My Last Request

Memories to be cherished  

From my stint in detention 

When my biggest sin  

Was to seek redemption.  

How you held me,  

How you saved me. 

My heart beating stronger,  

reminding me of who I am,  

Helping me see beyond,  

To grow, to love again,  

To cherish, to adore,  

To begin again, to sing again,  

To scream Hallelujah  

As through rainbows  

On windowpanes  

autumn leaves  

Drift by, silently  

Calling to be seen,  

to become one 

with the symphony  

Playing in my heart.  

In your hands, safe,  

Knowing, this touch is sacred.  

Breathless, I laugh, and cry 

And sigh, then laugh some more.  

Every moment, a line from a song,  

A quote from a book.  

The way clear, I feel you near,  

Calling me home, to you, to me,  

To smile, to be free.  

To rejoice, to dance.   

To love and romance,  

To dream, to pray  

My last request  

To marry you, comes true 

As the dreams we dare  

To dream so often do.  

Shelley x  

Patterns, Poetry & Patience

Patience

It’s been a bit of a rainy day today both outside and in so I decided to recreate a game of Patience I played one day in April last year aka 2021. I was going through a difficult time and needed all the patience I could muster. Thankfully I managed to get myself out of the difficult situation and also won the game of patience, in the end too.

I wasn’t planning to share the picture but when I saw Robert Burns and Robert the Bruce looking on from the top right, I thought why not. Both Burns and Bruce make me smile and once again I was reminded to be more patient and firstly, that starts with being patient with myself on rainy days.

The Clubhouse Mixtape Remastered

Shall we take a trip down memory lane to Somewhere Only we Know where we all went a tad Insane in the membrane. Where stair dwellers, and shoe gazers, met boys in hats wearing velvet blazers, over and over again. Doc boots on a Hippychick, New Shoes, to the carpet stick! My Generation had no Geordie Shores for our Teenage Kicks, just Newcastle Brown Ale and plain, old sick.

They told me I’m an indie kid until I started to rave but Freaky Dancin‘ was all I really craved. This Music is Shit play some Kylie. There She Goes again, the DJ’s laugh, looking a tad wily. You’re Unbelievable, Rashelle, it’s too cheesy to be cool but singing Hallelujah and Spinning Around I knew I was Nobody’s Fool. I was Losing my Religion but I had found My Church and on the door, we were greeted by a guy we called Big Lurch. In the Clubbie, an Unfinished Symphony had begun, Dancing in the Dark we were shone on by The Suns and as Shiny, Happy People twirled under a Waterfall we were introduced to a girl named Victoria by a band called The Fall.

She’s a Rainbow we discovered Dancing Naked in the Rain as we teleported to a Mersey Paradise over and over again. We got to know The Shamen who taught us to Move any Mountain and fed our souls with spiritual food before introducing us to a shady guy named Ebenezeer Goode.

I missed the party when The Farm came to town and as they sang All together now at Tracey’s, wee Shelley did frown. We made for the border and networked a lot, we were a tad naughty but never got caught. From Soul to Soul to Robbie’s Angel, we have stories to tell and though we had Sympathy for the Devil we didn’t go Straight to Hell. With No Limits, we wandered into Strawberry Fields and discovered Groove is in the Heart, Learning to Fly, as we planned the Revolution we’d start.

On the Last Train to Transcendental we went a bit mental as we asked What Time is Love? And,/ in the light of the Blue Sunshine danced with a Looking Glass Girl wearing The Glove.

Another Brick in the Wall left us quite dazed but as The Doors opened, we were no longer fazed. On a Perfect, Fairground Attraction trying to get some action but it seems I can’t get no Satisfaction. Still, I Feel Good, as I down a Funky, Cold Medina before I Turn Around and see myself as a Dancing Queen crowned by Abba.

His Girlfriend in a coma, plays In the Dark, as we remember old friends who on our hearts left a mark. Feeling ridiculous as we Sit Down with James, before we Jump Around to House of Pain. Wearing My Favourite Dress wondering Should I stay or Should I go? before tequila slammers get me in a mess. I Wanna be Adored but it’s Closing Time so grab your coats, there’s a party at mine.

Where’s me Jumper? I Scream over the noise as I fall into the eyes of a gorgeous boy. “Are you going to go my way?” I whisper, Like a Prayer as someone cries “Touch me, I’m Sick” from the Clubhouse stairs. “Help!” he moans as he spews into his combats, while wearing a kaftan. “Everything’s Gonna be All RIght, Just Relax and Enjoy Yourself, Rocketman.”

