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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.
and for the umpteenth
time that day,
the mind unsettled –
in disarray.
and birds that came
for daily bread,
absent from the air –
the world seemed dead.
So still, too still,
pressure intense.
That day so different,
nothing made sense.
and for the umpteenth
time that day,
all sense of reason
went away.
any chance of hope
inside my head,
quickly replaced
by fear and dread.
What point – no point
to life, I thought,
when at rock bottom
some help I sought.
February 4, 2021
Everyone of us
leaves a trail
as soon as ever
our ship sets sail.
Everyone of us
is duty bound
to help others who
have hit the ground.
Everyone of us
needs to talk
to strangers
on our daily walk.
Everyone of us
is quite unique
and yet so similar
when we hold hands and speak.
Everyone of us
needs to see
the wonder of nature
in every tree.
Everyone of us
needs a friend
to prevent us going
round the bend.
Everyone of us
will at some point dwell
on the repercussions
of raising hell.
Everyone of us
has the choice
to just stay silent
or to have a voice.
Everyone of us
can happiness find
with a positive attitude
of heart and mind.
Everyone of us
knows right from wrong
so lets rejoice in the truth
and stay on song.
Everyone of us
will look back and sigh
whilst wondering ‘What if?’
when a lost chance goes by.
Everyone of us
needs a fighting spirit
to survive rough times
and new life inherit.
Everyone of us
has to die.
when our number is up
that’s it – goodbye.
Everyone of us
is equal in heaven
with the Lord insisting
‘Lights out at seven’.
Written by Harriet Blackbury.
December 25, 2020
Let’s all unite as a nation,
now that we’ve come this far.
Let’s put back the Great in Britain,
and show the world who we are.
Let’s find in ourselves some happiness,
that in recent times has disappeared.
Let’s love those who are less fortunate,
and embrace the freedom of being home-reared.
Let’s welcome to our land all visitors,
but on our terms, as now is the case.
Let’s enrich our lives with friendship,
though sadly not yet, with a physical embrace.
Let’s put our nation first, and go forward.
Each new step, such an important seed.
Let’s all take on a positivity,
that becomes infectious, so we can succeed.
Let’s show each other kindness,
and come together as one.
Let’s make 2021 special
Let’s bring back the sun that once shone.
Let’s find in our hearts the passion.
Let’s be selfless, and give something back.
Let’s make our country fantastic again,
and fly high our Union Jack.
by Harriet Blackbury
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.
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
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.
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.
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.
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.