What is she to you?

Yes those eyes have seen it all , deserted babies, raped women, executed men . Every word ever written on the brick wall. See her colours green and blue , her red lips will spill words of truth  in every hue.

What do you see within those eyes morning stars and midnight skies. See her skin the colour of scorched  earth,  burned by warfare and men’s lack of worth.

Are those bruises around her eyes or just blackened skin from tears she has cried. Is she reaching out to you she begs an answer and it must be true.

Who is she  this haunting host , she is Mother Earth , she supports us the most. Providing us with all we need we cut her open and leave her to bleed.

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Journal For Poetry Challenge#27/05/2012

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Below is a poem written by Yeats and dedicated to one of his friends. It is a beautiful poem with the first line rhyming with the third line and the second line rhyming with the fourth and so on. It is written to reach the reader on two levels, the first, the obvious, an Irish Airman fighting a war he has no part in. Defending people he not akin to against a foe who he has no argument with. He knows that he is about to die.

The second level is that he an Irish man living through the   ” Troubles ” is fighting for his foe, England, against their foe the Germans. He has no real attachment to either. It is a heart rending poem on both levels. If you read up on the conflict that raged on and off between England and Northern Ireland from 1609 to 1966. A long and bloody part of Anglo Irish history. ” Troubles

The senselessness of fighting a foe you do not know for a cause that means nothing to you. Worse to help a nation you are at civil war with. A nation who to your mind is keeping you down and taking away your national rights. It shows the Irony of war.




I know that I shall meet my fate
Somewhere among the clouds above;
Those that I fight I do not hate,
Those that I guard I do not love;
My county is Kiltartan Cross,
My countrymen Kiltartan’s poor,
No likely end could bring them loss
Or leave them happier than before.
Nor law, nor duty bade me fight,
Nor public men, nor cheering crowds,
A lonely impulse of delight
Drove to this tumult in the clouds;
The years to come seemed waste of breath,
A waste of breath the years behind
In balance with this life, this death.
By:   William Butler Yeats


The poem spoken by Shane MacGowen an Irish singer /songwriter of the The Pogues.


William Butler Yeats 13 June 1865 – 28 January 1939) was an Irish poet and playwright, and one of the foremost figures of 20th century literature. A pillar of both the Irish and British literary society.Yeats had a life-long interest in mysticism, spiritualism, occultism and astrology. He read extensively on the subjects throughout his life, became a member of the paranormal research organisation.

He  was born and educated in Dublin but spent his childhood in County Sligo. He studied poetry in his youth and from an early age was fascinated by both Irish legends and the occult.

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Yeats proposed to 25-year-old Georgie Hyde-Lees (1892–1968), whom he had met through Olivia Shakespear. Despite warning from her friends—”George … you can’t. He must be dead”( he was 51yrs she  accepted,)  and the two were married on 20 October. Their marriage was a success, in spite of the age difference, and in spite of Yeats’ feelings of remorse and regret during their honeymoon. The couple went on to have two children, Anne and Michael. Although in later years he had romantic relationships with other women and possibly affairs, George herself wrote to her husband “When you are dead, people will talk about your love affairs, but I shall say nothing, for I will remember how proud you were.”

Yeats may of had affairs after his marriage but had only had two before firstly with Maud Gonne and secondly with Olivia Shakespear.

More information on W.B Yeats can be found at  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/W._B._Yeats


Poetry Challenge #7 is to create a journal of links and your reactions to poems by established (living or dead poets.) Details are here.  Example response is here. Mr. Linky for Challenge #7 is directly below:

Beauty and the Beast

Beauty and the beast the press would have a feast if they caught a wiff  if they knew the truth !

She had met him at a party which was fancy dress she was wearing a 17th century ball gown  and he was certainly dressed to impress.She nearly passed him in the gloom but he leaped up and whisked her from the room.

At first she unsure and frightened of this man but he with flowery words and actions gallant soon began to her assure!

