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Best Poems Written by Tricia Lucas-Clarke

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For Sometimes Love Is Not Enough

Hey sugar I’m defriending you
The time has come to say adeiu
A long time pal who undermines 
the plans I make to change my life.
Sweetly in my life each day 
your crystal heart has caused decay.

Lurking unexpectedly
Any chance to ambush me
You’re hidden there in every bite,
Satisfying, smug delight.
Which I regret everytime
I can’t stop, once I taste:
My heart beats
Eyes dilate
I’ve fallen for your sweetened charm.

But sometimes love is not enough 
Your honied calI I must rebuff.

Addicted! 
I try so hard to give you up

All my life you’ve been there
Pretend to give, but you don’t care
For the chaos left behind:
Rotten teeth and heart disease
Diabetes, swollen knees
Expanding waist, 
Bloated face
Your reputation in disgrace.

You have to go!
Your time is up!
A wholesome friend is what I want.
Take your saccharine caress elsewhere.

Now l stand my ground, I’m being tough
For sometimes love is not enough.

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If Someone Loves You

A cover’s no way to judge a book
The first few words is all it took
To open up the memory chest
Of a dark past so long suppressed.

Like a dog let off its lead
The words are sticks I must retrieve
To read of someone else’s pain
The threats, the violence and the shame.

Lying curled up in a ball
Drunken menace in the hall
Racing heart cannot prevent
Looming shadow, no consent.

Calloused hands move from neck to arms
Leave no bruise or signs of harm
“I didn’t hurt you, you are mine
Say no again, I will next time”.

Each leaf turned brings back a time
When this memoir echoed mine
Tale unfolds upon each page
Tells of horrors, threats and rage.

I can’t take this anymore
Throw the book down on the floor
Sitting reading will not stop
All the heart ache and the rot.

If someone loves you, they won’t do
All these dreadful things to you
No person should endure this hell
Stop it now, it’s time to tell.

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At Last

Scared of a shadow
Scared of the phone
Scared of the dark
And being alone.
Will you come and get me
Break down my door
Lying in the dark
Footsteps on the floor.
Twenty years of haunting
A voice inside my head
Hiding
Remembering
A life-time of dread.
Contentment and happiness
A life that you don’t know
I’ve exorcised your ghost
It’s time for you to go.

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1st July 1916

Brother, Brother
Father, Son
Nephew, Cousin
Lay as one.

Some together
Some alone
Some are named
And some unknown.

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Harsh Light

She walks in to the disco 
Feeling pretty hot
Glances from the others 
Tell her that she’s not.
Killer heels do just that
Lips a cupid bow
Drops her Prada handbag
Wrinkles start to show.
Downs a quick Bacardi
Drinking makes her bold
Confidence is growing
Away from her cuckold.

Geezers in the corner 
Laugh into their pints
Quick one round the back
Better than a fight.
Twenty each, bet is on,
First one out the door
Get another round in
Won’t take long for sure.
Lads all start to cheer him
Barely heard above the beat
Sweat pours down his forehead
Glass beneath his feet.


Heads off to the ladies
Startled by harsh light
Best friend at her side
Two cougars in the night.
She looks into a mirror
Mascara down her cheeks
Wipes her eyes, full of doubt 
The company she seeks.
Another bottled Breezer
The pain will go away
Think about tonight
How to make him pay.

First attempt, chat her up 
Give out some on blarney
Flashy car, lots of cash, 
Time spent in the Army.
Down in one, more to drink 
Atmosphere is cool
Muscle flex, turns her nose
Starts to feel a fool.
Offers her a lift home
Does she want a ride
Drop off by the station
Should she keep her pride.


Love bite on the shoulder
Hopes it can’t be seen
Stomach churns with sickness
How stupid she has been.
Gets home Sunday morning
Feeling really cheap
Clock shows 4 am
Really needs to sleep.
Old man in drunken stupor
Whisky glass beside
Slithers into bed
Sleep is where she hides.

Later in the day
She’ll be chatting on the phone
Talking of the weekend
How she was not alone.
Was it really worth it
It doesn’t solve a thing
Bitter clouds descend
Floor begins to spin.
On the other side of town
Down another street
A wife is full of tears
Her husband is a cheat.

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Colourblind

Washed my face
Curled my hair
Doesn’t make much difference
You’ll still stare.

Cleaned my shoes
Best dress on
Want to make friends
But you just make fun.


Four years old
First day at school
I still remember
You were so cruel.

Carried on 
till the day I left
Made life hell
Always felt bereft.

Made me question
Made me strong
Why are people’s 
Views so wrong?

So teach your children
To be kind
Be good in their hearts
And colour blind.

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Chocolate Coffee Biscuit Brown

Chocolate coffee biscuit brown
See the dusky girl in town
Coffee mocha honey skin
Amber eyes are full of sin.

Black is dark and white is light
In between for just one night
Precious saffron taste of wine
Violet scented rose divine 

Guilty pleasure, bittersweet
Enchanted eve where to worlds meet
Morning sunlight shining through
Door was open no-one knew.

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Sunburn

When we were kids we used to climb trees,
Get grubby hands; scrape the skin off our knees.
We jumped in deep puddles and made big mud pies,
But what you said next made me shudder inside.

You sat in the sun; I sat in the shade,
With mum’s homemade ice cream and pink lemonade.
We shared all our secrets, our comics and toys;
Had the same pin ups and kissed the same boys.

As we sat with our wine and thought of the past,
Of the fun that we’d had; a shadow was cast.
You said I was black and the dirt didn’t show,
I was speechless with shock, but you didn’t know.

As you sit in the sun, turning darker than me
I try to figure out the way that you see.
How do I tell you, will you understand?
An off hand remark, burns inside like a brand.

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I Walk Alone

I walk alone along the street
Faces blur, I just see feet
As I push my way out through the crowd
I’m not here, I’m falling down 
Breathing out, breathing in
Dark and black through my head spin.

I walk alone full of despair
Some people turn, some people stare
No-one can help me, some have tried
To ease the pain the tears inside
The tightness grips my heart, the pain
Will never leave, my life’s in vain.

I walk alone my love has died
A cruel and twisted turn in life
My lips are numb, my feet are lead
Please someone help me clear my head
Despair and rage I stumble down
Some helps me off the on the ground.

I walk alone this busy street
Some heads turn, some others greet
My mouth is dry I cannot speak
The dreadful words I must repeat
He’s dead, he’s died my child has gone
War has taken my brave son.

I walk alone, freedom is won
In this land where I belong
But others do not have the choice
Freewill to act or sound their voice
We tried to help, protect, survive
But is their hope worth all our lives?

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Step Into the Garden

Potash and compost, tomatoes and rose,
Back in your greenhouse where everything grows.
The gurgle of water, filling the can,
To water my memories of holding your hand.

Prize-winning carnations, striped candy floss pink,
Clove scented blooms, you give me a wink.
I step into the garden, maybe you’re there.
With a trowel in your hand, on an old garden chair.

Mousseline and Pompom, Juno, Khayyam.
We picked all the petals and turned them to jam.
Sweet tasting strawberries, with roses we strew
Stirring together, a red glistening brew.

The other’s they mourn you over cups of hot tea, 
but  here in your garden, it’s just  you and me.
Time with my grandpa, my happiness flows,
As I think of you growing, a carnation and rose.