September 23, 2025

 

 

Hold tight the moment,

if you’ve a second to spare.

Before that lovely warm feeling

disappears into thin air.

 

Hang on to the memory

of good times well spent,

when days of pure ecstasy

so swiftly came and went.

 

Precious moments of stillness

are very rare indeed.

Often broken by birdsong

or a plane thundering by at speed.

 

So embrace the stillness,

it really is a must.

To rid oneself of anxiety,

is more essential than catching moondust.

 

 

 

 

 

You give me light.

You give me strength.

You give me hope

to carry on.

 

You give me courage.

You give me warmth.

You give me peace

when sense has gone.

 

You give me time.

You give me solace.

You give me your all

in times of need.

 

You give me memories.

You give me smiles.

You give me love

on which to feed.

 

You give me guidance.

You give me a way.

You give me rest 

at close of play.

 

You give me faith.

You give me reason.

You give me a push

to start each day. 

 

 

January 3, 2025

 

 

and on that note

one must not dwell.

A giant quaver.

A decibel.

 

and on that word

one must not linger.

A time of loss.

A real hurt bringer.

 

and on that thought

one must not sleep.

The mighty fortress.

The castle’s keep.

 

and on that question

one must not reply.

Let the past be done.

Let the time go by.

 

and on that subject

one must not forget.

The good times plenty.

The heavenly duet.

 

and on that milestone

one must not stand still.

Many roads to conquer.

Many walks uphill.

 

and on that sorrow

one must not recall.

A time put to bed.

A new day to install.

 

and on that future

one must not deny.

A brighter time.

A freedom cry.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Is it really out of the question?

Is it really so extreme?

Is it a figment of the imagination?

Is it really just a pipe dream?

 

Is it too far fetched to believe in?

Is it hiding in plain sight?

Is it just the fascination

of thinking you are up for the fight?

 

Is it possible you have the strength?

Is it true you are in contention?

Is it just a passing rumour?

Is it even worth a mention?

 

Is it likely you’d want the job,

if it was offered to you on the spot?

Is it worth telling all the world,

that your name is back in the pot?

 

 

 

August 13, 2024

 

 

I rarely cry, but today

a lone tear rolled down my cheek.

I was too choked to speak.

 

I rarely sigh, but today

a sense of weariness came passing by.

Oh me, oh my!

 

I rarely retreat, but today

some privacy I had to seek.

I momentarily felt weak.

 

I rarely transgress, but today

with my head on the block,

I had to take stock.

 

I rarely give in, but today

my excuses were running thin,

so I let him win.

 

I rarely shout, but today

my patience just simply ran out.

What’s that all about?

 

I rarely need help, but today

my world turned upside down,

so I hit the town.

 

I rarely regret, but today 

stupidity raised it’s head,

and from the scene I fled.

 

I rarely back track, but today

my actions were lacking attack.

I thought I would crack.

 

I rarely pray, but today

I did, as I’d lost my way.

No more to say.

 

 

 

April 28, 2022

 

 

He’s worked his fingers to the bone.

The length and breadth of the country he’s travelled.

He has been pro-active in every way,

as the horrors of the world unravelled.

 

He has overcome illness.

He has dealt with grief.

He has tackled troubles first hand,

and proved himself a worthy chief.

 

He is loving the job,

that he was born to do.

His efforts must be rewarded,

when another term is due.

 

His energy is unfailing.

He keeps us out of the mire.

To make Britain great again,

is his only desire.

 

Who else is there, I ask,

crazy enough to want his position?

Let the lad carry on,

he has shown his contrition.

 

written by

Harriet Blackbury

 

January 18, 2022

 

 

He hasn’t a nasty bone in his body,

but has the exuberance of a child,

who sometimes act before they think,

when ideas are running wild.

 

He has a generosity of spirit,

with vulnerability sometimes on view.

And just like me and you,

at times he is fallible too.

 

He is loved by those adventurous,

but scorned by those with a virtuous view.

And in an effort to land on middle ground,

easily finds himself in a stew.

 

But we all know and love, people like him.

In our own lives, there are those, with this trait!

Who we protect and make allowances for.

Well, that is my belief, at any rate.

 

Who could blame him for feeling euphoric,

as his master plan began to unfold?

Who would not understand all the frustration,

that he alone, on his shoulders, had to hold?

 

Who would deny him an in-house Thank You,

when he had just saved us from going into extinction?

Even Winston Churchill liked the odd snifter,

and he finished up with a distinction.

 

He is the best we have at this moment,

and a bit more support wouldn’t go amiss.

To try and be all things, to all people,

is such an impossibility, at times like this.

 

written by

Harriet Blackbury   January 2022

 

January 13, 2022

 

 

One who carries

a heavy load,

with a head so full,

it might explode.

 

Should be excused

a well meaning faux pas,

and a human error,

not let, the future mar.

 

One who works

with good intention,

and gives of their all,

in a unique way.

 

Should be understood,

in the bigger picture.

When new challenges were met,

and hard work, won the day.

 

One who carries

on their shoulders,

the weight of the world,

can only do their best.

 

and should be allowed,

to bravely battle on,

with lessons learned en-route,

in life’s toughest test.

 

written by

Harriet Blackbury  2022

 

 

December 23, 2021

 

When you’ve done your best

in the only way you know how;

in the given time space

that life will allow.

 

Don’t worry about a thing.

 

When you’ve given your all

whilst balancing balls in the air;

don’t let the returning battle

find you slumped in despair.

 

Just follow a bird on the wing.

 

When your efforts are booed

when successful you’ve been;

and the odd oversight

becomes the big screen.

 

Sit silent, and let time, calmness bring.

 

When you’ve dealt with bereavement

both in private and on view;

on top of your workload

is the hardest thing to do.

 

Stay positive, and hear church bells ring.

 

When new life appears

and makes sense of it all;

be proud of yourself

and always walk tall.

 

God Bless you with angels that sing.

 

March 11, 2021

 

 

and sunlight came today,

I gave myself a break,

away from a self absorbed existence,

a breathe of fresh air to partake.

 

and vision came today,

depression to replace.

My mind flooding with ideas,

I re-joined the human race.

 

and hope came by today,

a future I could see.

Solitude, a draughty corridor

that nearly was the death of me.

 

 

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