Lavishly he courted her, he wined and dined her. Loving, was he with her and she began to warm to him forget her troubles, he did not remind her.

So caring and aware of her needs was he that she did not notice the tiny rules he asked of her, slowly stopping her from being free.

When she asked if they could have friends to visit he seemed hurt that his company was not enough, insulted that she needed distractions extra to his love.

She wanted to go shopping, he brought the shops to her. She told him she wanted to walk in the sun and breathe in some fresh air. Again he got indignant why go without him she saw an angry flash in his eyes ….. she told  herself of  mind it was a figment .

Weeks turned into months and she found that if she mentioned no friends or family all was fine. He was loving and caring, protective of her at all times toasting their love each evening as they dined.

Since that night when he had scared her with an angry flash a show of violence held back . She knew, she really knew if that anger was unleashed her world with him would disappear in a flash.

Every third Thursday of the month he disappeared until the Saturday morning. She never knew exactly when he’d leave and his return was quiet giving her no warning.

There is no harm, no one would suffer she could escape a while and enjoy company of her friend and even go out for supper. She waited until she knew that he had gone  lest he returned unexpectedly.

The sun was so bright and she looked so pale as she passed people they turned to stare, she left a trail. Smiling she realized she was still dressed in a 17th century garb. She went straight to her flat and changed  put on some make up so she looked less macabre.

She met her friends they were delighted to see her but when she told them of her life their eyes all showed fear! Why will he not let you invite us round why did he take your phone why does he not let you out so you can visit home? She had no answer to their questions he loves me so was all she could reply.

Friday night she came home carefully hiding her clothes outside his gates. Now next time she left she would change after she had left his estate. That evening after dinner she asked him where he’d been he grew angry and displayed anger the like she’d never seen.

The next morning as she woke her room was full of flowers, her whole body hurt she was scratched and bruise and he thought he could fix it all with flowers? Gently he entered her room and helped  her out of bed he wept in her lap as she stroked his head. He begged her to forgive him this would never happen again she smile at him ….. they made love and she pretended as she winced with the pain.

It took weeks for her to recover and he showed much remorse  but still he insisted they were to live a solitary life. Sadly as her body healed her soul and mind began to wither she had no friends no family to share the ups and downs with her. One afternoon sitting in the garden she asked if she go and visit home he turned and snarled at her PARDON!

After that all was just a blur the table and the chairs where upturned and anything to hand and his fists started pounding into her.He left her there weeping his servants carried her to her room and gently tended her wounds and stemmed the bleeding. She could not believe how he had turned , turned for nothing at all. She felt a light go out in her mind and all her spirits fall.

Laying in her room for days she decided she had to leave. She knew it would be the end of him but for that she could not grieve. She told herself, you can’t live with a tyrant  who reasons with his fists and boot soles and the words he used had ripped her apart and left her  in holes!

It took time for her to recover and to devise a plan the gardener said he’d help her he was a genuine man.She waited till he took his usual trip on a Thursday night she took what she needed. Out of the house that night she fled to full fill the plan she had seeded. She made her way to her friends house, the friends she should of heeded.

She had laid her plans well and her apartment was easy to sell. Feeling so unsafe she  stayed with her friend recovering slowly from her strange life she stayed waiting for her wounds to mend.

Her job was gone she’d been away too long, that was no surprise .She spent hours gazing through the window watching normal life she felt her spirits rise. He came to visit more than once imploring her to return but she refused to see him all his advances she spurned.

He rang and charmed , he rang and threatened her friend had her number changed . He painted ‘whore’ across her friend’s car and posted threats through the door he kept up a barrage of abuse he truly was deranged! Finally  she had to leave all this harassment was more than she wanted her friend to receive.

The next few years she moved and moved, again lost contact with family and friends. Each time she settled into a new job and found a place to stay he would find her and be a nuisance night and day.She told the police but they never were much help, true they always listened but he had never touched or harmed her, that element  to which they would react was missing!

