Saturday 30 April 2011

Crabby Old Woman

A good friend of mine sent this across to me the other day. Please read it all the way through.
When an old woman died in the geriatric ward of a small hospital near Dundee, Scotland, it was believed that she had nothing left of any value. Later, when the nurses were going through her meagre possessions, they found this poem. Its quality and content so impressed the staff that copies were
made and distributed to every nurse in hospital. One nurse took her copy to Ireland. The old lady's sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas edition of the News Magazine of the North Ireland Association for Mental Health. A slide presentation has also been made based on her simple, but eloquent, poem.  

Crabby Old Woman

What do you see, nurses?
What do you see?
What are you thinking
When you're looking at me?

A crabby old woman,
Not very wise,
Uncertain of habit,
With faraway eyes?

Who dribbles her food
 and makes no reply
when you say in a loud voice,
'I do wish you'd try!'

Who seems not to notice
the things that you do,
A stocking or shoe?
Who, resisting or not,
Lets you do as you will,
with bathing and feeding,
The long day to fill?

Is that what you are thinking?
Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse,
You are not looking at me.

I'll tell you who I am
As I sit here so still,
As I do at your bidding,
As I eat at your will.

I am a small child of ten
 with a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters,
who love one another.

A young girl of sixteen
with wings on her feet
Dreaming that soon now
 a lover she will meet.

A bride soon at twenty,
my heart gives a leap,
Remembering the vows
that I promised to keep.

At twenty-five now,
I have young of my own,
Who need me to guide
and a secure happy home.

A woman of thirty,
my young now grown fast,
Bound to each other
with ties that should last.

At forty, my young sons
have grown and are gone,
But my man's beside me
To see I don't mourn.

At fifty once more,
Babies play round my knee,
Again we know children,
my loved one and me.

Dark days are upon me,
my husband is dead,
I look at the future,
and I shudder with dread.

For my young are all rearing
Young of their own,
And I think of the years
And the love that I have known.

I am now an old woman
And nature is cruel;
'Tis jest to make old age
Look like a fool.

The body, it crumbles,
Grace and vigour depart,
There is now a stone
Where I once had a heart.

But inside this old carcass
A young girl still dwells,
And now and again,
My battered heart swells.

I remember the joys,
I remember the pain,
And I am loving and living
Life over again.

I think of the years
 all too few, gone too fast,
And accept the stark fact
 that nothing can last.

So open your eyes, people,
Open and see,
Not a crabby old woman;
Look closer. . SEE ME!

Friday 29 April 2011

AMOP update

A Matter of Perspective has been updated.

A Sister Site

I've created a sister site to this one for stuff that's not writing or music.
It's called A Lighter Shade.

Thursday 28 April 2011

The Green Flare - A Short Sentence

I'm in a prison,
Did a small wrong,
 and
They locked me up;
But not for long...

Wednesday 27 April 2011

She smiled at me

She smiled at me
Through the candyfloss flavoured air,
And shaped a word
I could not understand.

I backed away,
Melting under her gaze,
Afraid to look away,
Afraid she might touch me,
Afraid of myself.

But,
Quaking in my skin,
My own flesh betrayed me,
Singing out a siren song
Of scent and heat.
Her nostils flared.
She knew it.
My weakness, my wanting.

That was then.

Shards of my sanity still remain,
Stabbing between her teeth and my skin.
My blood,
Such a small thing to give.

I drift, eyes closed.

Her hands on my skin,
All I can feel,
All I can feel,
All I can feel,
All I can.....

Feel.

Tuesday 26 April 2011

What if.....

If pixie dust was outlawed
And the mushroom circles tolled,
If garden gnomes were banished
And the fairies gardens sold.

If unicorns were bridled
And the hidden doorways barred,
If men like you could have your way
What else would you discard?

If banshees all were silenced
And the vampires laid on ice,
If the Werewolves claws were clipped down
Would you really pay the price?

If all the magics of our land,
Could truly be confined,
If all the mysteries were lost
I'll tell all you'll find.

An empty place inside yourself
With nothing left to give
So just you think on something else,
And let the wild things live.

