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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.

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.

Stolen

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

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?

Insomnia

She lays there awake with eyes closed
Listening to the constant tick tock tick.
Listening to him breathe in and out,
She lies there unable to sleep.

She watches the clock digits changing
one by one, minute by minute.
She is waiting patiently,
Waiting for the slumber deep.

She hears the ghosts of night,
Cars, dog walkers and drunks
Passing by the window.
Still there is no sleep.

She lies there thinking
Is this what it is like?
Torture? Deprivation?
Still there is no slumber deep.

She lays there awake with eyes closed
Listening to the constant tick tick tick.
Listening to him breathe in and out,
She lies there still unable to sleep.

Power

Is power worth the war?
Worth the life loss?
Worth the sight
Of families mourning
Sons and fathers,
Wives and daughters,
Brothers and sisters?

Is religion worth
The guns and bombs,
The fights and screams
Of a dying child
In a Father's arms
While the Mother cries
At the injustice?

What is the point?
We are but animals
In a world of power
Controlled by Nature.
We have no power,
We just fight
For survival.

Arachne

The spider sits and weaves the finest silk
From twig to branch so bare.
This art of arachnid woven lace
Catching dew in the morning air.





special thanks to David Palmer who takes amazing photos for the inspiration for this.

Curiosity

Curiosity grabs the youth
What’s that? Over there! Look!
Strange object with hard cover,
That’s what we oldies call a book.

He picks it up with great interest,
The words all printed in black.
Touched him like a miracle
Imagination flooding back.

From great heroic deeds,
To adventure and romance,
Fiction and non fiction
Go on, give printed books a chance!

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Crystal clear night sky.
Stars and moon shining brightly,
Fields turn green to silver,
Millions of tiny diamonds,
Sparkle in the early morning light,

Summer over, swallows gone.
Starlings arrive en mass;
Form large black clouds,
That dance in the evening sky,
Like an avian corps de ballet.

The wind has changed.
Geese fly over calling ,
“This way, the lake is this way”.
They are just visiting us
For their winter vacation

Animals in hiding.
In burrows and nests.
Stocked up with food
For the long duration,
Of cold, intemperate nights.

Early morning, sun rises.
Bringing only light.
No longer warming the air.
Battling with the north wind,
For climatic supremacy.

Once

Once I was young,
Living life.
Now, older
Maybe not wiser.
Looking back I remember;
Sometimes with regret,
Sometimes with tears of laughter,
Sometimes with a wry smile.
At the past.

Sorry...

Sorry
The word that tries to explain away a million sins.
Sorry
for your loss (even though we never liked them).
Sorry
for lying (I never thought I would get caught).
Sorry
for keeping you awake (get a life and get out of bed).
Sorry
The easiest word to say, hardest to imply with honour.
Sorry.

Harvest moon

He glows,
Imitating Sister Sun.
Harvest Moon,
Casting midnight shadows.
Round face,
Huge, full and smiling.
The world,
Illuminated by moonlight.

Waiting

She waited for his arrival
And knew it would not be long,
She didn’t like to be kept waiting,
Hoping nothing had gone wrong.

She waited a little longer.
Where was he? Why so late?
She began to worry,
How much longer must she wait?

Suddenly she knew it!
He is coming, on his way,
She was ready now to hold him,
Her new baby, born today.

The strangest beauty

The season is changing
Leaves fade from green to brown
A single rose, struggles to hold on to summer*

The wind is blowing
Leaves fall from the trees
Like tears mourning over a lost love

The strangest beauty
Of the dying summer
Captured with Nature’s palette






*inspired by my dear friend Lisbeth in Norway who wrote that line on a forum

Aurora, the Tricky Lady.

She dances in the cold night sky,
Over the northern lands.
Showing the folds and shades,
Of her sheer, simmering gown.
She bewitches all who see her,
In the cold northern night.
The mystery of her existence,
The “Tricky Lady” always enthralls.