Sad News of Hélène

So sorry to bring such sad news but Helen Valiant has passed away.

I have just read so on Frank Prem’s Facebook page. We all hope she passed as painlessly and calmly as possible .

Sending support and love to her family.

I like to think she reunited with her husband now.

Naani : Remember Them.

Image from BBC News

Shoulder to shoulder

They stand. Far too many

To count. They fought

In the air, on sea and land.

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7.30 am July 1st 1916 Battle of the Somme

Today  is  the  100yr  anniversary  of  the Battle  of  the Somme. Read  here Please

At 7.30am   I sat in my  kitchen in  silence  and  observed the  two minute  silence  in  reverence  for  all  the English,  French   and  German  soldiers  who  died in  not only  that  battle   but  in  that  war…To  end  all  wars , but  also  the those  who  died  in  the  next  war  and  the  next  and  so on! From  all the  countries  in  the  world.

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Death, Desolation, Destruction!

Men taught hate men taught to wait til death comes to claim them 

Stink, Stench Smell

Bodies sinking in the mud tell their own story.

Is this man’s best glory.

Drench, Damp Dripping

Their guns are filthy,bullets all spent . They all gave up hoping.

Boom,Bang Whistle, 

They no longer hear they no longer fear the hair on their necks no longer bristle.

Dead all dead and left to rot .

This was the war to end all wars ……….. How soon we all forgot

Nothing has changed in the theater of war they are battling still, on the fringe they know the score.

Shout , Scream Squeal they will still advance they have lost the ability to feel.

No longer human their souls are worn out and why are they out there? Can you answer beyond any doubt.

Fight for your sight fight freedom for all ..as if that day will ever dawn wait to hear the cock call!

Death, Desolation, Destruction!

Men taught hate men taught to wait til death comes to claim them.

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On the first day of the 141-day campaign, July 1 1916, was and still is the deadliest day in the history of the British Army. Almost 20,000 British Empire soldiers lost their lives in just 24 hours.

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Poem written  by  me

Madness by  the world

LEST WE FORGET!

Even Stephen?

Even Stephen had a right to life

But it was snatched away by the blade of a knife.

Snatched away on the dark night 22nd April 1993.

Five or six youths with knives, if that is even Stephen, I fail to see.

Even Stephen  had a right to an unbiased investigation

Did it happen … not at first  but his mother’s protests rocked the Nation.

It was not even Stephen, what those boys did

It was not even Stephen that evidence and statements were twisted and hid.

Even Stephen had a mother true and strong

She has fought for justice for  him making sure she’d right the wrongs.

Was it even Stephen that you’ve  been robbed of twenty years.

Stolen, your future, your hopes and dreams and all your fears!

Was it even Stephen  that you had to die that night

But for changing buses you’d  not of seen those boys, not died in your final flight.

You have left a legacy its true  changed laws and procedures too

Was it even Stephen  that they laid a plaque for you

Was it even Stephen that they vandalized it several times too.

Even Stephen,  when was it ever, even for you?

 

Stephen Lawrence

I  thought  of  Stephen Lawrence  tonight  and  so  I  re-posted  this  poem  that I  wrote  about  him  in  2013. God  rest  your  soul Stephen life  was  never even  for  you. You  deserve  to be remembered!

Acrostic Poem. Shipbuilding

Silent  now  the  sound  of  hammer on steel

Held  still  the  giant  cranes and  wheel

Isolated  men  lost,  without  work robbed of  future

Pushed  aside  by business’s  uncaring  of  nature .

Busy no  longer, the  ships  and  trade  all gone

Urchins  run and play  no  more

Itinerant  men  all banished from the  shore.

Long ago  echoes  can  be heard  still

Dint of  history  and it’s  maddening  will.

Indolent seagulls  in search of  food

Nudge  the   empty newspapers  and brood.

Gone , gone  the  glory days.

The Meeting Nano Problano

 

It had been a long day

As I walked home I was tired.

So I stopped for a rest along the way.

I was lonely and fed up too

I know I have a family and a husband true.

That doesn’t always make things right you know,

To the outside things may look perfect but that isn’t always so.

As I sat there I had a chat with God as I often had before,

Now don’t go telling people that or they will say I am off the loop or more!

I sat there telling him my fears when suddenly a really pleasant man appeared.

“May I sit here ” He asked “you look troubled can I help?”

There was something special about this guy he had a kindness in eyes

A gentle smile, he put me at my ease, he just did I can’t say why.

He asked me what was troubling me and why I looked so sad.

It was so strange because immediately I was telling him openly of all the troubles I felt I had.

I don’t know how he did it but he put me at my ease and let talk for hours,

He listened to me and he did not chide or tease.