Monday 25 April 2011

A Matter of Perspective

I've started a new story this weekend. I've given it it's own page as it's going to be on-going.

Sunday 24 April 2011

Quincunx

A quincunx has five points to it,
how come you don't even have one?

Saturday 23 April 2011

A Naked Girl,

A carvan,

A snake with just one eye,
An armful of rare orchids..
Tell me
Can a bullfrog fly?

A precious gem, a hurricane,
A cat that holds a tune,
I have another question now,
What time of day is June?

A lion with a jackdaw,
A boxer with a lamb,
And a jar of small catastrophies,
That tells me who I am.

A harlequin, a swimming pool,
A sun that never dies,
It's raining in my tea cup,
Tell me,
Can a bullfrog fly?

Friday 22 April 2011

See you Comin'

This is a song we did a little while ago. The images that go with it I did today. Oh, how I need a tame film maker, or photographer to help!
It starts off gently and builds up a good head of steam!


Thursday 21 April 2011

Summer Blue

Summer blue is in my eyes.
No longer all wolf
I smile,
Sharp teeth glistening
In the afternoon glow.
It's strange
To be out
In this daylight hour,
Mostly human,
And unafraid.
A silent howl escapes my lips
As I smile.
The curse is breaking,
I can feel it.

Summer blue is in my eyes.
Come,
Kiss me,
I have a gift,
And it's
For sharing.

Wednesday 20 April 2011

The Shadow Weaver

This is really good......




But I am forced to admit that with a voice like that I would listen to this man/person/creature say ANYTHING.....

Tuesday 19 April 2011

Fantasy

Sugar sharp she sparkles,
Sickly sweet and scrumptious.
Pirouting past prejudice she
Proudly precipitates perilous pleasures.
Enticing with excited exclaimations
She enthusiastically evaluates everything extended.
Then
Cajoling with careless caresses
She creates almost criminal cravings.
Fantastical fantasies fan the flames until
Finally,
Flesh finishes them all.

Monday 18 April 2011

Roses..

I have no words inside me,

There's an empty place today.
And I really wish
That what's there now
Would take itself away.

I want to have my self back,
With a smile inside my heart,
Not this grey and bitter dismal place
Surrounded by the dark.

Think I'll take myself off outside
Where there's fire in the sky.
And I'll wander through the roses
'Til this rot inside me dies.


Saturday 16 April 2011

I Saw You!

I saw you,
When you thought that everybody else had gone.
I watched you,
What you did there, when you thought you were alone,
I took a chance,
But really wish I hadn't stayed behind,
Now I want to poke my minds eye out, I want it to be blind.

I'm having trouble processing the awful things I've seen,
I don't know how I managed not to scream and scream and scream,
I think I knew that if you found me, that would be the end,
But now I don't know if I can pretend to be your friend.

I can't pretend that I didn't know just what you like to do,
To both yourself and others, when the working day is through.
Now every time you speak to me, I'm terrified you'll ask,
But I'm never, ever, staying late with you,
And that's a fact!


Friday 15 April 2011

The Green Flare - Tarot for The Unwary

The most mysterious Green Flare has eaten too much sulphur again. Still it shakes the words loose and the occasional fire is a small price to pay.

Merryl used the Tarot cards.
She'd read them every day.
For Merryl hoped the Tarot Cards
would guide and show the way.

Lovingly she'd lay them out
on velvet cloth of black.
With book on lap, she'd practise them
until she had the knack.

The way Arcane is what she sought
Major minor all.
She committed them to memory
Till they lodged within her thought.

One day she felt she'd broken through
the purple shaded veil.
Intensity of all her will
had drained her spirits pail.

She met a man named Rod-er-ney
She hoped he was the one.
But she spread the cards, before her legs
to see if harm could come.

The cards warned 'GO!' But her heart said 'NO!'
And so she went ahead.
But Dark Rodders was a twisted soul.
Shagged. Strangled. Left for dead.

Rod nicked her cash and took the deck.
Thought nothing of the deed.
He laid them down in the Rose and Crown
Five quid a go, he'd read.

