Update of new and old poems.

Poetry for all 2015.

Leave my Mind alone.

Leave my mind alone.

I have learn you were all in my mind.

I never knew you or saw you.

I was just seeing and hearing things.

I seemed to like you forever but not anymore.

I waited and hoped for to change but enough was enough.

I don't care whether she's waiting for you or not, you both belong together if you want each other.

There's so much far away under the bridge I'm far than over you.

Now I have moved on to a new love.

I won't back because you play far too many mind games.

I just need the words to get out my mind which is why I write the words I write.

My pen will write too fast for my mind.

My mind will work too fast for my pen.

More words I write than I typed .

No more are you my type.

Like when I wrote lines as a child because I was naughty the more I learned to stop doing wrong.

The more poetry I write the more I'm over you.

I must learn to do and I must learn to not do.

I can live without you forever now.

Your loss to have not loved me when I loved, not that I'm bothered whether you bothered or not. 10.4.2015

It all ends here.

It ended before it finished so long ago yet it carried on longer than it should have.

We forced something to carry too longer than we should have done.

I spent too much time saying sorry to you but no way anymore.

I spent so much time regretting what I shouldn't and should have done, think all you like that I'm selfish so I am, I'm taking no more.

What about you?

I never heard you blaming yourself yet you were the one who were playing games with my feelings I had for you at the time.

For far too long I was the victim of your love but not anymore.

I'm not your pushover or doormat anymore.

I feel nothing for you anymore which is amazing after I felt strong loving feelings for you for so long.

You're nothing.

You're no one.

I just dreamt you were.

I just had nightmares you were.

You were just all in my mind.

I wrote these words of creation to get these words out my mind.

I really do need to clear my mind.

Time to move on, I love someone new not you.

I should have known sooner or later that my mind was blind, I was so glad I realised in time. 10.4.2015

You left me.

You me with tears coming down my eyes.

You left at the wrong time and the wrong place.

Still in the end I had no feelings to care.

You wouldn't there try to love me again because you never loved me and you never will.

For 13 and a half years you just lied about your feelings towards me, which turned on and off like a light.

When your words are just like lies I despair that you don't care.

Therefore why should I care?

You just don't know what I write, you don't even know I'm writing about you.

I should you my poems when I loved but you didn't like me writing about you.

Now I hate writing about you but you have just gave me so much anger in my mind.

It's just my way of getting over you, I keep thinking I have got over you, then you anger my mind.

The bright side is without you knowing it you creat my talent.

Little did I once realised that there's a way of making negative into positive so you haven't knocked me completely.

I'm still alive I'm still here.

You thought you'd make me worse you're wrong.

You thought you'd make me a wreck forever, you may have knocked me down but I got back up and here I am to tell the world what a jerk like you put me through.

You never thought I'd change over the years but neither did I.

No way was I hanging around where I wasn't wanted.

I had to force myself to stop loving you otherwise I would have been carried been hurt by your childish game, I thought I'd walk away from you.

To be honest it's hard to explain what comes out of my mind to paper.

What I say on paper it's looks either here or there.

The words that go through my head are just unknown why they do.

The words just coming rushing to my brain to a point I need to write them down then my pen can't write fast enough.

I don't know why I write what I write, just a load of rubbish that don't make sense but strangely creative poems.  10.4.2015

If only I knew.

I'd gone from soft as a brush too hard on you. 

You saw a side of me you never thought you'd see so did I.

My feelings for you went on far too long to ever see myself hating you.

In the end there was nothing to show.

13 and half years of a long dream and nightmare yet it's nearly eight years since I woke up from it.

I don't know why I still away of what you put me through I should be well over it by now but then I keep thinking I am.

I believe I will get there in time, I've come this far now.

It's no certain of yours because we don't see each other anymore.

I'll get on with my life I'm more than happy to do so, you get on with yours, I couldn't give a damn what you're doing.

Tiredness overtakes my mind to words that cross my mind in time. 104.2015 

I must have been mad to think.

I must have been mad to think I could love you forever.

I must have been to believe that you loved me when I loved you.

Yet when I had gone out your life then you wanted me back in your life, I knew that would be a lie.

That was when I knew I'd stopped loving you.

Why was I too blind to see you didn't love me, all those years I was living your lie?

