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Lindsay Kelly Poem
The mighty line their pockets,
And the workers pay the price.
Racing along in the jaws of the rat,
As we fight for moral life.
Wrongs no longer righted,
Paying through the nose.
Suffering for a wealth of greed,
As apprehension grows.
Domino’s standing in a row,
Just waiting for that push.
Not knowing when it’s coming,
Left dangling on a hook.
Heads just above the water,
Braced for more to come.
Working harder paying more,
Subsidising on and on.
Swallowing the lies no longer,
We're seeing what is true.
The freedom of choice is dwindling,
There’s nothing we can do.
The safety net has long since gone,
Leaving broken and shattered trust.
A nation with fading identity,
Slowly grinding into dust.
What once made us who we are,
Disappears each passing day.
As rules and regulations change,
Human rights are stripped away.
Feared to voice opinions,
Lest we’re branded for our views.
Seemingly cornered, no way out,
Hoping we make it through.
The worst around the corner,
And so much more to come.
Take it on the chin, stiff upper lip,
Left to bravely soldier on?
The mighty fall eventually,
A cycle that time has repeated.
The price is high for working man,
As resources are depleted.
A lump in the throat of the future,
And what awaits us there.
For those we chose to lead us,
Line their pockets, is that fair?
Too blind to see, with carrot dangling,
And now we pay the price.
In a crazy suffocating mess ,
Just another day in paradise.
©.L.Kelly
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A simple observation of the things that people take,
Life in general without it, and the difference it would make.
Grass is always greener on the other side,
Happy to abuse ourselves, while our eyes are open wide.
But what would we then do, if life didn’t need that buzz?
We’d wake up high and wasted, and all consumed with love.
Nothing would ever matter, importantness wouldn’t exist.
Would we plod on regardless, in this natural legal bliss?
The norm would be abnormal, and visa versa too,
We’d tire of it eventually, and look to something new.
With everything so “right on” we’d really should be glad,
But the human nature down side, we want what we can’t have.
We’d bore of happy highs, get tired of that buzz,
Always yearning opposite, nothing seems enough.
The point that I am making, is easy to surmise,
Desire always for different, greed lurks in our eyes.
Always wanting more, a sad fact that is true,
Who can predict temptation and what it makes us do?
Onwards like a driving force, the ultimate we can get,
Be it drink, fags, drugs, sex or work, we’re all caught in the net.
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And so it came to be..
Startling realisation,
It was not as it seemed.
©.L.Kelly
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Marbles...I think that I've lost them,
Please help me search on the floor.
The last clue I had has disappeared,
And bolted it out of the door.
I once had a plot, now I've lost it,
God Darn!! The stress is too much.
When I try to explain, my words mess up,
And I frequently talk double Dutch.
I'm sick of the sight of my cock ups!
An insaneness that’s totally unique.
I just need a clue, no idea what to do,
I'm beginning to think I'm a freak.
I question my own sensibility,
My rare and treasure trait?
What’s going on, my heads in a mess,
How much more can I possibly take!
In hindsight I spose it's expected,
As I’m fast approaching my prime.
Tropical moments and mood swings,
I’m coming back as a man next time!!
©.L.Kelly
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A lonely walk home midsummer in the darkness of the night,
Through the woodland copse with the moon the only light.
A feeling she was being watched raised the hairs upon her neck,
She bent her head down and walked on, increasing her step.
Out of the corner of her eyes she saw a golden ray of light,
It seemed to swallow up the sky and illuminate the night.
She turned and looked again, but the light was there no more,
So she blinked and shook her head, what was it that she saw?
She turned and walked towards where she thought the light had been,
Looked around for some clue as to what she thought she’d seen.
Her imagination was running wild, but she trusted her eyesight,
And knew she’d not imagined that enormous shining light.
Walking back the way she come, she heard rustling in the bushes,
Hesitantly she listened, surrounded in darkness she was nervous.
She heard a small child like whimper coming from a hedge behind,
So she made her way towards it, dreading what she’d find.
On reaching it she heard laughter, yet there was nothing there,
Then she heard footsteps and snapping twigs everywhere.
A strange yellow mist was rising from the ground,
Childish laughter rented the air, in the night the only sound.
She felt something brush her leg, yet there was nothing there,
Her scalp was prickling, she felt something moving in her hair.
She suddenly felt the wetness of a kiss upon her cheek,
Completely took her by surprise, she couldn’t move or even speak.
In the kiss she felt a heart so pure in the magic of this night,
Nothing seemed to matter now, and every thing felt right.
And then she heard a voice whisper softly in her ear,
I do not mean to harm you, there is nothing you should fear.
She felt a presence, she knew not what, but all the while was calm,
Believing in the words she’d heard, that she would not be harmed.
Then as quickly as it happened, she knew she was once again alone,
Whatever happened to her, to this day, is still not known.
©.L.Kelly
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I have wondered at what completeness truly is....
What would “walking on hot coals” actually feel like?
Would completeness really involve that?
And if it did, could I actually do it?
I have wondered at wholeness....
Would I recognise it?
Doubted it could be mine.
Surely I would know?
I have wondered at happiness....