She rued the night of that party she rued the night she met him she had lost her life. Her friends all gone her career in the bin. One evening while driving home she saw  thought him, in the shadows of car park. Sitting in her locked car she waited his approach, at length she saw him advancing in  the back of the car his eyes glinting in the dark.

Like a huge cat he came in to her rear view mirror. Her heart was pounding every pore on her body was sweating, Fear was a tangible smell in the car but she kept her mind clear she measured how close he was getting.

He had nearly reached the car her foot covered the accelerator one more step, he touched the car. That was it she threw the car into reverse and drove as fast as she could into the wall behind her. She watched as the look of anger turned to horror then to pain just to be sure drove forward and reversed in to the wall again and again and a again.

A crowed gathered round the car someone dialled 999.  The police and the paramedics both arrived at the same time. The witnesses all said that she had deliberately killed the man they had seen it with their own eyes.

As they took her away she heard the paramedics pronounce him dead ‘at last’ she whispered to herself he will not follow me from this day.They charged her, and at the trial she used  his stalking as her defence but it did not go well and she went to jail to her it made no sense.

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Slowly friends and family came back this truly lifted her spirits they arranged an appeal and won, she was move to a psychiatric unit. It took years to repair the damage in fact she is recovering still but thankful to have her friends and family back. The thought of him haunts her still. It was not his death, though that was an ugly thought, no it was the chance meeting that had let him into her life and all the grief he’d wrought! …………………


Hope never give up hope. If you give up hope you may as well give up living.


What If ?

What would happen if I never saw you again.What if I woke and you were gone how could I stand the pain.What if the sun forgot to rise and all was dark and no birds flew up in the darken skies.

What would I do if all the trees were gone taking with them the grass we loved to picnic on.What would I do if the rivers full of fish and ducks where whisked away and hidden from my sight what would I do stumbling around in this new enforced night. Without you by my side how would I cope, as good as blind in an empty world lost and lonely without hope!

What would happen if all music stopped all instruments removed and silenced. No voices soaring, and harmonies dropped. What would happen if all the animals were gone no cattle lowing , no horses neighing  and no bird song.

What would happen if as I awoke all love and tenderness fled. All feelings good and bad, banished tossed aside or dead. War, tyranny, greed and avarice  gone all gone but I still stand alone. Without you  all else counts for nought as in misery I crawl around in the darkness my mind has wrought !

What am I, human? not built to stand alone in darkness, shivering soaked to the very bone. What if,  what if I woke and it is all gone everything and everyone I have known gone , disappeared simply flown.

It is my fear that I will have to stand alone and answer for what humanity has done.

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At last she’d found the killer shoes with heels as high as a stalk. Slender,  black and pointy she’d planned  not far to walk!

At last she had found the nail varnish to emboss her toes. Each and every inch had to be right .Well the varnish was, it’s name was ‘Bloody Rose’

At last she had perfected the walk all crissy crossy leg and wiggly wiggly hips and red lipped smile to make him squirm and beg!!

At last, oh! yes at last

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Finally she’d found that dress, the dress she knew he would love short enough to display her legs but long enough to emphasise the delights just above!

Finally she found the seamless panties sheer but lacy thin and an “up and at em” magic bra, that  he would be dying to get in!

Finally she had also found some real silk stockings and  matching suspender belt. It was just simply amazing that she could not explain how empowered she finally felt.   Finally, Oh! yes finally.

Not forgetting her crowning glory, her lustrous shiny black hair. You know the type, it makes girls weep and grown men stop and stare.

Not forgetting her make up, the blusher she did not spare. Dark long lashed smoky eyes and ‘Blood Red’ wet look lips. For the shocked looks she had no care.

Not forgetting her finger nails she’d had them painted as her toes with little sparkles on each nail in the pattern of a rose.

Not forgetting where to meet him she arrived ten minutes late. As she entered  everyone turned in shock OH! Yes that made her feel great!  Not forgetting Oh! no not forgetting.