I must have been mad to hang on and hope that you would change then mean what you said.

I must have been mad to love you as long as I did but the difference between me and you is I didn't lie when I told you I loved, your loss now because I don't love you now.

Now I love someone new and there's nothing you can do.

I must stop telling myself off for having been a victim of your love.

What's done is done.

I can't change what's happened in the past but I can try to do better in the future.

I'm not the first and I won't be the last to have believed a liar who says he's loves you and he doesn't.

I must forget I ever knew you infact I don't know you anymore.

My gain your loss, I'm never ever going back to you.

For a lot of years I gave so many chances of romances, you just broke my heart so I'm through with you.

If only I listened to others, they told me what you are like, I was blindfolded by your love.

Hurt me now all you want, I'm now made of wood, I don't get upset easy by you anymore.

I will live the rest of my life without you more than happy to do so. 6.4.2015

Daisy Chain.

Daisy chain, white petals and yellow in the middle.

I sat many hot sunny days as a child making daisy chains.

I walked through many lanes on hot summer's days to pick daisies for daisy chains. 29.3.2015

Bumble bee.  

Bumble fat and furly. 

Stop looking at me bumble bee!

I have nothing for you to see bumble bee.

I nothing for your tea bumble bee. 29.3.2015

I'm Mr Tortoise.

My name is Mr Tortoise.

Give me a lettuce leaf to eat!

I eat anything that's green.

I don't eat meat.

I spent a lot of time a sleep.

I walk very slowly with my feet. 29.3.2015

Poppies.

Poppies in the field.

Poppies are bright red.

Poppies are out when the sun is out.

Poppies are on remembrance day on the 11th November to remember soldiers who have died in the wars.

Poppies blow with the wind. 29.3.2015

No daffodils in March this year.

I see no daffodils in March this year.

Just wind, rain and not handy any sun and warmth. 

No April is on it's way.

The sun seems a long way.

Last night clouds blew through the moon until the moon disappeared too.  29.3.2015

The buttercup day.

Love butter.

Love butter too much.

I keep forgetting my body is too old to cope with the foods I love too much.

Buttercups are golden yellow, bright yellow and sweet but not sweet enough to eat but they tell you whether you like butter or not, I only wish I did not, my belly wouldn't be fat. 29.3.2015

What flowers do I like?

Roses

Daffodils

Daises

Bluebells

Buttercups 26.7.2004

Go for it!

If it's moves round in your hand, draw it paint it and write about it!

If you want to do something in life, then do it, never waist your own or anyoneles' time.

Tomorrow will never come unless you make it come.

Today is too long without doing anything at all.

There will be no looking back, you cannot make yesterday into today.

If it stays, draw it!

Draw it with a pencil.

Paint it with a paint brush.

That's the picture you get, that tells the tales and stories in words.

If you want to do something never waste time.

Tomorrow may never come, you sadly may well be gone.

There will be no looking back at time that has gone past.

So go for it now!

You will never know what's round the condor.

You only live once go for it!

You may live to hear the tale. 1.6.2005

I went to bed with the clock as a child.

When I was a little girl, I went to bed with the clock.

I think I loved the clock more than my toys, even if I had the toy clock, I still learned to tell the time at three years old.

12 o, clock was two fingers of the center of the clock.

40 to the hour were 8 to the hour.

Quarter to the hour was 9 to the hour.

Oh not forgetting my alarm clock when I get the right battery to help the clock wake me up. 16.7.2005

You are our loving friends.

You are our loving friends.

We can't borrow you.

We can't buy or sell you.

We can't fire you.

We can't do much without you.

We can have fun with you.

We can fool around with you.

We can talk to you.

We can do a lot with you.

We will always be around you.

We hope you will be around us.

Whenever you want us we will be there.

When you don't want us, we won't bother you anywhere.

You may think sometimes that you don't have friends but we and other friends are around you are place somewhere. Written 1998 - 1999.

Thank you my loving caring friends.

Thank you for having trust in me.

Thank you for been trusting friends to me.

Thank you for listening to me what I have to say to you all.

Thank you for advising me and talking to me.

Thank you for giving the life that I really want.

I'd like to think I can do the same for you.

Without you all giving me advice I would have cracked up.

I hope my dream will come true to love again.

