Waiting to Die

When I posted this poem I felt I had to add a little footnote, as it were, it sounds so morbid and it is.  I felt it necessary to explain where the idea came about.  It was over seven years ago when I attended a creative writing course. Where one of the students who works in an residential home quoted something a resident said to her.  she said 'I never knew it would take so long to die'


posted fb11/06/13

#130 Didn’t Know it Would Take So Long

She said she was waiting

Didint’ know it would take so long

Said she has seen so much

Said she was tired

Doesn’t know where it went wrong

All she knew was she was waiting

Didn’t want to see anymore

Said she was waiting

Waiting her turn

As if it was a fairground ride

She said she has waiting

She has had the ups and downs

Remembers happier times

Time with family

Time with friends

Time with loved ones

Time well spent

Time gone

Not to be repeated again.

She said she was waiting

Been waiting all her life

Don't know why it was taking so long

As she said she was ready to die

We Owe it to the Children

On my daily travel after I have dropped my daughter school and I am half way home, I regularly see a mother and her three children, casually sauntering into school, at least 15 minutes after the bell has rung.  I want to say something to her, like hurry up.  I feel it isn’t my place as I don't know her.  I noticed today the girl lagging behind and looking very sad, imagine the shame of arriving into class every day 15 minutes late.  

posted fb 10/6/13

#129 Times it by Three

Late again

I am confused

Late again

There is something you are doing

That you have to lose

Late again

Late times three

Thats education missed

Not to be repeated

This is not a twitter account

It will not be retweeted

At the end you will ask why

Ask why ,

Why do you not even try

Do you think these rules do not apply

Someone is delusional

Someone is living in a lie

The authorities should be notified

Maybe there is more going on

That doesn't meet the eye

How difficult can it be?

All you have to do is get one ready

Then times it be three

Share but please don't steal my work

As soon as I started sharing my poems on fb, I knew they were good, as people were concerned about the fact that others could steal my work.  I believe I have a message to convey, this is my message.  I just want my work to get out there.  Also my poems are from a very personal view point, my point is if you haven’t experienced it how can you claim it as your work,.  Every poem I have ever written I know the background behind it and how it took shape form and came about....

posted fb 08/06/13

#128 These are My Poems

You scripting writing whore

You take my words and make them yours

Is it that easy?

You take you take

I still produce more

You try to explain

What you were feeling

You are a parasite

You live off others

You have no feelings

You fabricate an explanation

Of how these words came about

Liar! liar! thats what I  will shout

Tell me how you wrote those words?

What came first

The hook?

The rhyme?

Or the verse?

What were you feeling

What pain were you going through?

What wound so deep

Scar so sore

Tell me tell me tell me more

These are symptoms of healing

They are not your words

They are not your rhymes

These are my poems

This is my life

I live and breathe poems

Both day and night

Put down your pen

Stand back from the mic

These are not your poems

They are mine

What if he Isn't The One???

This poem started as a muse about relationships, then went off on a tangent.  I am an artist I had to allow it to take it's natural course...



posted fb 07/06/13

#127 What if he isn’t the one

What if he isn’t the one

And we’ve made a mistake

Spent our whole life’s getting it wrong

What if today was the beginning

What if today was the end

Wouldn’t you want to know

You got something right

Not everything wrong

All that time singing the wrong song

Praising him when it should be she

After all she was the chosen one

She was the one bestowed

Selected from everyone else

For such an important task

Why her? this is the question

We should ask

She raised the son

Allowed him to become

All that he was able to become

Yet we praise and glorify his name

What if he missed the point

Oh what a shame

A lifetime praising the wrong name

Jimmy Saville and all the others

With the news of Jimmy Saville and all these other celebrities, with the sordid past jumping out all over the place . Who next?????

Posted FB 04/06/13

#125 For Whom the Bell Tolls

The noose is getting tighter

The bell will toll

All that you have you done

Will not be hidden any more

Confession is a must

It won’t help you though

To get out of this clutch

You will be exposed

It is inevitable

As night follows day

All those who haven’t said

Will finally have their say

You will have nowhere to go

Time is not on your side

Not even your age

Can you hide behind

There is no excuse

You should have known better

No one will be saved

The voices will ring out

The voices of the brave

To haunt you

Haunt you into your grave

An Open and Shut Case

What happened in South Africa between Oscar Pistorius and his girlfriend, sadly no one will ever know.  There will be much specutlation, I watched a pre trial fictional item on BBC where they raised the issues which may be discussed in court.  They spoke to her friends who repeatedly said they didn't understand the coupling, well thats love for you.  Maybe after a while he couldn't understand it either.  


posted fb 03/06/13

#124 Walk to Fame

Gated communities

Guaranteed security

Unless you are  a model

Looking for a break

With a broken man

Who made it

Look so easy

To deceive

Having us believe

His grief

Fake tears

Bottled up for years

The sympathy vote

Hanging onto his coat

Has her laying

From her lying

Caught out

Seeking fame

Chasing money quickly

Final Verdict

No one to blame

A Low Pain Threshold

I hate when pain wakes you out of bed, I love my sleep and like so many people do not get enough.  So sleep is precious , so to be interrupted by pain is like the final straw.  I realise I am fortunate that the pain I have encountered in my life have been controlled by over the counter  drugs.  I cannot imagine how people with more serious health issues cope, my heart goes out to them, I recognise and acknowledge their bravery.


posted fb 03/06/13

#122 Pain

I don't know how everyone copes with pain

I know we are all different

No two the same

I have a low threshold

This is what I know

I am reaching for something

So I don't have pain no mo’

I then sit and wait for it to work

Trying to concentrate on something else

Then desperately scanning the shelf

Looking for a combination that I can take

Then giving up not wanting to overdose

Pain has you feeling so morose

Thinking of chopping of the offending limb

The  arm, the  leg maybe the  head

Fortunately by the time you reach these thoughts

The pain has subsided of course