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Don’t let the world make you bitter
Don’t let the world turn you cold
Some things that happen when we're younger
Can come back to haunt us when we're old
Things will happen that hurt us
And people we cherish will leave
But everything happens for a reason
This I truly believe
We can all be vulnerable
And our heart can break
None of us are perfect
And we all make mistakes
Always be true to yourself
Don’t pretend to be something you’re not
You’ll find out who your true friends are
Who will accept you no matter what
Life will not be plain sailing
And eventually you will find
That those who mind don’t matter
And the people who matter don’t mind
Pushed up from stomach's abyssmal pit
Choked off cries, constraint deformed
Packed with panic's punches
Right here where words are formed
Throat cords tightly gripped
Resistance rules my holding back
While mouth stammers mind blown shock
Fear sped thoughts fly blindly
Wild-eyed in disconnected space
Beneath pain's radar, dead-ends faced
Cant find escape through tiny slits
In self expression's cut free places
Stripped sounds,unreasoned, so distraught
I'm cramped, wrapped tight, shut up,
Curled up, gone again without a trace.
Mind flails blind at hidden threats
Going to die, my heart attacks me
Going to die, my only thoughts
Half- crazed, clownish acting out
Breathe in, breathe deep, breathe out.
Breathe in, breathe deep, breathe out...Slowly...
Breathe in, breathe deep, breathe out...Slowly...
I feel myself levelling out...Slowly...
Kindness holds keeled heart upright
Kind words rein me in, damp down fright
Caught unawares by calming help
Relief seeps through, soothing thoughts
Shifts gears back to lucid tracks,
Take it easy, take it easy, pressure's off
Life's plain sailing once again
Breath in, breathe deep, breathe out...Sigh...
03/06/2017.
Your voyage began in the summer of 69.
The adventures of life lay ahead.
Though you knew it would not all be plain sailing,
Your four years of prep put you in good stead.
At times, when your sea got quite choppy,
You'd batten down the hatches, as it were.
For both of you knew that after rocky waves
A storm was likely to occur...
After some time, the storm would abate.
In the calm you could recover.
And even though the storm was bad,
You'd grown closer, relied on each other.
As time has gone by it may feel
Like the unsettlement seems to lengthen,
But because you close ranks to wether these storms
Your trust, love and bond does strengthen.
Your ship is one of stability!
Wherever your journey may take you,
I wish you both a " Happy Anniversary! "
And long may your travels continue!
Rob played semi-professional rugby,
From when he was 4 until the age of 21,
When he got a serious spinal cord injury,
Whilst playing that rough game spun.
As part of his rehabilitation sessions,
At Rookwood Hospital, exists in Cardiff,
He played table tennis for his arms,
Which he continued thereafter, his quiff.
That was from 2005, but by ’11’s Euros,
He qualified for London’s Games 2012,
The Paras of tremendous meme flows,
About disability sport, now off the shelf.
But he left lonely and without a medal,
Which made him determined, craving,
So he increased the work and the mile,
He sweat each day, a medal engraving.
He was World No. 6 in 2012, not good,
For him, so he worked on consistency,
And became the Euro Champ good,
In Italy with singles and team tenancy.
In 2015 at the Euros again, in Vejle,
In Denmark, he did the same thing -
Topped the charts with his angle,
In both events - it was plain sailing.
Then, the major victory came in Rio,
The crowd erupted wildly at his win,
Because the tension had been audible,
When he’d wrangled to win gold vin.
Hey, helmeted heads and masked faces
Just doff your boring accessories
Come step into this secluded place
Which makes your mundane minds go crazy
On watery leaves, these little birds glide
Roistering the plain sailing water ride
There, the perky squirrels hoard fallen fruits
Wandering here and there forgetting their route
Butterflies here amaze us by their divine dance
And sometimes they also give us a great chance
Spins the enigmatic web, the signature spider
Writes on all the edges, the welcome letter
Look down and see the tiniest of tiny snails smile
And in pursuit of wonders, I don't need to go miles
In the space of six weeks,
had two operations,
the first was plain sailing,
the second one I began failing.
Everything went wrong,
I caught a super bug,
heart, liver kidneys, lungs
oh and oxygen level sunk.
