One day at a time
Calmly nurturing
Understanding, patiently
Lovingly, caressingly
Under an umbrella
Saved by God’s grace
Optimum performance
Means remembering
No more forgetting,
I matter too.
Author: Rashelle Reid
Poet, writer, researcher.
Paisley Abbey Stained Glass Window
A draft from the past….Pinocchio
I just found this among lots of draft blogs. I could probably add something about The Three Little Pigs but for the sake of posterity I’ll leave it as it was written.
Let us not rush into any more wars,
Not on the word of a liar,
If only his nose grew like little Pinocchio,
Or his pants really did catch on fire.
He is an actor that has learned his trade,
In the Skull and Crossbones secret ways.
He plays with false flags,
As he drives around in jags
Acting like we’re all toys
Here for the joy of the Eton boys
To die in their wars
While inflicting more sores
In a world already so deeply scarred
Minds so terribly marred
Step back from the madness we see
It’s the only way clearly to see
We’ve been programmed with the language of lies
Terror’s been spread in their well acted sighs
Contagious the disease has run wild
Infecting the future of every child
Now they’re calling for more war?
As Scotland’s showing Westminster the door
We ain’t playing your rules,
You blood-thirsty fools
The extremists are your creation,
A result of bombing a nation
Well that and your skulduggery
And out and out thuggery
You think we don’t know
How you write the full script
Then play it over and over in our minds
Our emotions heightened to blind
The tears we have cried at the times you have lied
Have left a gift in their place,
With clarity we looked at the news,
No longer buying your views
Stop acting like we have no choice
And start listening as we speak with one voice
We will not be manipulated any more,
We will no longer fight in your wars
Gone are the ways of the past,
Our true voice set free at last
Peace the proclamation as we move forward with glee,
Reclaiming our sovereignty, we set ourselves free
Into a future at one with the World
Educating and empowering the boys and the girls.
Creating a future that shines a bright light,
On leading with love instead of dominating with might
We’re so close now Scotland, and the death throes are messy
And Cameron may be a bully but he’s also a big jessie!!
He’ll pull out every tool he can find to even the field
But it’s harvest time now and it’s time to yield
The future they planned is ours for the taking.
A future at peace is one we’ll be making
Decommissioning Trident with our courageous hearts
Showing the world we can have a fresh start
No longer tied to the bondage of past
Finally from the chains we’ve broke free at last
Imagining the future, drawing it close
Energising the vision, we want to see most.
Vote YES on the 18th September,
A day future generations will always remember.
Just for Fun
Zebedee
Your
Xylophone
Wailed
Victoriously
Ushering
Tomorrow
Starts
Revealing
Quintessentially
Perfect
Orgasmic
Neutrinos
Meandering
Lovingly
Kissing
Jupiter
Intergalactically
Hyper-driven
Gratefully
Following
Evolution
Driving
Conscious
Ballroom
Anarchy
An Ode to Friends
There are times we pass like ships in the night,
then others we’re hardly out of sight.
You don’t judge the shadows under my eyes,
you give me a hug when I’m full of sighs.
We’ve giggled, danced and sang some songs,
we’ve righted the world from all its wrongs.
No matter if we’re together or not,
you’re never far away from my thoughts.
As life sails along and you’re pulled by the waves,
And you wish at times you could run away
Think of me as I think of you
and hopefully, you will smile too x
Heavenly Love
A tribute to my Uncle Bill Roy
I know why you couldn’t wait
your love had wedged the gate
keeping it open for you to slide through
so once again she could be close to you.
You slipped off when you had the chance
To be reunited in the eternal dance,
Free at last from your earthly bounds,
you smile and laugh as you spin her round
You don’t hear the angels serenading
As they join you both in celebrating
heavenly love returning home.
My Love for Irene Roy
What love has connected
no distance can divide
I am always with you,
in the love you have inside.
Until we meet again my love
I’ll never be far away.
Tune into your heart
where I’ll always stay
Together in the laughter,
together in the tears
As we have always been
during our many happy years
Until we meet again my love
don’t think I’m far away
Tune into your heart
where I’ll always stay
The Final Whistle
Sitting on the side-lines
cheering less and less
Disconnected voices
never sensing my distress.
Benched by circumstance
not an inability to play
Poverty of opportunity
the price I’m forced to pay.
How do I stay connected,
when I’m stuck within these walls?
I still turn up to training,
hoping my time has yet to come.
but the team fails to see
the shadow I’ve become.
The alarm bell is ringing
the side-lines call again,
but I’ve decided to stay at home
reconnect with lost friends…
Will they notice my disconnection,
or the space upon the bench?
I shower and prepare myself
for this meeting of minds
No longer care about connecting
with my team-mates who went blind.
I check my reflection in the mirror
to check I’m ready to go
then I count out the tablets
before I change my mind to no.
Did we win today I wonder,
as the final whistle blows…
National Suicide Prevention Week 2019
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The Goddess of Illusion
“Get on your f’n mask!”
screamed the Libertarian
to the lonely librarian.
As the freedom fighter
shared all the rules.
Watching Orwell’s imagination
Repeat on station after station.
Pens at the ready to herd us all in.
Imprinting a story to keep us within.
The Goddess of illusion cycling
Round and round on repeat
A poison chalice douses naked feet.
Trickling through, eroding away,
reserves and progress all washed away.
Limits stretched to the extremes.
Set the alarm, wake from the dream.
Rejection
The moderator has fallen asleep
and logic has left the building.
Isolated from my dreams,
hope shattered once more.
As my broken heart screams for acceptance
from these three strangers symbolising a society
that seeks solutions in experience.
Imagination and creativity trail behind
only a few steps from the starting line.
Too tried to try again,
my only fuel now rage.
Tears blinding, I try to step forward
But I stumble and fall
Slumping to the ground with a thud.
Passers by stop to stare
as friends whisper in my ear
the words I’m not ready to hear
“Whit’s fur ye will no go by ye”
Which I know is true
because I’ve saw it too
But for now, all I can see is how hard it’s been
to have yet another crushed dream.
Double Dare
When nothing is quite what it seems
and the nightmares are more real than dreams..
The signposts unclear
obscured by fear,
emotion blinds logic
repetition's hypnotic
stories unfold
by what we are told
over and over again
weary and drained
look here, watch this
headlines to the abyss
pathways of terror
by programmed pall bearers
carrying coffins of doom
truth has no room
in this hotel of darkness
in a world of starkness
don't question the insanity,
where's the humanity?
accept what you're told
don't dare be so bold
to think for yourself
go directly to hell
do not pass go
don't stop
don't wonder
never analyse
never ponder
take a chance
double dare you
hurry now
before they snare you
When nothing is quite what it seems
and the nightmares are more real than dreams...
Ponderings from Paisley 