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How I loved spending a week of the summer holidays with my grandparents. Gramps would come and pick me up in his old pick- up truck, dad would bundle my suitcase into the back and I’d be on my way. Gramps would whistle as we wended our way along the winding country lanes until we reached their stone cottage. Grandma would be waiting for us to appear at the door, she always be wearing her checked apron which was flecked with flour. She’d scoop me up in her arms, and carry me into the cosy kitchen where the aroma of cooling gingerbread lingered in the air.
wheat from the old mill
freshly ground into white flour
grandma’s been baking
I would spend many hours in the garden with gramps, in the spring I’d helped him to plant lots of vegetable seeds and now summer had arrived they were ready to be harvested. Gramps would give me a ride in his old wooden red wheelbarrow, the wheel would squeak as he pushed me along the uneven ground and I would squeal with delight when we went over the bumps. In the vegetable garden we would pick perfect pea pods that were fit to burst with juicy green peas, bright orange carrots and creamy cauliflowers which reminded me of brains. All the produce would be placed into the wheelbarrow and I would help gramps to trundle it along the path to the kitchen door. Grandma would be busy in the kitchen and I’d help by podding the peas ready for our evening meal. I loved the popping sound of the pods as I pressed them to release the shiny peas.
from a tiny seed
colourful vegetables grow
harvest time arrives
Many years have elapsed, and sadly gramps and grandma are no longer with us. My father inherited their little stone cottage, which was eventually handed down to me. I now spend happy hours in the garden with my own grandson, and I’m passing on the gardening tips that gramps taught me when I was a small child. The red wooden wheelbarrow which I loved riding in is long gone; but I replaced it with a sturdy one made of shiny red plastic. My grandson loves riding in it to the vegetable patch and I love to hear him squeal with delight as I once did when I rode the same bumpy path.
the red wheelbarrow
reminds me of my grandpa
precious memories
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Strange nights, starry eyes
a little something to keep me going
no I don't lack in surprise
or modesty
and yet if honesty was a commodity
I'd surely be rich and living it up
or dead in a ditch for never giving it up
and you just don't quit
pry away the drink from my hands
and take a sip
never seen anyone
bite anything
the way that you bite on your lip
I don't know what you're looking for
but you won't find it in me
a compliment, a shred of decency
a night of thrills and secrecy
a shoulder to cry on
or just something to ride on
no, you won't find it in me
Got no money, no worries
don't sell drugs
never felt the need
not a pick me up
or shake you down
nothing changes when I'm around
no I don't want you
and you don't want me
Living life like a grazed knee
the pain is always there it stings
something always has to rub up on me
so if another stained garment
is what you want to be then, darling
pick away at my layers
I can never seem to heal
but I go on like nothing hurts me
and it could be worse
you could be just another verse in my poetry
and the night isn't over yet but
you've just about heard enough I bet
I don't know what you're looking for
but you won't find it in me
a friend for the night, a happy ending
a story to tell your girls, a heart for mending
someone to rely on
or just something to ride on
no, you won't find it in me
Got no money, no worries
don't sell drugs
never felt the need
not a pick me up
or shake you down
nothing changes when I'm around
no I don't want you
and you don't want me
Still relentless in your advances
but I can't take any chances
I'm susceptible to heartbreak
why do you think I'm sat here drinking alone?
unlike you I haven't looked down at a phone
I've no one to call, I've nowhere to be
if you're wanting a simpleton that's not me
I'm not offering late night comfort calls
I don't even own a settee
are you my therapist now?
too many questions are detrimental to trust
and I think you've just about heard enough
I don't know what you're looking for
but you won't find it in me
won't pick you up, won't shake you down
won't show you a good time and stick around
I'm not your wings to fly on
or just something to ride on
no, you won't find it in me
We all went down to the beach today; it was hot as hot can be.
The carpark was full, Dad got cross and my sister wanted a wee.
The picnic basket handles broke, our food tossed in the sand.
Then crunchy rolls, warm drinks and mush was all we had….and sand.
Our sun umbrella had a hole, our beachball was quite flat.
It’s just as well we had 15+ and Mum remembered hats.
So, we got settled on our towels, Dad blew our floaties up.
It’s great how blue his face can go, who cares? Surfs up!
The water was cold, still in we went, through seaweed long and gooey.
Until I screamed and threw a fit, I’d wrestled with a bluey!
Now Mum came running at a sprint, her fat bobbed up and down.
With all the beach bods looking up and Dad just looking down.
She dodged the eskies and the towels, weaving here and there.
But kids, dogs, buckets and spades, just didn’t have a prayer!
Well, little me was taking water when Mum and Dad arrived.
I’d fallen flat upon my back, I gulped to stay alive!
They got me out and brought me to, I’d passed out in a haze.
As they watched the lifeguard pick me up, yup one of my bad days.
