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Claire Burke Poem
Turquoise clear water sweeps to my feet
Exotic fruit adventure leads excitement to eat
Hot coconut breeze and soft golden sand
Chanting magic with a Pina Colada to hand
Whispering slush as sea pulls in for nights rest
Songs of wildlife welcoming foreign guest
Tribal surroundings of palm trees and flames
Told stories of stars and mythical names
Becoming the culture dreaming away
Body will leave but soul will stay
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Hello and my name is Claire
I’m twenty three years of age and come from nowhere
When I was young my parents moved around the UK,
Every place we travelled I met friends and had expectations to stay
But he ruined everything, he used to bully mother and give her the odd black
eye
She was so unhappy, always down, I hated seeing her beautiful brown eyes cry
So then she left and I was torn apart with the daunting option Mum or Dad
Either way I had to choose, the biggest decision ever and it scarred me feel bad
See daddies are meant to protect their little princesses and spoil them
something rotten
But what happened between him and me, I have to tell you was ultimately rock
bottom
Not allowed to see my Mum I needed her more than most people will ever know
He beat me to a pulp, busted my nose all with one angry blow
He went away to Amsterdam and boasted about all the gammy prozzies
He bought me odd clothes once and demanded I paraded in my new swim
cosies’
He held my throat upon a wall and smashed into my ribs
All because I was eleven years old and told a few little fibs
He brought home different women and each one I expected was the one
But he’d find fault in each of them and that was my motherly figure gone
Terrified of what mood he would be in when he’d return on home
That was hardly ever though as I spent most of my childhood alone
So upset, victimised sick of perverted, physical, mental, emotional abuse
Is where drink, drugs, self harm, ending myself thoughts were all about to be
introduced
He always called me fat and ugly and humiliated me in front of others
Even in front of his family and his on the job; charm lured lovers
I loved hurting myself and dragging the knife onto my shaking wrist
No one could hurt me anymore than that; not even that maniacs fist
Final blow fourteen, he shouted to me I was not washing the dishes right
I shouted back, he followed; pinned me down and grabbed my child neck real
tight
Screaming and raging he would kill me and that I could not ever escape
Told social services again but they would not act unless I claimed rape
I refused to go back and headed to my mummy to claim my life again
Goodbye forever haunted years, thank you daddy as now I have issues against
most men
Someone told me you’ll grow old alone in a dark room which I know is true
You had your chance and you’ll sure as hell need me before I could ever need
or want you
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Deprivation of the situation,
Starvation proves exploitation
Fascination makes determination
He’s calling but no explanation
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Beautiful painted Vardo’s and smooth olive skin
Glistening from outside and beauty locked pure within
Precious metal of gold; yellow, rose and solid white
Sat by the camps log fire telling stories through the night
Tarot cards of wisdom and future yet to be told
Close as mother nature as they travel through the cold
Crystal balls enchanted with the gypsy ladies blood
Fortune telling so potent that the heart begins to flood
Men of honour proudly leaded by the gypsy king chief
Ladies sleep inside whilst the men all sleep beneath
Mystery arises, can they sense the of deepness of lies
Enchantment and mystical admiring true gypsy eyes
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Creeping in tunnels of red
Dramatic scream raging raw
Confusion weakens flesh
Echoes no more
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Lying snake you feed me a lie
Making me feel insane as your untrustworthy and sly
No more trust in you no more you and I
No more hurt feelings or to whisper a cry
Twisting your deeds as if it is all my fault
When confronting you I come to an ever ending hault
Am I not good enough or am I ugly and bland
Thought you felt nothing as you never hold my waiting hand
We do not cuddle in public or kiss or have any fun
You’re a mysterious chocolate and I am just your unfortunate plain bun
If you think you can do better go out there and see
But I promise you no one will love you as much as me
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Just like football I am passionate for my team
When we score a goal the fans faces beam
Bellows from the stadium like a echo bouncing from the ball
When the other side score our echos gravely fall
Wild as Liverpool and Manchester fans are logger heads are go
Football is the game of England and not only a sporting show
Messi, Rooney, Ronaldo all stars of storming knights
Ladies standing aside with classy heels, skirts and tights
The scores flood people with excitement and fans up to their feet
Some say it’s a religion and some say it performs the heart to beat
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Murky of echoes as ancestors surround them
Dusty whilst heat stuns my skin and breath
The sun settles as the pyramids carve me a memory
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Breathing deeply relaxing the chaotic mind and soul
Stretching to mother nature besotted in the spiritual energies
Mind empty focussing to the enchantment of tradition
Folding bodies flexing into beautiful mind taking positions
Free from anger mind resting from all those everyday thoughts
Meditation unexplainable as one becomes so free
Ending so refreshed feeling the pureness again in me
Claire Burke
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Many people affect our lives but only just a few
Nanas', mothers' and the ones who inevitably love the real you
Nanas' have a past of which are something quite unknown
When Nanas' pass away you sense you'll never be alone
My Nana touched my heart in so many different ways
Everyday I think of her and talk of her in praise
I miss my Nana Olive you was so soft within
Everyone has that delicate side no matter where your life begins
Mothers' carry this effect and bring Nanas' back to life
When Nana passed away my heart thumped from deaths agonising knife
I thank you mother for holding my Nana I see her through your eyes
But she is always around - along with the spirtual spies'
I see my Nana in my Mum and I feel her when I drift asleep
For all those memories of love and smiles is something I'll always keep
I love you Nana Olive - sweetest dreams forever more
I will cuddle you again as you await for me at heavens golden door
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