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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.
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