No hurry now she whispered as they had their drink, she flashed her eyes and licked her lips. I am in here, he began to to think. She crossed her legs delicately making sure he got a peep so he could see the stockings. His expectations  beginning to make him weep.

No hurry, again she whispered in to his ear, she could feel his breath on her neck and his lips were very near. She could feel his heart beating as his his fingers brushed her breast she lent forward to him so he could see the rest.

No hurry she said as she lead him to their room as he rushed her through the door his passion in full bloom. He took off  his jacket and undid his shirt she unzipped her dress which slipped to floor leaving her there in a silken underskirt.

No hurry she said as she undid his flies her beautiful underwear brushing against him brought forth soft sighs! Gently she whispered I met your wife last week, fear hit him in his gut and his passion just went all limp and weak.

No hurry she whispered you’ve always told me not to rush no wonder we only meet in secret away from prying eyes you did not want to be seen  with me and you have told me so many lies. He tried to talk but she stopped him, some pressure she applied he could not move or stop her then his knees gave way and he cried.

Curled up on the floor his trousers around his shoes between his legs a swelling and a nasty bruise. I’ll call you an ambulance she said as she finished getting dressed No hurry sweety , Oh! no, no hurry you just lie there and rest!

Thirty pieces of silver

OH! what have I done it is irreversible it cannot be undone.

Thirty pieces of silver I tried  to return it they would not take would not take it I can’t unmake it.

OH! this empty feeling in my soul it is dragging me down and eating me whole.

OH! OH! what have I done. Have I betrayed he who has come to save man…… thirty pieces of silver is that all you were worth you the son of he who made the earth.

This pain in my heart is too hard to bear it hurts it hurts why did I do it what on earth lead me   there .


Thirty pieces of silver what have I done. I can no longer face anyone I cannot longer show my face I have fallen too far from grace. I am not worthy to feel the sun on my skin OH! why oh! why did I betray him he was so like a brother OH! why him and not another.

Thirty pieces of silver why oh why thirty pieces of silver I scream  at the sky  . No answer is there no answer this pains me too much I must die.

Thirty pieces of silver is that all you are worth he who had a virgin birth. OH brother Jesus you are worth more than this how low am I who betrayed you with a kiss.

I picked you some Flowers

I picked for you some flowers I bought them to your door. I picked for you some flowers but your mummy said you were not here any more.

Where you had gone to she would not say ,when I asked where I could find you she brushed a tear away.

Why was your mummy crying why did she look so sad, so I forgot to give  her your flowers I do hope you won’t be mad.

I picked them by the stream where we are not meant to go, I did not ask my mummy for I knew she would say no!

I knew they took you to hospital we all saw the ambulance the other day, we all got so excited but then you see we did not think you’d stay……….. away.

I saw your dad out walking Kenyo yesterday I asked how you were and like your mummy he would not say.

Kenyo was not bouncing and your dad looked sad, I wish I had not spoke to him his sad eyes made me feel bad.

Every one misses you, well none as much as me. I am lonely as I have your empty seat at school right next to me.

I asked my mum would she take me to see you , I asked if I could bake a cake and bring that with us too.

She made lots of excuses as to why we could not go , and I got very angry because I wanted to!!  and I miss you so!

Mum said I am not to bother your mum and dad and that you would not be coming back. She would not tell why and that made me so very sad.

I asked why you had gone and why you’d not return. I was met with silence and sad looks which made me cry till my eyes burned.

I picked for you some flowers I bought them to your door. I picked for you some flowers but your mummy said you were not here any more.

Where you had gone to she would not say ,when I asked where I could find you she brushed a tear away.

Mother Nature speaks

Can you hear me son can you hear my voice. Can you hear me daughter can you catch my words before you have no choice.

Did you read my emails do you check them out.I have phoned you many times, the fact that I have tried to warn you is not doubt.

Did you read my letters son did you read and weep. Have you received my postcards  daughter. They did not have the answers that you seek.