Thank you for cheering me up when I am feeling down.

Thank you been there when I need you.

Thank you for been honest with me; I will try my best to be honest with you.

Thank you for helping me through disappointments in life.

I will be more than happy to help you in every way and all the way.

Most of all thank you all for been very good friends and thank you for been you. 1997 - 2015-01-02

Having friends.

Everyone should have friends everywhere.

Everyone's friend should be with them there.

Friends should be there to care and do things together for one another.

Keep hold of your friends but love comes and goes.

CHOOL BULLING AND BAD FRIENDSHIP.

When I was a girl my school days were the worse days of my life.

I don't know why adults used to tell me that school days are the best years of your life.

The day I left school I felt peace.

School used to really get to me because in every school I went to there were bullies everywhere.

Bullies were my worst nightmare.

Bullies were the death of me.

I learned more out of school than in.

 The character

What do you see god when you look at me?

Why did you make me?

Would you agree there's a character in me?

Why did you bring this disabled world to me?

Thank you god for making me.

Am I the human being you wanted me to be?

What are you seeing and thinking when you look down from heaven to earth at me?

You see a human being who is not very wise.

How can you see me god with those far away eyes?

As a human being I am sitting here still.

I'm human baby, child and teenager inside an adult who used to dribble her food and make no reply.

You look down from heaven to earth in a loud voice saying I wish she'd try.

Did you ever you used to notice the things I used to do like losing a sock and shoe?

Did you notice the things my family used to do like feeding and bathing me all the days through?

Do you still see the baby in me?

If you open your eyes god I'm a disabled person who has or should the rights to live my life the same as other people and that's the same for other disabled people too.

I will tell you as the human being sitting here all through my childhood I could not see a brother and sister with me.

It was the beginning of my teenage years when my baby sister came to me.

No sign of my Father until I was twenty - one all my family were there for me from birth.

When I was a young girl of sixteen I used to dream of wings underneath my feet dreaming of the man I'd marry, how wrong was I to think such a thing. I was just too blind to see but what will be will be. Never say never there's still time for me but I have also learned not to build my hopes up you see.

When I was twenty - eight I thought my life was over I thought it was too late, even though I was in love with a man who wasn't right for me.

I may go through pain in my life like everyone else but I pick myself up and move on.

I believe there's always someone for someone.

Only you god can tell me what my future is to be.

When I was a young woman of thirty I thought I'd live a normal life to be.

I thought by the age of thirty I'd be rearing young of my own but now I have seen the world today it's not a safe world for children to be.

Being disabled is stopping rearing children like everyone else I just needed the support that was all.

Not everyone is lucky to have their dream home and lover to be which has taught me not to live in fairly tale land to be.

I must say it would be nice to be with a gentleman who will bond with me to love forever endlessly.

Now I am forty plus the years are rolling fast.

I have walked out on one man who was not meant to last with me but now I have learned to see what happens when tomorrow's door opens.

Who knows where I will be when I am fifty, will there be the man for me?

My dark future will be upon me so I will now try to live my life without regret.

Loneliness and old age will give me so much to dread.

While I'm still young enough I will enjoy the life I have yet.

Old age will not make a fool out of me, if that was so what a sad character I would be.

I don't expect people to feel sorry for me, old or young I must enjoy life while I am here.

I want my peaceful body crumbled away with happiness and grace but no pain.

Now and again I will look down from heaven to earth to see the people I leave behind who I remember well.

You must accept the fact that we can't live forever.

So open your eyes god open and see, under that disabled person is an able human being and she is a real character in me.

I will still write short stories, novel, play and romantic poetry. 1997 -2015

TO FANNY BRAWNE LOVE FROM JOHN KEATS.

My future is very dark without you; I can't see the light of life at all.

I don't have any happiness to look forward to without you at all.

I don't have love inside me for anyone but you.

Fanny you are the sweetest girl of all.

I want to hide away from life; I can't live any longer without you.

Without you my dear I can't think very clear.

People don't like the fact that my feelings are so strong towards you.

They told me that you'll hurt me; yes you did when I caught you making eyes at another man yet I still foolishly love you all the same.

People think I should get on with my life may be they are right.

My feelings are here for you that I can't help.

Can I face tomorrow without tears?