A Crack Head, Tom, he took him on.
Smug Roddo spread the deck.
Then made up things that upset Tom,
who stabbed him in the neck.

As life ebbed, Rods mind worked quick
A plea to God rehearsed.
What nasty Rodders never knew
was that he'd read the cards reversed!

If you would study Tarot cards,
perhaps you feel the need.
They never state, but indicate.
And you'd do well to heed.

The cards don't speak in earthly ways
So read them at your peril
Be wise and view them thoughtfully
Or end like Rod and Merryl.

Thursday 14 April 2011

You broke up with me on TV.....

......you low life lying sh*t!
You said that I was baby doll
And I was really fit,
You said we'd get some money
So best 'ponce it up a bit.'

I had me hair done special,
By that girl from down the road,
An' I bought a brand new tracky
An new trainers, tagged wiv gold.

Me nails an' face our Sharon did,
I looked the f**king BIZ!
And still you said I'd screwed our Dave,
You'll f**ckin' pay for this!!!

I'm not the one that shagged about,
You had that skanky bit
An' our Sharon saw you with her,
So man, don't give me your sh*t!

And then he said, did Jeremy
That I was 'in denial'
That our Dave had said I did it
That is  just' his f**kin' style!

GOD!
You broke up with me on TV
I think that's f**kin' rich
You think you're somethin' special
I think
You're a f**kin' bitch!!!

Wednesday 13 April 2011

Peace does not visit the guilty mind

They said Nemo Malus Felix,
And I swear to God it's true.
Especially when I think of
All those things
You made me do.

I can't sleep for more than an hour,
Before those nightmares start.
'Fore every wicked thing
I've done
Is nailed into my heart.

If only I'd told you I wouldn't,
But my lust had sealed my fate.
I was desperate to feel you inside me.
Strange
That now I only hate.

It's true that I shouldn't have killed her
You were evil to tease me that night.
And to laugh as her blood flowed around me
You're a devil,
In that she was right.

I know;
Peace does not visit the guilty mind,
Every day is a dantean curse.
But to know you still lived in the same world as me, that,
My cruel little corpse,
Would be worse.

Tuesday 12 April 2011

The Wind

She came; gently at first, with a lovers caress,
All lace and perfume and the promise of peace.
The trees stroked her as she swept through their branches.
Like the arms of the earth they bowed to protect her.
But her peace could not last long.


Quickly they came, thrashing through the night,
A violent enemy gusting harsh and cold.
Billowing with rage they came,
Tearing through the leaves, uprooting the young;
screaming out their hatred
That she had ever lived.


But The Wind breathed in their power and she changed.
Round and aroud she whirled, faster and faster,
Until nothing but the scream of the messangers could be heard.
'Listen!!' she berated the sky, 'Listen and despair!'
And she blew.


Many years have passed since her death.
Since she sacrificed herself for to promise of life.


But now, on an a winters night, they stood.
In a quiet glade, they stood.
And waited.
And waited.


When it came they screamed into the howling.

Such willing minds, willing hearts, crying out for knowledge.

Eyes closed they stood,
Whilst all around them came a sound that shook the ground.
A sound that was everything.
Gliding, soaring....


Their minds were free now,
Carried on a wind that drew them ever upward,
A wind that blew though their souls,
Becoming everything they had ever been
And everything they ever would be.
She was the soul of the world.
At last she had been heard.

Monday 11 April 2011

This morning...

.....I answered the door in my pajamas.



I don't know why I've got a door in my pajamas.......

Saturday 9 April 2011

Just the One

Too many facts I can't absorb,
They make my grey cells ache,
So stop with all the 'did you knows?'
You're making a mistake!

There's itching in my brain pan,
And my memory sieve's full up,
Another though will cause such damage
I can't bear to look!

So, quickly go and get some wine,
You'll have me in your debt,
Quick! I feel an idea forming,
It's a very real threat!

Calamity! You were too late,
I told you to be quick!
Best fetch some whiskey, (single malt mind)
That should do the trick!

