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….



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….
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
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
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
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…..
victims of circumstance, born by chance into the family, the county, the colour, the culture, the life that we live. Promises, rituals, beliefs are not, necessarily, set in stone….
Traditions….
Traditions of times gone by
Propelled to a future unknown
Baptism, communion, 21st, marriage
Symbols of becoming
An admission to a way of life
a cleansing of the past from where we came
a reminder of greatness, responsibility, hope
a journey to follow and participate
in the future that, has now arrived
the landscape unrecognisable
from when the tradition had been set
yet, here we are accepting, expecting, ritualising
and deciding which part of the responsibility and hope
we will participate in
and which we will discard….
Creatures of habit, the birds build in any chimney, nook an cranny and return year after year., until someone or something gets in their way, it creates a loss and a gain for all involved.
Persistent in the building, the jackdaw
Searched and found
The twigs, the moss, the leaves and tuft
All settled on the ground
He swooped and gathered and up he flew
To place them in the pot
Chirping merrily and proudly
Preparing to weave his lot
His stash, lined bricks and mortar
A home to build his nest
Only to find he’d been locked out
When off he went to rest
The cowl they placed upon the pot
His access had been denied
Not merrily chirping any more
His dreams for ‘home’ had died
No more the morning singing
Inside the house could be heard
Now only a strange quietness
Oh how they’ll miss this intelligent bird
But off he flew, quite undeterred to build
Another nest
A home, a house a habitat
Of where his chicks can rest
Resilient is this little bird, he’ll seek and he will find
a tree, or steeple, a nook or cranny
he will not be confined
for he is ever working, with tenacity and grit
he will not be deterred, he will just get on with it
and so the chirping will stay with him as he sings
his sweet sweet tune
and where the chimney has been blocked
no twittering lifts the gloom……
Remember the fight our ancestors fought for their rights, as women, for us so we could continue the good fight. To all the women today, be strong…
Women March….
Lay down the night to rest
Upon the morning sun
Kiss thy wounded soldier
With sword and battle done
Run the river of trout up stream
And swim against the tide
Let mans endeavour for justice
Stand tall with sense of pride
Shed no more tears for hatred
Nor feel so ill disposed
The rising mist will lift to clear
A new landscape will be composed
And women march and battle on
Some broken on their knees
But still they fight like gentle giants
Their resolve won’t be appeased
They find, they fix, they nurture life
And pass it down the line
They sacrifice whatever it takes
They seek and they will find
And man may take our freedom
And even take our land
But what he fails to notice
Is what he doesn’t understand
That through the human spirit
The threads from another time
No matter what the terror
He can never take our minds.
And up we rise again and again
Our spirit never falters
It makes us strong, to carry on
Paused but never halted
The women through the ages
Have fought through hurt and pain
Now we rise and stand up
for the women of Ukraine
All women the world over
We have a special task
To raise our sons and daughters
To seek peace, and love that lasts
To banish control and hatred
Derived from power and greed
And so we continue to nurture
And plant that mighty seed….
When the storm came
We stayed calm
We stayed mindful
And we watched
We waited and created
Connecting and expressing
Brush in hand
Dipping and tipping
Gently gliding across the canvas
And as the painting came together
The lanscape fell apart
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