Poetry

Your Angel Triliogy

This is a set of 3 poems called "The Your Angel Trilogy" They are a set of linked poems, all telling the same story, about domestic violence, from three different perspectives.

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Mother

My mom has this tendency to not let me do things because she's afraid to let me go out and if I get hurt she won't be there to help me so I wrote...

Mother

 You were the first person to hold me  You were the first person to talk to me

You taught me how to walk You taught me how to talk          ...

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Ignored

It is about me I will admit. I was inspired because one night I had tried to read my dad a poem I had wrote in class and he was to busy so I...

I wrote a poem today.

 I tried to tell you.  I tried to read it to you.  I stared into your eyes and read it. 

You stared back  but you could not hear,    You could...

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I live in hope

This is my very first poem, penned on 14th November 2015 in the wake of the recent tragedy in Paris. It really sparked something in me to write my feelings so this is my...

I wake up every morning, Then I turn on the news, Do my eyes deceive me,  I see just sorrow and the blues.

I see mass death and destruction, From a war that will not cease When in my heart I wish for A world of tolerance and peace.

I see men and women crying, For the loved ones they have lost, Now all that remains is a memory, Those lives have been the cost.

Is it just too much to ask, For you to open your eyes and see God cares not of race nor creed, All he sees is your divinity.

You are no different from your earthly brother You are just of flesh and bones, This body is made of star dust, Your spirit shares its home.

So when in times of terror,  It is inward we must dwell, To save us all from this earthly life, That some might say is hell.

Reach out with understanding, Please, open up your mind, The way we fight this unspeakable horror, Is to be compassionate and kind.

For what you think is different, Is more alike than you may think, If you cast aside your judgement, You'll know that we're in synch.

I live in hope that some day as one we can unite. to fight this dreaded terror with love and hope and light.

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The Veteran

We often take for granted

That old man on that chair

The one with funny clothes on

And grey receding hair

But if we close our eyes

Imagine who he used to be

The old man with funny clothes on

Lead a country to victory

You never stopped to question

You only stand and judge

The old man on the park bench

Feeding ducks and eating fudge

It’s once a year you see him

With his medals on display

Standing at the cenotaph

Looking grieved and in dismay

He stands still in reflection

In silent mourning and in grief

For as the clock strikes 11

He lays down the poppy wreath.

In laying down that poppy wreath

In memory of what was

He lost his friends and colleagues

He laid down his life for us.

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maestro

love

To listen  After everything there is To be said  has been said

To listen  As if your life  Depended on it Over and over

Transfixed You listen Unsolicited  Unacknowledged

You do not understand Or recall You are...

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Reaching Beyond Oceans

My cherished  one How far will I love you

As far as where moons dissolve in deep seas

Beyond the edge of a tide's crimson hue

where your breath quickens sails with fevered breeze

Alone  I'll embark to...

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If we feel love remember

Why they say that he is no more, if we incessantly feel him, if we love him, remember him!

It is not him who is no more - it is the world, it is all...

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Thank you

It is dedicated to a friend who died.

Thank you!

For the smile you always gave us when you were alive.

For showing us the way how we can return to life.

For being there in the moments when we needed a helping hand to...

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The vital spark

This item is about perseverance. It was written in the hardest times of my life.

Your life just smoulders like a small piece of coal. And into air silently your low spirits flow. Your smile is lost and life is draped in grey. The tears in your eyes mean...

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