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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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January 3, 2017

 

 

Blame it on such little knowledge,

where truth never enters in.

Blame it on unsettled waters.

Take each blow on the chin.

 

Blame it on a rumour dancing

rampant, wild and free.

Blame it on the changing wind,

but never, please, on me.

 

Blame it on a freak of nature

or fate, if you must.

Blame it on ancient history,

and facts now showing rust.

 

Blame it on a turning tide,

that took all by surprise.

Blame it on a burnt out candle,

too dark, the compromise.

 

Blame it on volcanic eruption –

hot lava running free.

Blame it on the mighty force,

greater than you or me.

 

Blame it on an ocean angry,

once a mill pond still.

Blame it on compounded interest.

Obsession pays the bill.

 

Blame it on a twisted theory,

thought out late at night.

Blame it on a lack of sleep,

where no sheep in sight.

 

Blame it on a pressure point,

ready to explode.

Blame it on an even number –

what odds to crack the code?

 

Blame it on a life of listening,

to those unsatisfied.

Blame it on the truth remote –

not seeing the other side.

 

Blame it on a strange conundrum,

as events unraveled.

Blame it on a full compartment,

whilst standing as one travelled.

 

Blame it on a tiny gene,

you never would have guessed.

Blame it on unbroken habits,

never laid to rest.

 

Blame it on uneven ground,

so hellish under foot.

Blame it on a second sense,

ignored, too late, tut-tut.

 

Blame it on what you will –

the choice is there to take.

Blame it on what takes a fancy,

just don’t keep God awake.

 

Blame it on a melting snowflake,

far too short it’s stay.

Blame it on a random meeting,

when eyes, too long did stray.

 

Blame it on a lack of courage,

slipping through the fingers.

Blame it on wrong company –

all those late night clingers.

 

Blame it on a structured childhood,

too strict, to run free.

Blame it on the devil-may-care,

still inside of thee.

 

Blame it on the forgone masters,

mapping out ones world.

Blame it on those who knew best –

the dunce in the corner curled.

 

Blame it on the break for freedom,

that’s there to explore.

Blame it on the chance not taken,

to unlock the door.

 

Blame it on the ‘what if’ motto,

as hesitancy prevails.

Blame it on oneself, as always-

tortoise versus snails.

 

Blame it on the game of circles,

that the mind knows well.

Blame it on such low esteem –

success one cannot smell.

 

Blame it on a crust of eggshells –

sensitivity covering.

Blame it on black jackdaws, crazed,

menacingly hovering.

 

Blame it on a beam of sunlight,

slowly peeping through.

Blame it on whatever you like,

but see opportunity too.

 

Blame it on a bout of madness,

that many others know.

Blame it on self-imposed isolation,

or get out there and grow.

 

Blame it on the easy option,

taken by so many.

Blame it on the charging lemmings –

sense had they  – not any.

 

Blame it on a life imprisoned,

from a past one can’t escape.

Blame it on the love of failure,

slowly strangled by red tape.

 

Blame it on a passing stranger –

‘What if, to digest.

Blame it on a sense of duty,

loyalty stands the test.

 

Blame it on a life fantastic,

played out in disguise.

Blame it on old memories,

alone, the heart still cries.

 

Blame it on a new discovery,

bouncing around the head.

Blame it on a new day dawning –

the past, forever dead.

 

 

 

 

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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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