The 50

The Courageous 50

They are working,

The fifty,

To save their country

To prevent disaster.

They are risking,

The fifty,

Death and disease

To save the many.

They work endlessly,

The fifty,

To prevent the risk of

Nuclear meltdown.

We must not forget,

The fifty,

The courageous

Of Fukushima.

8.9

The ground quakes.
Buildings shake with ferocity.
The earth is torn apart beneath us.

Tsunami moves.
Relentlessly flowing overland,
Consuming all in its destructive path.

*Giant whirlpool.
Fills the screen as an eye,
With a boat as a dirt fleck near the centre.*

Panic ensues.
Man realises he is helpless
Against the angry power of the Earth.






*with thanks to Caitlin Moran ( @caitlinmoran) who's tweet inspired this.

Return

Crocus and snowdrops
Herald the change.
Daffodils to follow
Nests to arrange.
Lambs in the field,
The hope that they bring.
Time to acknowledge
The return of Spring.

All I see

Look at me what do you see?
A woman, a mother, a lover?
A daughter, a sister, an aunt?
A teacher, a carer, a worker?
A cook, a cleaner a nurse?
A poet, a crafter a witch?
All I see is me.

Who, what, where, why.

Who am I ?
Questions buzzing through my brain.
Where am I ?
Nothing looking twice the same.
What am I ?
Words going round, my head messing.
Why am I ?
Leaving me, myself guessing.

Just another go.

Let me have another go,
Just a fiver for the online bingo.
I'm bound to win at some point you know
Let me have another go.

Let me have another go,
Just a tenner for the online bingo.
I'm bound to win at some point you know
Let me have another go.

Let me have another go,
Just a twenty for the online bingo.
I'm bound to win at some point you know
Let me have another go.

Let me have another go,
I won 50p, I told you so.
I'll win more at some point you know
Let me have another go.

No one

I cry for help,
In the dark,
But no one is coming.
They have gone,
They are not there.
All have left.
I am alone.

One

One to help me sleep,
One to wake me up.
One to get me going,
One to slow me down.
One for the nausea,
One for the migraine.
One to solve the side effects
Of one of the others.

Stolen

He stole it.
With soft words
And a silver tongue.
I was left,
Abandonded.

For Dean and Ali

The picture is finally complete.
Joining of hearts
Sharing life and love.
Perfect halves, making perfect whole.

He

He sits there,
A shadow,
Invisible.
No communication,
No movement ,
No independence.
Spoken about,
Spoken at,
Never to.
Things get done,
He cannot "do".
His life is lived,
But he has no life.
He has no voice,
He is trapped,
In crowded isolation.

Pain

Four letters
That continually
Drive me insane..

PAIN.

The point is?

Why
Do we think
That spending money
On useless items
Is good?

Why
Is buying
The latest gadget
More important
Than food?

Why
Do I see
After Christmas Season
Unwanted gifts
Discarded?

What
Is the point
Of indebtment
For a day
Of excess?