Fanny if you want me to stay alive please gives me your love. 1996 - 1997

A RY-MINE ESPECIALLY FOR YOU.

The first night I saw you my mind was thinking I like you before I even spoken to you.

I am a girl that likes you for you.

I knew like me, you had been through some old moo.

How I knew I just knew

there’s only me for you, I mean it too true.

Without your advice on the things I have been through I would have put myself through even more moo boo.

So I hope there silly words that make no sense at all will at least thymine on paper as well as inside my mind.

Thank you for helping me with my old moo, I will do the same you if you want me too.

As your name is Andy pandy I can be your Loopy Loo.

With the state of my mind I am loopy.

If you have another Loopy Loo, sorry to bother you moo boo to me too.

I would not dream of hurting you.

I will write a ton of pages to get what I am saying down on paper right for you.

I know I have a disability I am just be slow which does seem to be good to a lot people. Written 1993

The princess and the witches.

Once upon a time there was a princess named Suzanne who was born to Queen Alice and King Richard. They all lived in a beautiful castle in London.

When Princess Suzanne turned sixteen, she became very beautiful princess with long curly silky blond hair. Her checks and lips were as red as strawberries.

The king and Queen's marriag

e ended but they still wanted their daughter to marry a handsome prince.

One day the princess put on her lovely long red dress and wore her gold crown, she told her Father that she was going out for a walk on a beautiful sunny day.

“What a wonderful idea," said King Richard

The princess walked through the fields of red roses; she walked for miles not knowing where she was going and where she was going to end up. Suddenly the princess came to a road as she crossed over, she saw a white witch waving to her through a window of a hut in a field she had blond hair and she wore a white pointed hat. The princess walked through a gate straight down a path. The hut was on the right hand side as she knocked the door.

" Come into my hut, princess I think I have some good news for you."

" Hi, I am Princess Suzanne!"

" Hi, I am White witch!"

he white witch waved her magic wand, and then told the princess that she was going to meet a handsome prince and live happily ever after. This made the princess so happy; she jumped up and down with joy.

“Now princess, you now need to see the black witch, she will know more about the prince than I do."

The princess went to see the black witch, when she told the princess that she was not pretty enough for the prince. The black witch wanted the prince herself. The princess walked out of the hut in tears. As she walked out she passed the brown witch's hut so she knocked her door.

“I fancy the prince; I would not match him with you."

The princess walked out and cried yet again. Out came the black and the brown which together setting they on the princess, then end up falling out over the prince themselves. Out came the brown and black cat as they hissed at the princess and the two witches. The white witch and her cat saved the princess. The princess walked round and round the white witch's hut crying her eyes out in shock.

" I am so sorry Suzanne, I never thought they would behave like this, oh take no notice of those two nasty witches."

" They are like a pair of kids."

" I told them to stop being jealous because it doesn't  

get you anywhere."

" Thank you, White witch."

The Suzanne was a very quiet princess. The white which took the princess into her hut.

“It’s ok here is the Black Witch's black cat, it only hissed at you because she trained it to. I train this black cat to give you good luck.

“Oh thank you, white witch."

The white which took hold of the princess's hand, as she rubbed princess's hand all across the black cat. The white witch waved her magic wand.

“Don’t be frightened princess, there's nothing to worry about."

The black cat gave a purl; she was pure black without any other colour.

Sooner the princess rubbed the black cat, the white witch said.

“Now look outside the window princess."

When princess looked outside the window, there was a tall dark haired handsome prince who came out of a black Rolls Royce car. The prince came into the hut and carried the princess outside into the Rolls Royce car. They went to live in Paris. No one knows if they lived happily ever after or not.

“Wow." said the princess 2009 - 2015

It's a strange old day.

It's a strange old foggy, misty and depressing January day, it's been like this all day.

I wake up this morning to see frost on the roofs of houses and on cars.

Then all I could see is white in the sky like a sheet flying by.

Later on the white sky turned to black as if the back houses were fading away into the foggy mist.

The white sky was like a block of ice as it changed from black to white, it was only just after 4.00pm.

With no leaves on the trees it's looked like a proper winter's day. 4.1.2015

Oh these winter Misty nights.

It' so hard to tell fog from mist, mist to fog.

It's seems so dark to see a thing yet there are hazes of mist by the hidden back houses by the street lights.