I Knew You Were Waiting” I beamed. Things Can Only Get Better, unless this is just a D-Ream. “Ever fallen in love? he asks as I swoon, under the light of The Whole of the Moon. This could be a Perfect Day if you Touch Me, I think to myself, maybe I’m being Naive and I’m really on the Highway to Hell. It’s a Sin, but I can’t resist this Temptation. Electric Dreams fill my mind and deliver a New Sensation and my heart explodes in Fascination.

You’re a Wild Thing, little Foxy Lady he whispers as the Purple Rain soaks us under the light of the moon. Be My Bloody Valentine, I plead. He nods and reply’s “I will be, Soon.”

Do you remember the first time?” I asked “What’s the story, morning glory? in the Love Shack?”

“Is this A Kind of Magic? you whispered back . We walked home together, hand in hand, and with One Kiss, we transported to Wonderland.

Mods, rockers, sinners and saints, Under the Bridge back in the day.

Imagine that, now all that’s left to say is Thank You for the Music to friends new and old, from down Paisley way.

Love and Laughter , Rashelle  

The Clubhouse Mixtape

Shall we take a trip down memory lane to when we went Insane in the membrane. Where stair dwellers, and shoe gazers, met boys in hats in velvet blazers. Doc boots on a Hippychick, new shoes, to the carpet stick! No Geordie Shores for our Teenage Kicks, was it Newky Brown or plain, old sick.

They told me I’m an indie kid until I started to rave but Freaky Dancin‘ was all I really craved.  This Music is Shit please play some Kylie. There She Goes again, the DJ’s laugh looking a tad wily. You’re Unbelievable, Rashelle, it’s too cheesy to be cool but Spinning Around I knew I was Nobody’s Fool.  I was Losing my Religion but I had found My Church and on the door, we were greeted by a guy we called Big Lurch.  In the Clubbie, an Unfinished Symphony had begun, in the darkness we were even shone on by The Suns.

I missed the party when The Farm came to town and as they sang All together now, wee Shelley did frown. We made for the border and networked a lot, we were a tad naughty but never got caught. From Soul to Soul to Robbie’s Angel, we have stories to tell and though we have Sympathy for the Devil we didn’t go Straight to Hell. With No Limits, we danced in Strawberry Fields where we discovered that the Groove is in the Heart and on the Last train to Transcendental we went a bit mental.

Another Brick in the Wall left us quite dazed but as The Doors opened, we were no longer fazed. On a Perfect, Fairground attraction somehow we survived every fatal attraction. His Girlfriend in a coma, plays In the Dark, as we remember old friends who on our hearts, left a mark. Feeling ridiculous as we Sit Down with James, before we Jump Around to House of Pain. Wearing My Favourite Dress wondering Should I stay or Should I go now? before tequila slammers get me in a mess. I Wanna be Adored but it’s Closing Time so grab your coats, there’s a party at mine. Where’s me Jumper? I scream over the noise as I drown in the eyes of a gorgeous boy. “Ever fallen in love? he asks as I swoon, under the light of The Whole of the Moon. Do you remember the first time? you whispered “What’s the story, morning glory?” in the Love Shack. “Is this A Kind of Magic? I whispered back.

Mods, rockers, sinners and saints, with trains overhead back in the day.

Cheers, Rashelle  

Extended version coming soon – Watch this Space

Ghosts

It was so long ago,

when you left me

with tears in my eyes

I had to say goodbye

Never knowing then,

what I know now,

of how you’d haunt me

with an unannounced,

yet welcome rendezvous

in the astral plane,

for a brief moment in time,

before the alarm bell rings

waking me from a dream

to leave you behind,

like you left me,

all those years ago.

Yearning for sleep to return

I imagine gluing my eyes closed.

Knowing that even a brief glimpse,

is better than the shadows

that have lived in my heart

in the eternity since we parted

I’d never imagined then,

that in the future,

I’d dream of going to sleep

for that brief moment in time

when we were together again.

Sharing a laugh and a hug,

lingering memories that never fade

like the feelings trapped inside

Reminding me that once,

long ago, we were entwined

before you had to go,

leaving me to wonder,

if in another place in time

we are together.

Walking hand in hand,

in a parallel land,

just like this one

laughter etches

lines of our future

on our faces.

instead of tears

from the past

when we say goodbye

to those who touch our soul.

Memories float like ghosts

trapped in an ethereal prison

that no-one can see

Hauntingly beautiful,

It was so long ago

you left me…

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