There was no anger or irritation in his voice or eyes.

He seemed happy to listen and was not embarrassed when tears fell from my eyes.

He didn’t say much but his presence was such a comfort he made me feel alive.

Quietly he seemed to give me Strength he seemed to make me thrive.

As we sat there and the world went by

I felt a peace return, he made me feel myself again, he made me want to try.

The things that were weighing me down and making me feel so small

Were really not insurmountable, he made me feel as if nothing was too difficult at all.

Eventually  I said I really ought to go I noticed the time

He said he would walk with me as his path was the same as mine.

I felt so safe in his company , like I never had before

He made the walk seem effortless as he saw me to my door.

I turned to ask him in for a cup of tea

But he was gone and no one was standing next to me.

Strange, yes it was but I remembered all he had said

And the gentle feeling of his being remained inside my head.

I hope we meet again one day for I shall never forget

The feeling of his kindness and his touch the day we met.

Stuck , running in the mud.

Hello everyone , note I am not  bothering with the Italics  because I shall lapse,  at  some point ,  back into normal New Roman  so lets  start as I mean to continue.

Sorry I am still finding it hard to write and apart  from that lurking dog  in the corner  there I do not know why. There are a thousand  feelings  and fears screaming to get out of  my head  but they are trapped, trapped and locked in! I am ploughing  through  your posts and comments  trying at least to keep up and keep abreast of the buzz in the hopes that  my block and darkness will lift,

I am annoyed with myself  because there is so much good in my life right now that I should be grateful for and busting with joy . Sadly  the fact is I am not  and with my poetry  not even willing to help me I feel bereft. I am trying not to be on the laptop in my husbands pressence  right now as he seems to think it is sapping  my sanity… the truth is totally  the reverse!  But  hey ho  what  do I know.

 

I am looking out of  the kitchen window  it is 7.50am  and the sun is out and it it looks like it might  be a dry and warm day, a rare thing at  the moment. It is 1st of June  and even last night we had to have the heating on! Later  this morning  we are going over to visit  the Newbie  and his mum and dad  as  their  third wedding annaversary is  this comming week. We have  bought  them crystal glass as tradition demands, for  3rd  anniversary. I found  some beautiful  champagne  saucers which  have tiny Swarovski crystal elements used in  the pattern looking for all the world  like tiny  diamond stars in orbit!. Well I love  them  and they  came in a lovely  black  box  how  could I resist. My  husband  the much  more practical  one  brought our  son  a 1050Watt  all sing  all dancing  impact  power drill…. very  romantic  not … but  all the same  very useful  and I am sure it will be well used!!

Well that was about 30hrs ago  and still I am finding it so hard  to write, it hurts not  to write, not to express myself. I do not  even feel like answering  my  emails and usually I love  to keep in touch  with my friends.

Bare with  me I will be be back, after all I have Little Mae and all her friends  hanging on for me to rescue them!  I think  the Kate  Bush  singing  Running  up  that  hill, expresses  the feeling of  treading  water  and being bogged down in saddness. I think there is light at  the end of the tunnel.

 

 

 

 

Leave Me Alone

I see you I see your eyes

I hear the dripping poison of your lies!

You grow and grow shutting out the blue from my skies!

You growl and roar , you shout and accuse drowning out my cries!

 

I can’t escape  your claws

Dragging me down pointing out all my flaws.

Your words are cuttings deep wiping me out settling old scores!

Biting ripping disenbowling and and sucking me dry with your jaws!

 

LEAVE ME ALONE, PLEASE LEAVE ME ALONE

You bastard black dog I am not your toy I am not  your bone

I am brought low enough , can’t stoop anymore. Lost in this black zone.

I have no strength left to fight anymore, so please please leave me alone.

 

Even Stephen ?

Even Stephen had a right to life

But it was snatched away by the blade of a knife.

Snached away on the dark night 22nd April 1993.

Five or six youths with knives , if that is even Stephen ,I fail to see.

Even Stephen  had a right to an unbiased investigation

Did it happen … not at first  but his mother’s protests rocked the Nation.

It was not even Stephen what those boys did

It was not even Stephen that evidence and statements were twisted and hid.

Even Stephen had a mother true and strong

She has fought for justice for  him making sure she’d right the wrongs.

Was it even Stephen that you’ve  been robbed of twenty years.

Stolen , your future , your hopes and dreams and all your fears!

Was it even Stephen  that you had to die that night

But for changing bus’s you’d  not of seen those boys, not died in your final flight.

You have left a legacy its true  changed laws and procedures too

Was it even Stephen  that they laid a plaque for you

…..Was it even Stephen that they vandalized it several times too.

Even Stephen  when was it ever even for you.

____________________________________

 

Stephen Lawrence

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