saddness – willowdot21

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.

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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

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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.

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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.