Friday 8 April 2011

Bonzo Dog Doo Dah Band!

Oh yes, I'm lazy today. I have wine, and no time left,  to write me a rhyme,  but this song that I leave you is truly sublime!!


Thursday 7 April 2011

The Mirror

Don't get the mirror, no, don't touch,
She will not look,
She's lost too much.
Her face;
That once upon a time,
Was all reflected, always fine;
Has changed;
For time, a jealous thing
Has wrinkles ploughed into her skin.

Her once bright beauty's lost beneath
Her faded, powdered, puckered cheek,
And bitterness has gripped her brow
No laughter lines, just fish mouth now.
A fortune spent, to no avail
Her face it tells a sorry tale,
Regardless of their creams and lies
A sagging hangs around her eyes,
And even knives could not defend
From botox scars, for in the end
This mirror tells a bitter truth
Old age has clearly stolen youth.

Far better had she faced the fact
That being eighteen would not last
And focused on the her inside
The soul her vanity denied,
Perhaps instead of fear and doubt
Her spirit would have shouted out
And made the most of what she'd got,
Instead of leaving hope to rot
Perhaps she would have seen the truth
There's more to life than craving youth.

Wednesday 6 April 2011

Galaxy Quest

I love this film. I forget how much I love it until I see it again and I've just seen it again. There are so many brilliant things to say about it I don't know where to start. In fact, I've written a little ditty in praise.

Oh, I want to be in Galaxy Quest
I do, I love it so!
I want to go to outer space
And vamp with Gwen DeMarco.
I want to battle evil Sarris
Die you bastard, die!
I want to find out what it takes
To make Mathesar lie.
I want to be in Galaxy Quest
I thought you ought to know!
So come on aliens, hurry up
I really want to go!

If you don't know what I'm talking about have a look at this clip as a taster, then watch the whole thing. Go on, do it!!

Tuesday 5 April 2011

The Green Flare - What?

This is a guest poem by my very good friend, The Green Flare. They are an enigma wrapped up in a duvet... which is often on fire. Still, they're a Wordsmith and I'm keeping them.


What
You know what you are
Don't you?
You know you are,
You know?
You're one of them
S'what you are.
I know you know,
my friend.
You aint no lamb
You aint no sheep
You are not alone
You are not asleep
You know what I be
Don't you?
You know, I know,
You know?
I'm one of them
S'what I are
So now you know,
my friend.
I be no lamb
You aint no sheep
we're not alone
I'm just asleep

The Dog Returns!

There are good people out there!! Thank you, thank you to the delightful family in Gosport who found, fed, sheltered and returned our errant hound this morning. THANK YOU!!!

Monday 4 April 2011

Have you seen this dog?

Not so much a blog entry today as a plea for help. Our family dog is missing. I say he's our family dog because everyone in our family loves him. He's been missing since yesterday afternoon. He was last seen in Stanley Park in Gosport, Hampshire where he was being walked by his owner, my brother in law. He's a beagle. He's 7 years old. He's called Misket (pronounced like biscuit). One minute there, next minute not. He's not with the council, he's not with the RSPCA. It's a small hope, but any hope is better than none. Please get in touch if you see him, or you know of anyone that's suddenly acquired a beagle under suspicious circumstances. Thanks!


Sunday 3 April 2011

From you.....

I won't take it from you, 
FROM YOU!!
You raven hearted fiend,
Who only speaks the sticky words
Half hidden in between;
Where meaning's lost in darkness
And the truth's a beaten thing.

Don't look at me you snake,
DON'T DARE!!
You yellow bellied thing.
I smell the bile you so beguiled with
When I was your slave,
But now I've seen the truth of you
I'll have you in your grave.

You've lost the war you fool,
YOU'VE LOST!!
So arrogant and cruel
But now the victim of your crimes
Is wise and on to you,
So swift retreat or death, oh death,
Is all that you can choose.

I pray you choose to run and hide
THEN I'LL COME HUNT FOR YOU!!

Saturday 2 April 2011

The next day...



Perhaps next time, he'll be more careful who he invites into his dreams....