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Best Poems Written by Tracy Mcfayden

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A Bad Day

Cloudy turbulent skys full of destruction,
Clap of thunder the downpour begins,
Sandbags piled up the door,
Waves are lashing the shore,
Flooding begins to start,
The drains can't cope they overflow,
And still the deluge continues,
The sandbags not enough,
Flood water gains access,
Furniture piled up high,
The rain just doesn't care,
Flooding gets higher and on the stirs,
It's time to evacuate leave now

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Unsinkable

She grew resplendent on the docks,
Growing upwards from below,
A magnificent sight to behold,
A luxurious hotel to sail the sea,
Rich, famous and poor all looked on in awe,
"Unsinkable" they said,
But mistakes where made,
Hitting an iceberg below, she slowly sank,
Some saved but most died,
The fascination with the Titanic to be evermore,
Sitting on the bottom of the sea bed rusting away,
A monument for those that stayed on board.

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My Country

This land I live on,
This nation so big,
It's been here thousands of years,
Customs and traditions loved by everyone,
We have our royal family and our queen Elizabeth,
We sing our national anthem,
Our flag the union jack we fly,
With pride we sing Rule Britannia,
I love my country it fills me with pride,
We have had our trial and tribulations,
The last few years have been hard,
We will not be cowed by anyone ..... ever,
This is our country our nation,
This is GREAT BRITAIN.

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The Beach

Sand cool and gritty underfoot,
Pebbles here and there,
The odd shell peeking out,
The beach can be a wonderful place,
It its treated right.

Buried in the sand are hidden dangers,
Broken glass, plastics and cigarette butts,
Your rubbish you left behind,
Dont you care.

Needles discarded and buried in the sand,
Sand used like a toilet by dogs and humans alike,
Dirty nappies thrown down,
That's dirty,
Dont you care.

Clean up after yourselves,
Dont leave your rubbish behind,
Show you care.

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Kath

KATH

The years have gone by,
Your older so am I,
You have a blank expression upon your face,
Sitting in your chair.

The things you tend to do,
It's more than just old age,
We reminisce about the past
Remembering days gone by,
Ask about two days ago and your lost.

Talking the other day you looked at me and said,
"I will forget you to" ..... then looked away so sad,
It's getting harder to cope each day,
I'm scared to leave you alone.

I look at care homes on the internet,
Till I'm sure I've found the one,
That day you went I will never forget,
You said  " when am I coming home" I looked away and cried,
Within a month or so you forgot your home,
I wish it was just old age.

Dedicated to my friends mum

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The King

The king
   
                    Not a royal,
                Yet he was a king,
               Rocking and rolling,
                      You sang,
   Black hair, blue eyes and that quiff,
   Gyrating pelvis, those moving legs,
               The oldies not keen,
  Girls going wild plus the odd boy too,
  The voice of a god, so good looking,
               He was an actor to,
                Died way to young,
               Will always be known,
             The King of rock and roll.

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Growth

Born is when it all begins ....... life,
Male or female a child of the times,
Natured hopefully by parents,
Loved through childhood ..... hopefully 
Trying to be the best, you could be anything do anything, 
Taking control of your life,
Quiet or full of life,
Large or small,
Happy or sad,
Its all part of life.

Older and wider,
Mistakes made,
Help needed and given,
Tales that could be told,
Secrets kept and secrets shared,
No two lives are the same,
Many twists and turns,

Maybe there will be marriage and  babies,
For others a career,
It's all hard work witch ever one,
One will pay well in money,
The other pay in love,
Which will be chosen?,

Old with wrinkles now,
Worry lines and laughter lines,
Not sure how much spring is left,
The bodies slowing down,
The mind is still sharp,
At the end is death,
A new beginning.

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What Size

In my teens nothing bothered me,
Size 10 I could eat what I wanted,
My weight wasn’t something I worried about,

In my twenties and in my prime,
Size ten to twelve I watched what I ate,
Aerobics and weightlifting became my thing,
To keep my flat tum and tight bum,

In my thirties and two kids later now a twelve to fourteen,
My tum was bigger flabbier but not my bum,
I was always on one diet or another.

In my forties and now a size sixteen,
I have a big big tummy and slightly saggy bum,
Do I diet or exercise no not a lot,

Now in my fifties and a size !!!!!!!!   eighteen,
I totally given up on the dieting,
With an underactive thyroid I dont see the point,
Now with a slight double chin and bingo wings,
Tum hanging low but bums ok it looks good in jeans 
I've not mentioned two things they flew south years ago.

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I Hide It Well

It started when my 7 year old son was diagnosed with adhd/odd,
You have no rest taking care of a child with a disability,
Years went by I did all I could nobody knew or asked,
I would cry over the smallest thing then shake it of and carry on,
In my late 30s I was diagnosed with my own disability.

I had to stop working that made it worse,
So embarrassed I hid it never asked for help,
Living on benefits it paid the bills,
The government changed the rules to get people back to work,
Medicals where done with an unfair system,
When I failed my medical told I could work,
I knew that I couldn’t go on.

I went to see my gp,
She said to me "your shaking and self harming I can see",
Diagnosed with depression and anxiety,
At the medical tribunal the previous was overturned,
That helped me enormously,
Now on medication I manage to hide my depression well,
You wouldn’t know to look at me that I have,
                  Depression and anxiety.

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Past, Present, Unknown

We had another lockdown,
Just a month that time,
Now on a tier system are you 1, 2 or 3?
Guidelines were the same as before ..... mostly,
Did people follow them? Or just ignore them?
Some rules twisted to suit.

Christmas is not far away,
We have been given 5 days and a three household mix,
That's to long and to many I see more becoming ill,
Still people on oxygen in ICU some dying,
It's so alarming I'm scared are you?
Keep washing hands, sanitizing and wearing a mask,
Stay at home as much as you can,
It's not hard to follow,

The furlough was extended to march,
What do they know,
Will there be another lockdown?
I see next year been much of the same,
Do you?