The crowd it scattered and we saw a really yummy sight.
Mr Whippy had arrived, it filled us with delight.
The sand was hot, we did a dance to get the ice-creams back.
We just sat down to get stuck in and I wore mine in my lap!
When we were calm and all was well, we went off for a walk.
Along the beach and through the dunes but all they did was gawk!
My head was screaming from the aches, my feet all cut by shells,
Dad decided to catch a fish and YUK it really smells!
My sis’ and I began to build big castles in the sand.
I only wished she’d lighten up and quit stomping on my hand!
The sun was getting low and so we thought we’d call it quits.
‘Cause if we weren’t at home real soon, I’d rip my sis’ to bits!
The car was packed, we’re all ticked off, the traffic moved so slow.
The weather hot, the fan it broke, we had so far to go.
Now sis’ and I had had enough, she’d wet her pants again.
I couldn’t wait for this day to end so I could feel sane.
I’m thankfully in bed at last, I’m dying just to snooze.
I’m bruised, cut, sunburnt a lot from my Big Beach Day Blues
I want to scream
God save me
I want to scream
Take away the blackness
And wash me white again
I want to scream
Why did you leave me God
I want to scream
Don’t you hear me
Don’t you see me
Can’t you see me drowning
I want to scream
Do you even care
Don’t you see your child slowly fading
I want to scream
That no I’m not strong enough
And yes I do need you
I want to scream
I thought you there
But you seemed to disappear
I want to scream
I am sorry for turning away
I am sorry for failing you
I want to scream
I want it all back
And so much more
I want to scream
Why didn’t you pick me up
When I fell face first
I want to scream
What did I do wrong
Was my love not good enough
I want to scream
I am fine
I’ve done it this far without you
I want to scream
I can no longer do it on my own
I need you desperately
I want to scream
I have bitterness because of you
Bitterness towards you
I want to scream
Where were you when I was hurting
Where were you when the tears poured
I want to scream
Where were you when I wanted to end it all
Where were you in my darkest days
I want to scream
Deliver me and take me
Take me in your arms
I want to scream
Take my life in your hands
Let your will be done
I want to scream
How do I let it all go
I feel so betrayed
I want to scream
I need divine intervention
I need you to carry me
I want to scream
I can no longer walk
I am weak and weary
I want to scream
No matter what I can do this
I don’t need you or anyone
I want to scream
Help me fight this battle
Fight this war inside
I want to scream
Help me to overcome
Give me what I lack
I want to scream
Why do I even want to try
Why do I want to risk it again
I want to scream
Save me God
Save me God
Because you are losing your child
Because she is fading fast
Because she is looking in all the wrong places
Because she refuses to look up
Because she is losing that smile you gave her
Because she wants to be the woman you made her to be
Because she wants to be the mother you made her to be
Because she is tired of the tears
Because she’s reaching the breaking point
I want to scream
SAVE YOUR DEAR CHILD
But I can’t find the courage…
But I can’t find the faith…
But I can’t find the voice…
Oh Spirit of Love; lost ... far, and apart; away from any abundant freedom,
genuinely aeolian, without-You, soiled, sick, dying-naked cold alone-lost, this is all
of me broken of-heart; everything I can-give, here I am, please, pick-me-up
embrace me carry me onward upon this awakening.
Gentle lullaby of truth so divine my Sweet Phonation of Grace Faithful Father,
Keeper of all Your Words Holy; e'er, Regal, Valiant; Just ... . Brilliant Morning-
Sunshine excuse-Yourself as judge in view of my-irreverence complete; (blind) ...
uphold me in this hope; welcome me in Your warmth move me along further than-
ever-alone, could I.
Befriend me shower-Your-light, all the way-down, into the barren; valley ...
of-my-soul. Wash-me relieve me of my retched self, that I may begin ...
(for You only to live).
(Yes Lover, of my life (clothe-me)) cover me moreover in this certainty))),
find me well within Your mercy illuminated high, upon the beauty; of Your gape.
So ... that being-restored, entire, delivered (in all my joy secured there in
Peace through You for the remainder of my days, here ... and beyond);
I know it will be then; for me, when received, in true liberty ... Your
perfect comfort (my soul ... may eternally abide-with-You,
in rest).
and as I Ponder-
anything-acquired-monetarily,
is but momentary ... . ~
~ In surrendering everything of oneself
to The-Almighty, the-certain-peace-and-
joy; the-liberty attained thereafter;
is-a gift; everlasting ... ! ~
~ So when to ponder this life and my position,
and my importance and priority amid the essence of life,
the vision. A broader idea one in nature to picture and open and one righteous,
of the one ever prominent and freely given, permanent fixture? (I do now believe,)
to answer this one question of three. A question of three, and one more and better of a
proposition of the same kind must there be. So for when to ask myself? I know it depends,
on what foundation do I stand upon, and where does my treasure lie,
and in whom do I place these visions of all my hope? Before when to pass on,
I'm brought to lay my tired soul on down to rest in peace forever,
within the open arms, of God...? ~
My final curtain call has come,
The stage beckons one last bow.
