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John Scotter Poem
There comes a time
Looking back on this life of mine
They say it’s a mid life crisis
It’s more like times oasis
In the mist of memory’s
Some clear some faint
Looks like I’ve not been a complete saint
The ladder of time reaches high
memories locked in the minds eye
Step by step we see the past
Each run the ladder so vast
One or two we need to forget
But often they slip through the net
Keep all memories good and bad
Be Happy not sad
Memory is a snapshot of time
No one can take them
They are all mine.
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Colour hides in a whitely glow
every colour we’ve ever known
Reflective rays a spectrum show
Coloured days, names and numbers
See the world through coloured wonders.
Think in colour, don’t you?
Your name clearly blue
Synaesthesia your my life
Colouring my every thought
Spectrum white and every sort
Close my eyes and you are there
Years of coloured thoughts to share.
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Disagreement filled messages
Miss-understanding cross fire
Every word become specimens
Parting waves of emotions
Filling hearts with hurt
Leaving splitting devotion
New day shines it’s enlightenment
Is this meant to be
Time to consider whats right for me
Friends they gather with advice
Time to think
I’m free no more in the vice
New friends they welcome me in
Hurt and pain shared
Thoughts of isolation grow thin
The future is bright
New plans in place
No more will you see my sad face.
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Shock horror Parkinson’s
Grab this fate and run
Medication, Physiotherapy, great fun
Messing with my mind, Mr. P digs in
The chase is on to kill and not let him win
Voice down and
hoarse
Voice therapy of course
Going stiff and pain everywhere
My minds about to blow
Joined SLTPD my life started to glow
Help and friends, a positive I must say
Makes MR P so angry, I am winning every day.
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RTears of joy roll down my face
Your words they touch my heart
love is with us we’ve won the race.
Our lives are just beginning.
Together we will live on
Bonded like the notes of a great song
Our song lives on forever
A joy for everyone
Our light forever shinning
A bond so very strong
Now you had to leave me
To heaven you have gone
My heart is so saddened
but our love lives on
Your here in my heart
Your light for me to see
Until we are reunited
It will be, just me.
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Pools of water sparkle in the sun
Rays of light having fun
The buzz of life is all around
A dragon fly passes by
Wings flapping how great that sound
The grasses whisper in the wind
As bee’s flirt with their nectar
Butterflies gentle flutter by
Dancing on the flowers like my mind
Splash a sound disturbs the peace
A fish catching food, catches the sun
My thoughts drawn to his domaine
Life in the river my thoughts insane
I cast my line across the river
It floats down stream as silent as the night
This ancient windy river
it’s prize of fish it fails to deliver.
Peace is what I collect
Even with an empty net
Rays of light from everywhere
The gentle wind I can bear.
The sounds of nature in my head
Recharges my soul for times ahead.
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Resentment and Rage
Such a sweet lady
Chatters away on messenger and WhatsApp maybe.
Becomes a life line of care
Both ways we share
Closer and closer we fall
My soul, I gave her my all
Looking forward to a future of union
Love in versions not mine
Sends out words to define
Differences to great
Love so pure, no hate
Without a word gone
Stab in the back, cast aside
No explanation from her side
Resentment, anger, hurt and rage
This is the last chapter and page.
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Such a little feisty baby
It’s a girl they say
Pushing away her mum from the very first day
Where is my Dad from the start
Daddies girl at heart.
Such a sweet little girl,singing dancing, laughing, jumping around
Such a joy of her sound
Growing up to be a girl
Follow in dads shadow
Life in a whirl
Teenage years with all its demands
Boys and work and all lives harms
Moving out to be with him
The nursing home a place of sin
My worry was for her care
To interfere or not a nightmare
Back home to mum and dad
No more reason to be sad
Off to Buddhism together we go
Finding our centre and mind control
Peace in our hearts a glow
A lifetime lesson we got to know
Dad leaves and breaks your heart
We were never destined to be apart
You have your life with another love now
Off to Scotland I did allow
Broke my heart in return
One of life’s lessons I did learn
Married now both we are
Distance is far to far
Never apart joined by our bond
Heart to heart, soul to soul, eternal, divine.
Nothing can part this special bond
Father daughter, special friend
Spiritually bonded to the end.
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Copy and paste how could you say
My original thoughts written to you that day
I plead your love not to take
copy and paste gave me heart ache
It’s all from my heart and not a copy
No need to overthink with your autopsy
Copy and paste is what I would do
To bring you back to the me and you
My lasting thought is to be
Copy and paste was all you could see
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# Hotel without breakfast
Tree lined country road
The day is about to erode
Hotel sign flashed past
Somewhere to stay at last
Sunset shining through the trees dreaming of hotel beds
Looking forward to stretching my legs
Half a mile I think it said
I hope they have a lovely bed
Here we are
Looking good so far
I hope they have a bar
Have you a room for the night
Double bed right
Overnight slept so well
Despite the place looking like hell
Ghosts they stay here for fun
I’m sure I saw one
Hungry after no dinner
Full English would be a winner
Finding dinning room
Empty, no sign of anyone
feeling a sense of gloom
Off to reception no one there
This is a laugh do they care
Here comes someone through the door
What times breakfast is what I’m here for
Sorry it’s bed only my dear
I thought you knew.
What a disappointment through and through.
Hotel without breakfast
This will be our last
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