A year on.

I wrote this last May, Twittering Tales, in the aftermath of the Manchester Arena Bombing.

I have rewritten and renamed it The Year After.

The Year after.

The quiet was deafening, unlike that night. The screams the blood the fear. The worst had happened. The world sickened him. These were just children, young lives maimed, young lives blown away. He felt so sad.
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Another poem below

God Bless Manchester

This is not my entry for this week.

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Words can not be unsaid

Lost the plot, my heart dead.

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A dark reflection I

Life’s stark, away hopes fly.

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Day 24 of Jane Dougherty’s Daily Essence Poem Challenge.

Florette: The Phone.

The phone rings, a sad song

Life stings, it is all wrong.

Florette : Life.

The day starts as always

Sadden hearts, dark harsh days.

I need cheering up!

Watch out for Axil Rose’s entrance at 3mins 19secs.

I just keep smiling , I won’t give up!

Thoughts at the end of the year.

Thoughts  at  the  end  of  the  Year. When it is  dark  damp  an cold.

It’s  not  a bad  life, it’s just not  the  life I  wanted.

Life  is  not a  bowl of  cherries  they  say, but  I would  be happy with pears

Stalked  by  stress and  worry, by  dark  clouds  haunted

Always  trying  to  be  the mediator  
Even  when no one else  cares.
 
Well   eventually  you  awake  to  the fact  that  you  are  nothing
You  have  lost  what  you  were, it is  easier  to just  give in

The  path less  travelled  becomes  a forgotten  thing.

Follow the  piper as his  melody  you  sing.

 So, as  like  the  day  this  year is  comes  to  an  end

Stillness creeps in  to  immortal my  soul

Like  the  Willow  bow  and  bend

I  shall move  on , I  shall survive  my  friend.

 

 

 

 

 

A Sad Tale of Seven Sisters.

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I know The Seven Sisters Road Finsbury Park. I have happy memories of going to a parties, being very young but thinking I was very grown up. I have always associated  it with fun, and growing up.No longer, for late last night yet another happy or normal association with parts of my loved, childhood and teenage city has been taken away.

People what is wrong with us, why are we humans so inhumane​ to each other.

Revenge is not the answer it only sullies everything.

Here is what happened I cannot write about it. My thoughts go out to the family of the poor dead man and my prayers for the casualty’s and their families.

Please may we all unite against evil.

Colleen’sWeekly# Poetry Challenge Past and Future.

Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Challenge # 35 – PAST & FUTURE 

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Lives cut short too soon

Blood and tears under the moon

No future just past.

Like Hamlin of old

The children are gone all lost

For them no future.

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Their future is lost

The past will soon all be lost

Young ones what a cost.

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Arrows and Nails

Life sends arrows and nails

We dodge and swerve, rant and rail

No point in wearing ourselves out

Arrows will rain however much we pout!
I cannot change what will be

My heart breaks you see

Each time an arrow or nail

Pierces there’s not point to rant or rail.

What time are we going home.

What time are we having tea

A question now often asked of me

Are going out shopping  today

We’ve already been,what can I say.

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How long do I cook the beans 

What’s the time, more and more

I know that you are still in there

Slipping away slowly, it’s not fair.

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There is sometimes a light in your eye

Are you remembering days gone by

It so strange you still look the same.

Slipping away, life’s a cruel game.

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What time are we going home

You can stay I shall go alone.

Stay and have cup of tea with me

There’s​ nowhere to go, we’re home you see.

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