All I can see is bear trees by the chimney pots of the houses.

Drafts are coming under the doors. 4.1.2015

The Unknown.

Hard to explain and not to believed.

May be I didn't understood in a way adults understood.

Nevertheless they have got away with what they have done, there were adults there.

When it comes to being a child what's not seen is never believe like you seen and not heard.

Still lived through I pulled through but it doesn't make it right that it should happen.

Some how, some way I managed to get by each day in the best way.

Most shocking and unforgettable memories in the so hard to forget no matter how hard you try to do so, even after thirty-five years.

School may have let me down but adult life hasn't been so bad. 2.1.2015

Give a voice for all.

We were seen but not heard.

We were  far too young to know what was going on.

How do we draw the line with such a subject?

This is a tricky one.

Children shouldn't know but they should if it's happening to them.

There again yes, how do we balance that with children growing up fast?

Adults should be more responsible to know what's going on round the schools.

It's not though always the case that adults can be to blame children to other children. 

Let's learn from the past to build the future. 5.1.2015

This is poetry.

This is poetry.

This is words from the mind.

This poetry about life.

This poetry about education.

This is poetry about people.

This is poetry about places.

 This is poetry about everything that possibly could be.

Just tell me the words then I will write them.

I just think of words and I write them. 4.1.2015

This is my ability.

Needing support with every day living skills is my disability.

My talent, my drawing, painting and poetry is my ability.

My job helping others worse off than me is my ability.

In the end I'm as human as you.

Only that I'm a slower learner than you. 4.1.2015

Poetry.

Poetry is power.

Poetry is voice.

Poetry is choice.

Poetry is you.

Poetry is me.

Poetry is a way of expressing thoughts and feelings in a different way to talking.

Poetry is thoughts in the mind and feelings inside. 5.1.2015

Your beauty.

Your beauty isn't just what you look like but the kind of person you are.

You may not have as much beauty in looks but you do inside.

You may not have much beauty inside you do in looks.

Beauty can vary so much.

Never judge the book by it's cover.

Sorry for swearing but it's the bloody truth but then if we were all the same what a boring world it would be.

Beauty is also being kind to one another. 5.1.2015

s falling in love wrong?

Is falling in love wrong?

Well with the wrong person yes it is.

With the wrong person falling in love is a lie.

To move on is the hardest thing to when feelings are strong for the wrong person who has hurt you.

Before they hurt you and or even they hurt you.

They love you and kiss you and hold you as they really mean how they feel about you.

When that happens it's so easy to believe.

The longer you love them for the harder it is to stop loving them.

Then you start to feel bitter and angry, which makes it hard to get on with life as if you didn't know them at all.

Whether you move on to love someone else or you don't it can take a long time to get completely over the last, the pain can hurt so pain.

Before meeting the next person you need to build up your trust again, which is very hard to do. 4.1.2015

Here I am.

Here I am just come from my local pub.

Not at all drunk.

I only drank one and a half bitter.

I was only there from 10.45pm to 12.00am. 

I may well drink seven nights a week but I don't come in until the night is near enough to end.

Nothing to be please about I admit but then I could have done worse even though I could do better. 5.1.2015

LIFE AND MUSIC WITHOUT YOU.

I would have loved to have come to see you sing.

I only wish I had done now, it's too late.

No one else is you.

Brain, John and Roger are great too.

Paul Rogers is great but he will be Alright Now in Free.

Queen isn't Queen without you Freddie too.  4.10.2007

FOR MY NAN ... ARE YOU THERE.

You are there.

There's a bright star in the sky at night.

This is you, you are there.

The stars are good people like you in heaven.

You are there .....

I miss you Nan love from Sara x  19.8.2007

HOPING TO MOVE ON.

Hope is sometimes called wishful thinking.

We shouldn't build our hopes up these days.

Jobs are very hard to find so I am not missing much.

The fact I can't work, I don't know what I want to do

when I go back to college in September.

I have passed some exams which I hope will help me

with my voluntary work at Mencap.

Where do I go from here?

Where is the light in the tunnel? 19.8.2007

Never say never.

Never say it can't happen to you, I only hope that it doesn't.

You life completely changes from good to bad but there's always someone worse off than yourself.