I’ll die in that electric chair,
Twenty four hours from now.
So many thoughts pour through my mind,
Of Hell and eternity.
Can one so lost as I be saved
And avoid that destiny?
I can’t forget my mother’s face,
The day I was arrested
For killing that abusive cop,
an act the law detested.
The cop and I had history,
Dating back to my teen years.
And my mother never noticed,
The nights I came home in tears.
Abuse began when I was twelve,
with a shoplifting arrest.
The cop would make a choice that day,
what it was, few could have guessed.
I was cuffed and placed in his car,
Then driven out to the cape.
The next day, I reported him,
and accused the cop of rape.
But they just laughed and sent me home,
I had nowhere left to turn.
That utter sense of helplessness
Was a hard lesson to learn.
He’d pick me up from time to time,
Bogus charges were the theme,
Then drive me back out to the cape,
Where no one could hear me scream!
Obsession fill the next ten years,
The injustice would not cease.
How can a man protect himself
When abused by the police?
One night he took me to the cape,
Thinking I was easy prey.
That was the last thing he would do
Before his life slipped away.
He didn’t know I’d gotten free,
And he never saw the knife.
When he pulled me out of the car,
That was when I took his life.
I stabbed and stabbed and stabbed again,
As he bled out, in the mud.
I was captured an hour later,
Still soaked in my victim’s blood.
They said I stabbed him sixty times;
I lost track after he fell.
I hope I’ll get to stab him more
If we both end up in hell.
I await my execution,
As I try hard to forget,
How I enjoyed killing that cop,
Something I still don’t regret.
For what I put my mother through,
My heart is filled with sorrow.
And yet, her darkest day will come
At setting sun tomorrow.
For that is when I’ll know at last,
What the Lord intends for me.
It won’t be long until I learn
Where I’ll spend eternity.
Is my immortal soul the kind
That God’s Kingdom would allow?
I’m sure I’ll find out soon enough,
Twenty four hours from now.
Angel of mourning soup
Angel of mourning
Who gives birth to fresh morning dew who
helped me pursue who showed me the light
when I was lost for clues in times of blues
Angel of assistance
From were did you fall
From heaven?
From where did you fall
From where did you
hear my call
I wanted to say thank you
that's all
that's all
You are the fairest of
them all and you don't
need to ask the damn
mirror on the wall.
You helped me build the ladder of saul but the others
couldn't help because they couldn't speak our language
at all and so if I ever fall I know you will be there to
pick me up like a pen like a friend I wish I can give
you the sun but I am young enough to be your son
so I give to you the stars of friendship ,I can feel your
breeze its it make me want to fall to my knees and never
cease to rain my gratification on your being because what
I have been seeing is a lending hand when many ran I
guess that's what separates a rock from a grain of sand
size of heart so were should I start.
Let me fill your shopping cart with the immensity
of this poem so when you get to the cash register
of heavens doorway you can show em your appreciated
hearts receipt you have given more than I can take
you have dotted my I's and crossed my t's you are the
rain to my tree the beautiful shells in my sea the form
of my key the correction and assistance of me the blue jay
at dawn singing to me the heat to my tea the caps for my
knee you are the back up stinger of this bee so tell me
honey what you see because I see the better half of me
may our friendship never cease catie please you are the
cat and I am the flea don't you ever scratch me because
friends tolerate the most annoying things of each other so
let the itch be any way I don't think the vet's can separate
you and me there's just to much chemistry.
Angel of assistance
From were did you fall
From heaven?
From where did you fall
from where did you
hear my call
I wanted to say thank you
that's all
that's all
You are the fairest
of them all and you
don't need to ask the
damn mirror on the wall.
I will take the poison apple out
of your hand and take the fall
You are the fairest
of them all and you
don't need to ask the
damn mirror on the wall.
The phone keeps ringing
But I wont dare pick up
Cause I know it's Jerome
Asking me to accompany him to the club.
This is not the first time.
I’ve been ignoring him for days.
But I cant let my friends see
these bruises on my face
I keep going back
To a house of dysfunction
This is not healthy
I need a change...
I need Something.
You physically tried
To pick me up by
my shirt. Look in my eyes
I know you see the pain
Written all over my face.
You look like the devil
Evil as you hold it
I guess you pulled too hard
Because now your fingers' broken
Why would u try to pull me out the house?
I purely hate this moment.
Even after
you put your hands on me
I took you to the hospital
My love: could never be beat.