Pondered over its everlasting-ness.
Experienced so much, lost so much.
Had to pinch myself to check it’s real.
I have wondered at undying love....
Whether it was something I could experience?
Believing that it can never die.
A dream to reality, shocked by its intensity.
I have wondered at trust....
Dare I dip a toe in, after bitter experiences?
Leave myself open and venerable?
Then without realising it I find I already do.
I have wondered at finding “the one”...
Whether I would recognise him.
Become the one for someone too.
And you are here, my world is shining.
I have wondered at feeling loved....
Totally without restrictions or reservations.
Envied the mere thought and imagined it.
Now I thank you for being you, and loving me.
©.L.Kelly
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She was a plague epidemic in his heart,
Trampled him in the dirt, tore him apart.
Took the man, wore him clean away,
The more poison she spat, he wanted her to stay.
She left him like the dust settles on the ground,
Shredded his masculinity, while his heart was bound.
Took the very essence of what he could be,
Destroyed and broke his trust, almost greedily.
Now he runs his hands through his dull lank hair,
Unshaven, unkempt, he’s not even aware.
Sanity slackened, immune to the world,
Having listened to the rumours he’d heard.
Barely a thought for how he now must look,
The very foundation of his soul has been shook.
Whispering wrong doings, torturous bliss,
Succumbed to her greed, an addictive kiss.
Broken and humiliated, he rises from the floor,
Reality hit home with the slam of the door.
A mirror gives his image, he is sickened inside,
Realisation of his worth makes his eyes open wide.
Animosity a certainty for what she’s done to him,
Caught up in deceit, her greedy little whim.
Picking himself up, he will begin again,
Give his tender heart some precious time to mend.
©.L.Kelly
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This was written for a very close family member who had lost his way to drugs. I am so
proud of him now, a few years later he has a family, a job and has a strength that many who
have been in the situation he was in, sadly do not have. I sent him this poem when he was
at his ultimate lowest and he said it made him look at what he had become.! He has kept it
and said he doesnt mind me sharing it, even though it is so personal.
What in Gods name are you thinking??
You have willing stepped into a trap.
Walked straight in with your eyes open wide,
To a place where few seldom come back!
As the world around you ceases to matter,
Everything you once cherished has gone.
Oblivious you journey to destruction,
Shunning wisdom, love or help from anyone.
I sit here and hurt for what you’re doing,
Crying tears that you don’t even deserve.
Carried away by something that has swallowed you whole,
As you fade further and further from this world.
I could ask myself ‘why’ a thousand times or more,
Rack my brain for a reason why.
Nobody made you, the choice was yours,
Yet unabashed I still sit here and cry.
I cry for what I know you to be,
And I cry for what you’ve become.
You've turned your back on what matters the most,
And succumbed to a habit, just to keep someone!
I pray that in a moment of rational,
You’ll take stock and want to escape.
Take joy in what’s here and who loves you,
And chew through your chains til they break.
I hurt so much for how you are now,
And I’d give anything for you to get through this.
Just try to look at wisdom in the face,
And runaway from temptations sinister kiss.
You are loved!!
xxxxxxx
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Chip away at the surroundings,
To get to the spoils inside.
Mindless of devastation,
Or the pain as a nation cries.
Off in a new direction,
The agenda must be upheld.
Global unification?
A very grim fairy tale!
Greed on their back as they pillage,
Warmongers with hue and cry!
Fodder sent home in a wooden box,
As more and more people still die!
Freedom and liberty long gone,
As we are snared in the tellers net.
Peasants and squires of near future.
In the worst game of risk ever yet!
Stolen and lost are our rights
As the parasites hold their heads high!
Choking on lies as they spew their untruths
As to why the next country must die!
Nothing it seems will stop them,
Hell bent on their mission it seems.
The ruination of the world...
As they crush its inhabitants dreams!
Turning on their own people
People they should try and protect.
When that trust is gone it’s all over,
Because what do the people have left?
Civilized nations turned monster
By the leaders consumed with greed
No happily ever after....
Just the planting of evil’s seed!
Chip away at the surroundings,
To get to the spoils inside.
Mindless of devastation,
Or the pain as a nation cries!
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Breeze in my face, I no not my destination,
Walking only where my feet will take me.
A frown creases my brow in concentration,
In the hope I may see things more clearly.
The soft lush grass underfoot stretches out,
Like a carpet, the meadow of life lays ahead.
At one with the landscape, no one else about,
Totally at the mercy of my feet and their tred.
As the grass turns to marsh, soggy under foot,
The smell of pond life assaults my senses.
Dragonflies buzz, their colours change as I look,
And the wind gently stirs the rushes.
Not far from view a picture of beauty awaits,
As water boatmen battle across the murky water.
An idle Kingfisher sits and contemplates,
And the herons wade out even deeper.
The sun beats down savage and bright,
Prisms of light dance upon the surface.
A dazzling sight, turning the murk to light,
Totally untouched, simply perfect.
The day idles on, no disturbance, still calm,
Entranced I am reluctant, and linger still.
Totally refreshed, healed inside like a balm,
Caught up in this place, I feel real!
©.L.Kelly
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