? That theres a humbleness to avoid
The publicity? that such results and records would
Engender if seen specially experts (who would be keen)
To build on any progress, that whould improve the scene
Of natal care, what woult that mean? There must be a
Trail of better results? Over more than a decade so
Whats the shout.? I can't see why its been sidlined? as if
Its inception and work was almost, a heineous crime.!
Categories:
halving, abuse, baby, caregiving, health,
Form: Rhyme
Ripe red cherries so sweet and juicy
I spit the stones past sister Lucie
One stone hits her near her eye
Oops I’ve made poor Lucie cry
Lucie yelps she makes such a fuss
(You’d think she’d been hit by a bus)
Mum whacks my bum, I turn bright red
and then she sends me off to bed!
Inspired after halving cherries to go on my cereal ... NB the BEST way to remove the stones is using your fingernails!!!
I've just discovered they hold cherry pit spitting contests in some places ... guess I need to practice (not) lol
7/23/19
Categories:
halving, food, humorous,
Form: Rhyme
Hardness softens under serpents eyes of gold.
Concrete becomes her;
Crystallising lakes of,
Oceans of,
Serenity
What may we envelop with our softness
When our branches cannot reach the sky
For fear of an axeman’s careless wielding.
I will be hurt.
My iron will shatter into feathers, falling as crescent moons in a breeze,
Before I chance to dent you with
The knife edge of my tongue.
You believe in my horizon.
My sinking sunbeams throw out shades of golden reds and bloody orange.
The belly of the beast; illusion under seas that hath no space nor space constraint.
In my drowning sun you see a female devil,
Residing in her lair of fire.
You see her sleeping,
Beneath a stage of watery glass.
She is not retiring.
She is halving,
From the final throws of her fire,
That you drank like drops of sugar.
How much can you see?
A steely serpent drinking from versuvius in drunken sin.
When snakes wake from their poisoned mist
are they clear enough to see that their volcano-
Is a puddle from a broken tap,
Warm from the burning reflected in your gaze.
I feel myself drip like storm water,
Hiding under tarmac from the thunder.
Categories:
halving, abuse, allegory, betrayal, boy,
Form: Free verse
desire is two minds
overly eager to combine
erasing what's been lined
distorting yours and mine
passion is two souls
feeding on one another
two vital wholes
halving one another
truth is two spirits
embraced by harmony
each part perfectly fits
although there are many
love is two hearts
sharing a rhythm
one stops, the other starts
with a perfect hymn
Categories:
halving, love, lust,
Form: Rhyme
Winter dark...solstice etches itself
on texture of bleak silhouette
ebon in fervor...cycle’s lymph
grips the inked winds halving the cleft
between old eve and fresh sunset
as morn falls on dry ice...asleep,
yet kismet unlocks ...creatures reap
harvest of new moon’s oath...to keep.
We call to you oh Mother Night
through dances bold... in purity,
a circle cast in pearled delight
from dusks impressed by sanctity
our candles burn for life’s bounty
lyrics ole trill...magic-soft
elements fuse...an alchemy
of holly sheen to ride aloft.
Freyja, one with Mary...bewitch
within the dark of darkest night
we dance the fire with trimmings rich,
your blessed radiance... stars ignite
as womb brings forth...a child of light
one tender spirit filled with worth
a promise of new Yuletide bright
the gift of word...made flesh...son’s birth!
....... ... ........
Happy Holidays of Debbie Guzzi
by nette onclaud
Modranith:Freyja ( Norse Goddess
associated with Mothers' Night)
* end /near rhymes intended
Categories:
halving, holiday,
Form: Rhyme
the trowel sat next to the door
Waiting to join old familiar friends
In the worn canvas tool bag
It's shape not quite the same as new
Edges rounded on skim side
and slightly flattened on the other
From halving so many common bricks
The hard plastic handle was also worn
From constant spinning
Gathering shaking down movement
to ensure mortar held in twice smoothed strokes
The hammer lay beside it
rounded blade from constant cutting
Rounded head from broken blocks
with edges straight as factory ends
They lie together in memories
Of absent friends
and working days
Of building
Categories:
halving, work
Form: Blank verse
The Third Fable
The Third Fable
Depression Session
Everyone has bad days.
CharlaX: The man on the bus: he reads his paper he moves into the light to see
the words
THE OTHER MAN: on the same bus: was hearing his cd player just looking for
the sun to come up over the hill and give its light he keeps staring out the window
to see the sunrise
The many other people: just come and go
The girl: had no gloves her hands was so cold she twisted them like nerves to
keep them warm
The Lady: gave to me a dollar to help me have my ride
Eye had the one the two was now the full day pass.
The Reason: gone for going early the depression halving head again my heart
split in two halves not meaning anything now hurting like the ending of a life
could be my death if not recovered soon could mean the end of life
Mechanical Buffon: eye eat eye try to breathe but not too much eye cry but nothing
left that will come out
And then it's over one more day of life.
Categories:
halving, depression, introspection, science fiction,
Form: Prose Poetry
Father, deliver me to the swollen path
faith's calling, not the lathe,
not the breaker point, nor salve,
that heals profusely, so the scar can bathe
its entity - like pride, in terms of have!
I have - a nothing, but thy love,
that God would halve,
and then turn righteous, thee & I, 'til wholeness bade -
I have thy courage, if my heart not wax,
too openly, and leave no guessing's waft.
I have thy knowing hardship, thy enslave.
I have thy postmark, like a name would seal a grave,
and that beneath, not entering, forgotten, and deceased.
I have thy place of halt - thy birthright, thy retreat,
I have, by God's discern, a plan against defeat!
I have - envision to complete
thy halving - not repeat,
a oneness - that is lone in its own meet.
Categories:
halving, faith,
Form: Rhyme
I feel the verandah groaning of time,
I feel the trees raising their eyelashes,
I feel the window watching outside, and then inside, outside, bored by me.
I feel the garden raising slowly with a new morning on her ankles, and looks at me with sympathy:
,,To leave, to leave not…”, tearing, petal with petal a chrysanthemum. And the dew gathers and becomes a river that rises to the sky on an escalator, on which, later, is getting down the sun.
I feel myself halving, while the verandah, the trees,, the windows, the garden, the chrysanthemum and the dew are asking about you…
And all the eyes, even mine, lean on your tombstone, waiting for you to come, knowing that you won’t disappoint us.
Categories:
halving, death, nature,
Form: Free verse