I listened
As u told lies to the doctors
U got my mind trapped
And day by day its getting harder
All the times
I would hit in defense
I was scared for my life
But I'll only admit it to this pen
'Cause I remember
Them days in the winter
When I would get bent up
And in seconds get sexed up
I think that
my memory
Is gonna be
The death of me
Hiding the bumps
And tears from my mom;
“Nothing” is my response
When she would asked what was wrong.
I know I wasn’t innocent
Cause there were things I did to him
I would only hit first
'Cause I didn’t want to get hurt
You do not know how many times
My mind would SCREAM to get a knife
I never saw the truth before,
but you could have taken my life
I remember getting hit
While my eyes watered cries
The times I did not hit back
Is when he would apologize
Now I know
What these tears are for
They represent
The pain I endured
The wounds go deeper
There are no physical scars
The only ones that are left
Are the ones on my heart.
I hid it from my friends
And even from the world
'Cause I thought that guys
Could only “beat on” girls.
So the next time my friends call
I'm gonna answer the phone
'Cause its been months since
I had to deal with your nice tone
But this is the first time it felt so good to be alone.
Even though the wounds go deeper
And there are no physical scars
My memory can still feel them
You left these bruises on my heart.
....But I Still Loved You
Form:
Isn't it funny how much things change
Isn't it funny how much we crave the things
that never turn out right
like how for 11 years
we crave growing older, growing up
to finally realizing
there's these sets of rules and stupid handbooks
we have to read and follow
read and obey
How did they conceal it so well from us
internet videos and tv screens?
Good to know...
But one thing I've known to never change
no matter how combative I became
no matter how many tempers flared and we became unaware
no matter how the passing of time
kept us further and further apart
Juliet, I've always had you at my side
Juliet, You were always the one to pick me up
Juliet, somehow you always found a way
to see something better in me
when all I saw in my self were battle scars
and a pile of dust
Juliet, Juliet
how do you do it
stay so cheerful and optimistic
Juliet, Juliet
how do you smile so often and say it's okay
I'm just the lover
I guess I'll never understand
just doomed to wonder
Juliet, Juliet
We have said Forever and Always
Always and Forever
I'm never taking it back
but Juliet, Juliet
I don't know if I'll ever say it
when your hands are within mine
but Juliet, Juliet
I can't promise anything
or leave anything behind
I'm behind schedule in my plans
and what I hoped to accomplished
I've been stuck in a rut
since the last time
I said, 'Hey I'm on my way'
Juliet, Juliet
I'm tangled up in you
and my eyes speak to you everyday
that I love you
No matter what
it will never change or fade
just promise me, promise me
in acoustics or in a calm gentle tone
say that you feel the same
I don't know what I'm trying to say
guess I'm swept up in the emotion
of hitting rock bottom again
for I remember everytime
you force a laugh from my voice
force a smile upon my lips
and then I turn out fine for awhile
until your face disappears from my gaze
then square one comes back to be my home
Oh well, it happens
well only to me...
anyway I just wanted to say thank you
for always staying with me
for always just being you
for always looking as gorgeous as you do
I don't know...I don't know
but these words know it for me
Thank you
Always and Forever
Forever and Always
Gray sky’s warm tear drops sad heart
Why do I cry on sight of a blue moon?
There are no flowers to soon to bloom
When is the sun going to shine?
Cloudy days bring rain to my
face
No ray of hope to bring me out of my depression
My sad eyes no longer smile can’t walk a mile
As fast as I use too weak to run away
Must face the noise in my head the tear drops
Cloud my vision the sadness much too deep
To find myself to profound are the scares that I wear
And the pain I can’t not bare to see myself in despair
Broken not ready to be spoken and fix
What’s inside my head the scares have not heal
What I feel is lonely and sad who can I turn to
Who can I trust to pick me up when I stumble and fall?
When those I trusted let me down believing all is fine
I wear the scares black and blue all up and down my arms
On a bad day silent tears comfort me
I am a mire reflection of myself no longer fiscally strong
A reflection of past memories a stronger me happier days
One day at a time fills my days sadness concludes my nights
Worry and despair takes my sleep weakness takes my energy
Aim fading like in eraser used on a sheet of paper
Where is my resolution my conclusion to my dilemma?
Some might say feeling sorry for my self is too easy
Not use to easy nothing came or comes easy in my life
Still I manage to pick myself up not completely healed
A mirror of scares reflection
of past times
Fighting to get back what under the knife took from me
Impossible time to move on easy said than done
Half the person I use to be looks back at me where can I go
When the black clouds fallow me trying to claim
Victory pill popping white coat visits
Stress burning a hole in my head half the person I use to be
A mere reflection looking back at me
Where did I go that early December Morning?
Love ones wait hours gone by to awake not the same
But half the person I use to be no passion lights gone dim
Still fighting to get back to myself and I separated
By health related issues to deep to come back from