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The Beautiful After Life

Midnight - as I look up into the clear black sky scattered with millions of sparkling stars:

I see you dancing, twirling and pirouetting with beautiful angels
I see the sparkling blue, pink and purple sequins of your dress
I see the dusting of gold glitter on angel wings gently shimmering 
I see the bright blue of your twinkling eyes and your blonde haloed hair
I see you throwing bright white stars shooting across the black sky
I see you wandering the Milky Way as if through fields of golden corn
I see your joyful laughter creating perfect paintbox rainbows
I see you resting, curled up in the waxing crescent of the moon
I see your glassy teardrops falling as clear cut diamonds
I see you energetically playing hop scotch on Cassiopeia
I see you lounging on soft white fluffy cumulus clouds
I see you in another world, another existence
I see you happy and carefree
I see you every night

13th February 2019

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Mary King's Close

Mary King’s Close

Set underneath the cobbles
Below the Royal Mile
The close is dimly lit
You can visit there awhile

Go back into the past
Explore the narrow wynds
Live the overcrowding
Get inside their minds

Look out for scurrying rats
As they scavenge to survive
A battle of the shrewd
Where rats appear to thrive

See where chamber pots were emptied
Into the streets below
Gardyloo the warning shout
The one you needed to know

Within these city walls
Is where the plague broke out
Death was more than likely
Of that there was no doubt

Many people perished
A horrible painful death
Suffocated and poisoned
To their very end breath

Not all the dead have gone
Some spirits stayed behind
It’s a fact that they are evil
Sinister, they are inclined

If your heart starts racing
Hairs rise upon your neck
A spirit may be lurking
Very slowy - - turn and check

If a spirit you do disturb
To the exit I advise
For these spirits are demonic
Heed my words and be wise

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The Haunting

The sleeping man awoke filled with dread
Not a sound to be heard he lifted his head
A leg suspended from the end of the bed
Was swiftly grabbed by hands of the dead

He was flung to the floor with a mighty thud
Dragged out to the garden and into the mud
Cast out and discarded - there he lay in a flood
Which turned out to be a volume of blood!

Arms flailing wildly he swam through the gore
Ghosts floating beside him totalling four
As one jumped inside him he began to soar
Flying higher and higher away from the floor

The ghost using his body he began to glide
Like a roller coaster he was afraid of the ride
He wished he could close his eyes and hide
His life surely over he thought as he cried

Having seen what it wanted the ghost did leave
Guiding him back down to earth by his sleeve
What would his wife think would she believe
If the ghost had killed him would she grieve

Ashamed and filled with disgust and disgrace
As quickly as he could he packed his case
This manor - never again would he grace
One sleepless night was enough in this place

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As I Walk In Your Shoes

When I put your shoes on
My feet are wet and cold, you are homeless

When I put your shoes on
My feet hurt, you are in so much pain

When I put your shoes on
My feet are heavy, you have so much responsibility

When I put your shoes on
My feet drag, you don’t want to live another day

When I put your shoes on 
My feet are tired, you have worked 20 hours straight

When I put your shoes on
My feet are bruised, you have been beaten

When I put your shoes on
My feet are loved, by another woman

When I put your shoes on
My feet are bound, you have been taken 

When I put your shoes on 
My feet are scared, you are being bullied

When I put your shoes on
My feet are drugged, you are addicted

When I put your shoes on
My feet just are, I don’t know what colour your skin is

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Baby Face Whats You Thinkin

My mum and dad are over there
Waving my bottle without a care
They know its making me mad
But say I’m still a handsome lad

My eyes are on that prize
They say I need to rise
Up on my hands and knees
But I think I’m going to sneeze

There’s a tickle in my nose
Reaching way down to my toes
Something happening in my nappy
They will say is really crappy

My mum is smiling at me
As she sits and drinks her tea
Now I’m wriggling in this mess
I wonder should I confess

For it’s really not very nice
Yet they still try to entice
I’ve to do something called crawl
When all I want to do is bawl

I wonder if I cry
Will I stop having to try
For I am now very frustrated
This they should have anticipated

Maybe dad will pick me up
I’ll drink my bottle before I burp
Then I can have my nap
As I sit upon his lap

19/1/19

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Baby Face What's You THINKIN Poetry Contest 
Sponsor: James Edward Lee Sr.

