Louise

Louise Aug 2014

lost ..

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I knew I was so very lost
consistently trying to find my way
knowing if I'd turned a blind eye
I wouldn't have known I couldn't stay

The journey was very confusing
so I just headed towards the sun
Ignoring my changing direction
not realising I had come undone

Trudging further into chaos
praying I'd be set on the right path
I know I'm always running away
and never getting ahead of my past

Collapsing from the path
my spirit seemed to quit on me
or had I chosen to forget it
amidst my temporary insanity

It didn't seem to matter though
I'd reached a particular state of mind
top of the rocks at the bottom
without friend, mate or guide

You raised your face and held out a hand
I could see you clearly, at last and so near
your eyes spoke of our younger love
so many days ago, so many years

Hope was lit up inside of me
a certainty once again
I thought you had already left me once
but really you were always there
my husband, my friend

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written a long time ago. he's always there but im a little broken and had forgotten that

Louise Aug 2014

Do Angels Watch Over Me?

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Are the angels
contemplating my fate
deciding for me
the route or journey I take

Do they watch over me
through the difficulties in my life
giving me strength
helping me do what's right

If I ask them
would they guide me today
give answers to questions
that upon my mind do often weigh

Do they forgive
the mistakes I've made
the one's I've forgotten
or that have begun to fade

I hope they stay forever
a comfort and a guide
their love washing over me
like a calm and caressing tide

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The first line is from Robbie Williams song.
Feeling like I need a little angel hug today

Aug 2014

Paula Lee

COCOON

She chases the darkness,
Nothing, but darkness and her,
She sits there,
Darkness a blanket she can wear,
And she listens to the nothingness
that only the darkness allows;

And if she was still aware,
I'm sure she would get down on her knees
and Thank the darkness for the
Silence,
The Blessed Silence
that cocoons her now;

and when daylight comes,
she runs and hides,
hiding from the light that burns,
hiding from the pain and hiding
from the voices, the voices to loud,
and she waits for the sunset,
Eager to be spared.
then she's running again,
into the darkness,
back to the Nothingness
that the darkness allows.*

And if she was still aware,
I'm sure she would get down on her knees,
and Thank the darkness
for the Silence,
The Blessed silence
that cocoons her now.

Louise Aug 2014

Trimming my Bush ; )

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I was happily pottering in the garden
casually 'trimming my bush'
when the neighbours, who are usually
quite chatty
wouldn't make eye contact and began to blush

I couldn't understand it
as my bush really needed cutting back
surely they didn't want that staring at them
like a monster ready to attack

Maybe it was the mess I made
as there was a lot to clear up
tumbleweeds rolling all over the place
It was quite an unruly little shrub

Anyway, the job's done now
I'll pack the tools away 'til next year
and I hope the neighbours will resurface soon
'my bush', they'll no longer have to fear

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I really hope this made you all laugh or smile, at least!
: )

Louise Aug 2014

Madness of the Mind

Locked in this frightening place
it's a nightmare yet I'm awake
All alone, how long has it been?
Not sure how much I can take

Forgetting who I can call
can't even remember their names
I still can't tell how long it's been
Have I been like this for days?

Reflections in the mirror
they seem to be mocking me
I want to escape this place
but it's a condition called Dementia you see

Starting off with a direction
then losing all idea of my plan
sometimes I'm just in my own world
not worrying about who I am

At the end of each exhausting day
during darkness and a thousand chills
my reality is again tainted
brutally bending my mind further still

I wrote this from the perspective of someone suffering from Dementia after observing my mother on one of her bad days.

Louise Aug 2014

Teasing Tongues

It's a kiss
you can sink into
forgetting time
unable to remember
if it's day or night.
Plump, full mouths
lips
moist,
parted
Tips of tongues, teasing
tasting
enticing.
Our mouths
are busy
but my body
feels jolts of electricity
elsewhere, in other places

and we've barely even begun!

Aug 2014

John F McCullagh

The Cenotaph

In Whitehall stands a monument,
A column wrought in stone.
Empty as that mother’s heart
whose sons did not come home.
It bears the dates of two world wars,
And three carved words I read.
A politician’s shibboleth
About “the Glorious Dead”
Standing in November’s rain,
No glory came to mind.
Perhaps that word held meaning
in another place and time.
They have passed from living memory
those soldier boys of thine.
Now bronze reliefs and marble wreaths
Recall their deaths to mind.

The Cenotaph is a monument that standing the Whitehall square in London. It honors Britain's war dead. The phrase The Glorious Dead" inscribed on the Cenotaph was prepared by Lloyd George