I was in a scary place,
Elias saw it on my face,
he called the paramedics
for he could not wake me,
our two boys were afraid.
Thank God I was brought back,
two days in ICU four in
the general ward, eventually,
I wanted to come home,
I wanted to wash my
hair and give it a good comb.
The doctor said OK but,
No medicines allowed,
I stuck it out,
I’m feeling better today,
than I did yesterday,
have realized that life is sweet,
and a treat, I will meet,
my maker one day,
and I nearly did,
but it wasn’t my time,
my bell did not chime,
doctors think I caught
a Covid related bug,
Covid is a vagabond, a
rogue and a thug,
will it ever say goodbye,
or does it need humans,
it’s hungry appetite to satisfy.
When we started to share a bed
(After our wedding, it should be said)
Although we knew what we had to do,
We were inexperienced, me and you.
There were books in the library we might try
But, in the end, we were far too shy.
So we ordered the Kama Sutra on line,
In a plain brown wrapper, so that was fine.
Now we’re working through it page by page
(Though the language comes from a bygone age)
It hasn’t been all plain-sailing for me.
I slipped a disc on page fifty-three!
But now we’re getting quite proficient
And what we’re doing must be sufficient.
For the doctor broke the news today
That we’ll need to buy a cot in May.
Pull no punches
Game no Thrones
Salt your favorite food less and less
Undress not in the company of others
unless of course you plan on swimming
And do it then whilst undercover or
in a bolted clock room closet
Never let or give all your very best
secrets away
Maybe keep them well and truly hidden
for another day or moment in time far
more relevant than this
And when you kiss do it with
your eyes wide closed
And if they are not your lover stroke
partner be that rather on the cheek
forehead or nose
So as to not russel to many feathers
and end up sleeping downstairs on
the couch
Even if you don't really mind as it feels
to you much like camping and you can
watch what you want on t.v without the
fear of interruption
Make take and pack yourself lunch
once in a while don't always buy it
from a roadside van or greasy spoon
cafe
Sometimes follow your heart and stick
with your first initial choice and listen
to what your intuition tells you
And I am not saying everything will
be plain sailing and absolutely peachy
in regards to life
But whenever is it or was it supposed
or you told it will be and just exactly
who said that and the reason why
Because that sounds like something
someone would say in order to simply
just placate you
Rather than promise to tell you the
hole truth and nothing but the truth
So help me God
With a lie instead
Pull no punches
Game no Thrones
When it comes to dealing with grown
up adults
As apposed to young children
The first day of a new football season,what does it hold in store
will it be de ja vous,or many goals will score
Boro, always seem, to put you all to hope
the carrot snatched away,but we do have to cope.
It`s always been the same senario,but there was a time
when we hit wembley, twice in one season,and were not in our prime
relegated after, we were deducted points,players we did lack
we held our heads,built our strength,the top flight we were back
Nevertheless, a true Middlesbrough fan,will take the smooth and rough
be it all the good, plain sailing, or just down right tough
but being a mediocre team,we cannot really ask more
what a feeling it is though,when we get a winning score.
.
Anybody, yes, anybody, can do poetry these days, though
getting it published is a tad more difficult.
For that you must be determined and thick-skinned,
irrespective of your talent,
and it’s plain sailing in any case,
if you’re both rich and vain.
You can write about anything, yes anything,
the less you worry about what, the better.
Let it come, doggerel will do
(McGonagall is now in Penguin,
which only goes to show,
recognition comes soon, if you’re lucky,
but otherwise – late).
You can write badly or well.
If you write well, you’re sailing,
but if not, you’re making
a valid socio-economic point.
Your work can be dull or interesting.
If it’s interesting, you’re sailing,
but if not, don’t worry –
some movement will pick you up.
If you rhyme, that’s fine,
you crafty would-be laureate. If not,
who cares? There are plenty who hold
that rhymes are rot.
Be profound or light,
obscure or lucid, daft or bright.
If you’re bright, you’re sailing. If not,
the collective unconscious will undertake,
and if the sales are right, so who’s complaining
on your way to the bank?
Anyone, at any time (I’m pausing
during the marking of my pupils’ atrocious mistakes),
so anyone, yes anyone, can write poetry these days.
But don’t ask me how I know.