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Footprints

Footprints - bare in the wet sand
Mine following joining yours
For you asked and you promised
And on your word I gave them you

Each step we took side by side
Our footprints together we left
Memories for but a short time
Forever engraved in my mind

Towards the shore the wind blows
Waves distracting as they land
Rippling across the surface
White bubbles caressing sand

The tide creeps in ever so slowly
Waves lapping advancing the shore
Hiding and stealing our footprints
So that we are visible no more

Waves crashing white surf churning
Footprints tumbling and breaking
Wave after wave cold froth forming
In its wake but a broken union

Now my own steps I walk lonely
Sinking deep in the soft white sand
Far from the foamy shore I wander
No longer there to hold my hand

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Experience Spirituality

Let eyes close lightly 
Breaths go slow
As darkness takes over
Colours will glow

From another 
Words are said
Using my voice 
Inside my head

Images now
Places seen
Which in this life
I've never been

Now emerging
From this trance
Messages passed
A loved one's chance

Only they will know
The meaning of such
Sent from a spirit
A loving touch

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Confessions of a Driving Instructor

Confessions of a Driving Instructor - yes I was one in a previous life and this is just a bit of fun!

I get paid to sit down all day
It must be the easiest job you say

But far too many blind spot checks
Leave me with a wonky neck

Each time that you crunch the gear
My body tenses up with fear

To round a corner turn the wheel
My nerves are surely made from steel

When I say left and you turn right
I think that you are not so bright

I glad I have my dual control brake
Without this lives would be at stake

Please don’t stall at traffic lights
I’m sure you do it just to spite

On hill starts you always roll back
I wish that you would get the knack

And when too hard you press the brake
I know whip lash is going to ache

I know you’re nervous and you sweat
You always leave my car seat wet

While you drive around in glee
I really need to have a pee 

When its time to sit your test
I cross my fingers, hope for the best

If on the day you deem to fail
Please try not to cry and wail

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The Gate

The tall black gates 
Loom high above 
Barely seen 
In the shadows of 

The surface blemished
As paint flakes peel
Long forgotten
This gate of steel

As closer I move
My movements stalked
Distorted shapes
My path now blocked

Menacing up close
Their soul comes alive
With a stark warning
These gates strive

Unseen tree branches 
Swoop down low
Protecting the steel
Entrapping my woe

I drop to the ground
Trembling and scared
Limbs reach out for me
This close I dared.
This poem is inspired by a gate I saw in a dream.

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Still You Held My Hand

You held my hand and asked me to dance
We danced and you held my hand
You didn’t look into my eyes
      - Still you held my hand

My fingers gently caressed your back
You were aware of my barest touch
You didn’t look into my eyes
      - Still you held my hand

We danced again, my touch grew stronger
You wanted it to, you whispered
You didn’t look into my eyes
      - Still you held my hand

We danced together in the crowd
There was no crowd just us
We danced together you and I
 - And still you held my hand

I wondered what may come
I wished for what may happen
You wanted to, you whispered	
As still - you held my hand

Your touch I felt so gently
At first I wasn’t sure
And then your touch came stronger
      - You wanted to

I heard you whisper to yourself
I understood your reasons
You wanted to, you whispered
As still - you held my hand

Our lips came close together
And just before they touched
You wanted to - you whispered
As still - you held my hand

Your lips touched mine so briefly
You wanted to - you would
Your lips met mine so softly
You wanted to - you could

We looked into each other’s eyes
You wanted to - you couldn’t
We looked into each other’s eyes
You wanted to - you wouldn’t

21st January 2019