I carved it on the gate posts and  the walls.I have hire out huge bill boards with letters 20ft tall!

I have screamed and I have shouted. I have made an almighty fuss but no one is listening is there no one out there who wants to put me first.

Mother nature’s weeping, mother nature full of pain you  have not been listening to her you have let her down again. The blooms are out in winter and summer flowers bloom in spring the snow falls in summer and sometimes in spring. You are heading for another drought your reservoirs are almost dry but there are still leaks from the mains out in the streets and I am asking why!!

The animals all suffer and fauna and flowers too it is starting with the the smaller things but soon to suffer it will be you. This beautiful green planet that you live in  is drying up like dessert have you not noticed a thing.

I have warned you till I horse and dropped hints as large as Tsunami and Earthquakes I am getting so tired and you just ignore me have any idea how sad that makes me.

Stop all you selfish clambering and look at what you are doing. You are melting my ice caps and heading for rack and ruin! I can only do my best like any loving mother can but your are not just naughty children you are the race Human.

So hear my voice and listen good this is your only chance to save my life and enhance yours to stop my final deaths’ dance.


Throught the mirror darkly.

Through the glass

Time to take the make up off time to face the night without the safety mask. Time to expose the truth, your soul, remove  protection from the day and sun light.

Time to cream away the layers of the false, the colours of the trained liar the lipstick and beauty spot take the floral baby wreath and earrings and toss them in the fire.

Time to remove the lashes thick and black the liner and shadow place the lashes safe, lose them not they need tomorrow to be put back.

Time to cleanse the face remove the rouge the powder cleanse it deep remove every show of style. Stow away the remnants look into the mirror and feel your insecurities begin to scream louder.

Time to remove the clothes the many layers that you present to the world the gory colours the lacing’s, hooks and eyes , the net petticoats the suspenders and stockings that grip your thighs. Remove the shoes with killer heels  evil stiletto that the punters demand, remove the lingerie they love to feel in their hand.

Time to bathe , to scrub, scrub, scrub,scrub until you bleed, bleed, bleed wash them off those traces of those men, every vestige of their need, need.

Time to be hidden from the world your sullied locks un-clipped and un-furled . What is left you choose not to show the world, what is left, less and less each day , you know.

Time to wrap your dirty dressing gown around your thin and bruised body. Time for slippers time for the dose. No not time for food you must have what you need the most.Anyway you need to keep this figure it’s all you have to trade, you have lost all else, you had still the happy memories thankfully each day fade.

Time to look in the mirror and admit what is it you see. A shadow of a person, used, abused lost and from chemical cravings no longer free. You hate what you have become you hate it to your bones but you hate the other reflection more .. almost as you hate to hear the punters ecstatic groans.

It is up to me and you!!

We all want that holiday I know we do it’s true but we are choking up the skies and seas and it is all down to me and you. The polar regions are melting the sun is burning through an ever growing hole in the ozone again that’s down to me and you.

I know you fancy a safari such an exciting thing to do but the way poachers are shooting and hunting big and small game, soon the only way you’ll be able to see them will be in a Zoo. We all love lots of vegetables and fresh fruit , whether in season or not. I know you do it ‘s true.They are sourced from countries afar, shame ! I hear you shout but wait!! that too is down to me and you!

We all have our heating in the winter keeping us hot and having all lights burning that seems the thing to do! But we are wasting our resources you know we are it is true. Coal oil and water are not infinite, that you know is true! They are always being wasted, that again is all down to me and you.

The children and young people are turning into jobless thugs..it’s true. We send them off to Uni then we have no jobs for them to do. The are all going off the rails  a whole generation or maybe two not taught any politeness, good values or will to work …….. yes again it is down to me and you.

I could go on for ever, you know I could it is true  but I can tell you are all switching off , suddenly you all have better things to do!Well listen to me or not that is up to you but all our resources  and all that is good about this planet is dying off it is true. Soon there will be nothing left and yes that is all down to me and you!.


nothing will be left!

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