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April 20, 2020

 

 

 

 

We bend the rules, we cross the bar,

and go a little bit too far.

 

We turn the key, we enter in,

that private room – it is a sin.

 

We stretch the truth, we tell a lie,

to impress our peers, oh me, oh my.

 

We weep for others, we share their pain.

It helps us keep, our own head sane.

 

We smile, we laugh, and onward go,

and for the world, put on a show.

 

We dig a hole, we downward fall,

when lies exposed, shit hits the wall.

 

We dip and delve, we recall names,

and resurrect, the same old flames.

 

We visualise, we second guess,

what isn’t said, in times of stress.

 

We overthink, we take a gulp.

We beat ourselves, sometimes to pulp.

 

We agonise, we sit and wait,

until depression, lifts it’s gate.

 

 

Written by

Harriet Blackbury.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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April 10, 2020

 

 

 

 

Just love every moment

that time will allow,

until life nearly over

finds one facing the last bow.

 

And learn from mistakes

often made in haste,

when rushed off one’s feet

with no time to waste.

 

Reach for the impossible

if that be your choice.

But if it goes wrong

then heed your own voice.

 

Revive your spirits

with an inkling of an idea..

Remember great oaks,

from little acorns appear.

 

Place any burden of guilt

you still carry from an error,

into the hands of a higher power,

who can deal with your terror.

 

So you are able

to refresh your mind,

going forward with the knowledge

no open wounds left behind.

 

Help those less able

than you clearly are,

to fulfill their dreams,

and find their personal star.

 

Remember those loved ones

who sadly had to go,

with such a quick exit

no worse pain could one know.

 

But yet one survives

to this present day,

because the happiness they brought

will never fade away.

 

Open up your mind

explore every part,

so that each and every moment

remains in your heart.

 

Keep on making memories

as so many you’ll need,

when in repose

your own life book you read.

 

Discover extremes of life

from pure bliss to regrets,

as the monotonous day to day

the mind soon forgets.

 

(Regrets are so draining,

but after fingers burn,

the experience, character building,

and good lessons you’ll learn.

 

And when, as a reward,

pure bliss then comes along,

cherish every second –

it usually doesn’t stay long,

 

but sticks in the mind

overpowering regrets,

spurring you on to the next high

as your appetite it wets.)

 

So life is there to be lived,

how, is just up to you.

Stay true to yourself,

and you’ll always come through.

 

Nothing is impossible.

Everyone’s needs are unique.

The world is there to be discovered,

so go out and take a peek,

 

but not at the moment,

as that would be unwise.

For now, muse over your life story –

yourself, you’ll surprise.

 

As what lies undiscovered

or forgotten with age,

will soon come to the fore,

handing you the first page.

 

Always write from the heart,

as no-one knows better than you,

the ups and the downs

that you have lived through.

 

           Good Luck

 

 

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When all the positives are saying ‘yes’,

capture the moment – feel the bliss.

And ride that fast speed, train of survival,

whilst the opportunity exists.

 

But when all the negatives are saying ‘no’,

one simply has to go with the flow.

And do what can be done just now,

until problems resolve themselves somehow.

 

 

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April 1, 2020

 

 

 

 

No germ laden kisses allowed right now,

though one is permitted a curtsy or bow,

 

as long as the distance is two metres apart,

from those whom we love, with all of our heart.

 

And definitely not, any big hugs or squeezes –

only waves from a window, avoiding diseases.

 

And so it is that, by memories we are consoled,

until this mother of all viruses, can be controlled.

 

A time to take stock, with a different perspective,

until a cure can be found, that is effective.

 

This restriction of movement, from freedom we had,

perhaps not such a bad thing, as times had become mad.

 

When, like headless chickens, without a moment to spare,

we conducted our life, dashing around here and there,

 

on a roller coaster to nowhere, all stressed out of our head,

and too exhausted to sleep, when finally getting into bed.

 

Some people are even saying, it’s a population correction,

and who knows if their theories are true?

 

Though these times surely don’t compare, to previous world wars,

that our ancestors endured, and went through?

 

So let sense prevail, now faith, once more is shaken,

to help minimise the loss, of life, sadly taken.

 

As our hearts go to those, with dearest ones’ lost,

in these desperate days, as we count the cost.

 

 

 

 

 

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March 2, 2019

 

 

Some say Shakespeare placed commas

where he meant us to pause!

No right way or wrong way,

he made his own laws.

 

Rap music also

makes it’s own rules,

though a dash never followed

a full stop in high schools.

 

The problems with apostrophes

puts the mind in overload,

as confusing as dots and dashes

used in Morse code.

 

A semi-colon, not a buddy

of an exclamation mark.

High treason committed

when brackets used for a lark.

 

And when capitals miss-used,

it sends some on a rant.

And are italics just there 

to give meaning a slant?

