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Category: poems
Tell me…
Tell me your secrets
Deep burried lies
hidden and wrapped
inside your disguise
Tell me your heartaches
The fractured and broken
That keep you tight-lipped
of hurt unspoken
Tell me your sorrows lost in your grief,
swirling and whirling,
time robbed like a thief
Tell me your wishes,
your hopes, your desires
Ambitions to be realised,
goals to aspire
Now tell me your worth, your value, esteem
Spill out your guts, its time to come clean……

All Hallows Eve

All Hallows Eve
And as the clocks go back
The darkness descends
Prepare for long nights and shorter days
Samhain, Samhain, when the veil is thin
And the ghosts of the dead attempt to seep in
And try to spy to perhaps say hi
Don’t be afraid of the ghosts we laid
In the deep dark earth, biding time to portray
reveal and expose, what we already know
love is the key and will unlock for sure
And the sinners and saints, may bang on your door
on All Hallows Eve they’ll be witches and ghouls
But don’t be a fool to fall for the trick, for the treat
Is much sweeter so welcome them in
the ones with lost souls are not always so grim
we reap what we sow, tread lightly there now
look out, look within, pray, listen and bow
Lost and found

Lost and found
And there he was, frozen, still, eyes wide, teeth shining, tail erect, holding my gaze, waiting, both of us, for the other to make a move.
Not what I expected to see at the bottom of the garden, my sanctuary, sweet smell of honeysuckle, boxed in with the structured walled hedge. My get away from the noise of the house, the chaos, and now, each of us startled, lost in our thoughts and fears. The wolf cub and me, wondering what next? Is each of us friend or foe?
My gaze softened, I smiled and slowly held out my hand as I bent down, to beckon him and to my surprise, he yielded and together we sat, quiet amongst the honeysuckle, knowing we’d been found.
For national poetry day across the pond in the UK…..
Splash…..
Splash
Pinched nose
Eyes squeezed tight
Holding breath in
An adrenaline rush
Push up
Resurface
Like a dolpin
Exhale and let go
Of lifes little troubles
Bask in the joy
And splash
Again and again and again….



The Long Sleep
Sad times can evoke and trigger such good times through memories. I count myself lucky that I have so many happy memories of a life lived and shared with loved ones…..

It was strange passing by the doorway
Knowing you no longer occupied the room
The first time I went in, after you died
I cried
I looked around at the remnants of you
The hospital bag, clean pyjamas, slippers and
Unwrapped sweets
Wurthers originals, your favourite,
The same initials as your name W. O
William O’Reilly
all I could do was stare at it all
The picture on the bedside cabinet of padre pio
Your ‘pal’, sure didn’t he always look after you
Your holy medals, always kept in your breast pocket
Next to your heart, to keep you safe
and your easy start, the ‘inhaler’ has given you
your Last breath, its last puff
and now all this stuff in this 10 ft. sq. room
will no longer will be touched by you
But you cannot be wiped clean from them
You are engrained and sustained in it all
and the holy Medals, in the palm of my hand
will still withstand life and death and I will never forget
your laugh, your smile, your funny ways, you.
They come with me on my journey
And I keep them safe and they keep me safe
Knowing you are at the heart of them
The smell of cigarettes filled the air and the stub in box
Of your cardigan pocket, a lasting legacy of your last
Kiss, where your lips wrapped around its filter
And you drew in the nectar of your addiction
No contrition or remorse or feeling bad
They were your comfort, your solace, and I get that
I loved them too, before I finally gave them up.
Now, more than two months on since you passed
as I stand in your room
No sign of you, no sight nor smell,
the paint and paste swallowed it up
but my mind can recall it all
the ghosts of this room
once my own, spent teenage years in a new life,
a new house, a new bedroom, and yours
was down the hall then
almost 40 years have passed since
I last slept in there
I remember it so well
Me and Jackie, giggling and talking
All night, until morning broke
when sleep finally muffled our chatter
and found us
So much joy and laughter contained
Within the walls
Yet so much sorrow, but
Now, as I slip in between the sheets
And darkness falls on the room
I remember the ghosts of both you and her
I drift and dream of great times
Good and happy memories
and as the long sleep takes me
on a sea of peace and calm
happily, I sail away with the
ghosts in my heart
Jubilant
Hunters & Gatherers come in many forms. It began as a need to survive, then when you look at the imbalance in the modern world, it just became greed

I hear them scuffling, scurrying
through the long grass
hunting, gathering
and overhead, singing
the tunes for the dead
ducking and diving they wait
and watch
then, in a flurry
they swoop down
and like those before them
they too scuffle & scurry
poke and peck
Juilant
their feast tucked tightly in their beak
they scarper, in a flap
like a guilty thief
back to their lair
Poison
Too good to be true…The laburnum tree is truly beautiful and I loved mine but we learned first hand, its toxicity….. Be cautious of it and things that seem too good to be true…..

She is beautiful
striking in her full splender
unwittingly, she commands attention
Spectacular specimen that she is
she knows no bounds
she will trick you, invite you, entice you
to touch her
beware, be warned
She will cause more harm than good
for she is poison
Her beauty short lived
do not be fooled
golden pendulum
hypnotic
toxic
Golden rain
Months mind thoughts….

Hello God, remember me
I used to write you, when i was wee
A little child so innocent,
I write to thank you, and to vent.
You were my friend when i felt afraid,
You kept me going whenever i strayed
I couldnt see you, but knew you were there
Listening and watching and answering my prayers.
So now dear God ive a favour to ask,
Take special care of my dear dad,
He’s left us now, gone back to you and its hard to feel happy when I feel so blue.
I know i miss the sound of his voice
And all the times that we’ve enjoyed
Please dont let him feel afraid
And tell him that the love has stayed.
Thank you dear God, for always being there
Even when life,, just doesn’t seem fair…..
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