 

So release all ideas

that into the mind, flood.

Don’t see as a barrier

grammar misunderstood.

 

For words better written

than left in the head.

Punctuation can follow

when manuscripts put to bed.

 

No point in an asterisk,

if the other’s gone west.

Thank God this is finished

and now off my chest.

 

 

 

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April 28, 2017

 

 

Forever burdened with the truth,

that lies buried deep within.

The layers of yesteryears events;

a decadent life of sin.

 

Forever troubled by a past,

where does one begin,

in putting right what went so wrong?

Sensitivity, paper thin.

 

Forever imprisoned, perhaps for the best;

take each blow on the chin.

The tide has turned and washed away,

sad tears and old chagrin.

 

 

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March 17, 2017

 

 

Saturday was a day to remember.

The Leader showed them the cultural scene,

Passing Bram Stoker’s home

and then onto St. Stephens Green.

 

They stopped for a pint in the Shelbourne,

then into Dublin’s smallest drinking den.

Before finding a bar with a telly,

to watch the footy – well, men will be men!

 

The girls went off to do some shopping,

saying ‘Can we stay out ‘till three?’

‘Oh, yes,’ cried the men with one voice,

while rubbing their hands with glee.

 

At last they could get down to business.

‘Another six pints of Guinness, good man’,

they shouted to the barman in eagerness.

‘This draught sure beats that in a can!’

 

The girls arrived back at three twenty,

thinking that they were so late.

But another game of footy had started,

so back out they went thinking, ‘Great!’

 

At teatime they walked along Grafton Street,

and stopped at Bewleys Tea Place.

Where they ordered sandwiches and coffee;

the day was still picking up pace.

 

In the evening they went to the Guinea Pig,

though they lost a ‘big brother’ on the way.

As one guy was still feeling very sick

and decided to call it a day.

 

The men soon got talking politics

and the world’s problems they did debate.

and decided to have some brandy,

when told that the taxi would be late.

 

Not realising they’d lose an hour

next day, as the clocks were put on.

They headed to a bar for a nightcap,

but one jumped in the lift, and was gone.

 

The Leader had been promised tickets

from a guy, who’d never let him down.

They were to meet him in the second carriage

of the next train heading for town.

 

This soon proved a journey to remember.

The passengers were crushed to bits,

One woman yelled: ‘You’re breaking my ribs!’

another screamed: ‘You’re squashing my tits!’

 

Each time they pulled into a station

the doors slid open and still more got on.

One of the girls nearly burst into tears,

as sadly, her bottle had gone.

 

The Leader came good with the tickets,

well, he got an all important two!

And with hindsight, for him and his best friend

it’d be a match they wouldn’t want to view.

 

They’d probably have developed heart failure,

or at least sunk in utter despair.

Because the game wasn’t so much a ‘walkover’,

as it was embarrassing beyond compare.

 

Two of them stood at the back of the Stand

to avoid the inevitable squeeze.

Whilst others headed towards The Herbert Park,

for stew and Guinness to at least appease.

 

Some headed into the city,

to find a livelier spot.

And stumbled up the stairs to O’Neills,

into a room that was hotter than hot.

 

One poor guy was still feeling dodgy

and needed a place that was cool.

‘I could give all this lot twenty years!’

He thought, as he stood on a stool.

 

But age, in the end, didn’t matter.

as England won by a margin so clear.

And gave all the much travelled supporters

an excuse to down yet even more beer.

 

They then headed back to Mulligans

and ordered more beers and coke.

Where they met the Leader’s older brother,

who turned out to be one hell of a bloke.

 

He was just back from touring Australia

and he had an amazing grin,

due to a plate of teeth made from titanium

that he said was almost ‘paper thin’.

 

The rest came in celebrating,

the unbelievable England win.

And ribbed the Irish unmercifully

but they took it well, on the chin.

 

Then they caught the train back to the hotel,

including the brother and the best friend.

At least they could commiserate together,

a sorrow shared, by good pals til the end.

 

The group then collected their cases.

Their adventure was over and done.

They agreed the weekend had been terrific,

and best of all – England had won!

 

England v Ireland  – The Big One

 

 

 

 

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August 31, 2016

 

 

So free the mind of everyday clutter.

Forgotten are days of woe.

No returning to muddy waters,

on a tug that sailed long ago.

 

So free the mind of knotted seaweed,

that the hippocampus knew well.

Now the mind on a voyage of discovery,

without baggage, as heavy as hell.

 

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April 14, 2016

 

 

And people came, hoping to fit in;

a new life willing to begin.

 

No sea too risky or too deep,

to sap their strength – no time to weep.

 

Each one battling fear and fright,

for a chance of freedom – knuckles white.

 

Survivors of life’s cruellest game;

to live in peace their only aim. 

 

 

 

 

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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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