Make the most of the good you have got because you never know how long it may last but then you may be lucky enough to have that good in your life forever.

Hopefully not but you could lose something good you have had all your life.

Stop to think what it must be like to depend on others a lot.

No one enjoys asking for help a lot but it's not easy when you don't have a choice on most things.

Despite of us been dependent in one way we are independent in other way but each of us in different ways.

We are no different to you we just need more help than but don't ever think it won't happen you, hopefully not but it may. 4.1.2015  

Being a teenager.

Years come and go so fast after teenage years, it can be easy to forget what it was like but you don't forget.

Being a teenager is not an easy time.

No matter what people are like around you are you and you feel know best.

I and many others were once like that but one day most of us our lives different to what we used to even though we never saw it coming.

We all understand being a teenager is tough because everyone seems to know better than you, confusing as it sounds we don't but we do.

I have to say I feel more sorry for your time than it was in my own, with money being as tight as it is today getting a career is hard.

The worse thing for me was the bullying school and my emotions were all over the place, which is no different to others.

I admit it seemed as if I was having it hard at the time but I don't think I was really when I think about now. 3. 1.2015 - 4.1.2015

Youth.

Many would say poetry is boring, I admit it can be.

I guess it puts us poets at shame when the truth hurts.

Okay one could say a poet isn't poet we just have art with words.

May be the truth hurts that we don't.

I remember when I was young thinking I was right and everyone else was wrong, yes I know that's shameful way to be but I learned the hard way because without realizing it I chose to.

Now I think the opposite to what I used to and 99% of the time I'm still wrong, I feel I have learned my lesson so much to a point where now I think I'm always wrong.

I believe you never really get older you just live and learn.

The way we feel and think can be so hard to understand, our minds are a learning processor. 

In the end my poetry, my words whatever you want to call it are just saying what I have learned in life.

It's not to say you have to agree, it's just to say life isn't always what it seems. 4.1.2015

Long school days have gone.

To me the years of school seemed so long but through adult hood the years go far too fast.

I learned nothing.

I  did nothing because I could do nothing mainly as far as the rest of the world was curtained

It's hard to explain what it's like to feel useless.

Anyone could be a slow learner.

Anyone could find it hard to learn.

The teachers used to say far too much for me to remember.

Bully got far too much from the other kids because they saw me as dumb.

It just all seemed as if life wasn't worth living.

I honesty thought I couldn't get any kind of work.

I honesty thought I couldn't achieve anything at all.

It seemed no one liked me but why should I have had to proof myself to anyone?

I just felt as I wasn't a nice person.

I felt useless.

Adult was a big change round for me even though even at the age 45 I still have a long way to go.

I can't believe I achieved a good many exams and although I haven't a proper job, I have come a long way off than the start of my life by helping others worse off than myself.

I haven't done this to prove anyone but myself.

Now I have more friends than when I was in school.

I couldn't write poetry when I was in school.

If you come across some who can't learn easy, don't bully, they are not thick or dumb they are just a bit slow.

Never judge a book by it's cover!

Be careful what you say because they may prove you wrong one day well not you or anyone else but themselves. 3.1.2015  

On heat hanging on the ceiling.

I sat under the light hanging on the ceiling.

The lamp shaid was shaking.

The heat was rising.

I was hanging.

The room span round and round as if I had a good many drinks.

I saw stars on the ceiling spinning around with me.

I had a very bad hair day after I washed my hair.

It went from wet and curly to dry to fizzy as my hair felt the heat.

I tried everything I could to make it dry and curly but it was no good.

This was just me chasing dreams of freedom.  28.12.12

At Life seems worthless but goes on.

I don't have anything in mind to wish.

When I sleep I dream about the love I used to have.

I can't dream about anything that is happening now because there's nothing happening.

My world seems empty, my head feels full of pain and I don't know what to make of this life I have now.

I don't know what will make me happy now.

I am not saying I am not happy but I can't think what I want in life.

To me everything is new.

I don't know what to do until a new day comes my way.

Some days I feel happy.

Other days I feel sad.

Most days I could laugh.

Other days I could cry.

Other days I could have anger.

Others day I could be mad.

It’s hard to understand your feelings can change from happy to sad whether you have a reason to be one or the other or not.

I mostly have my days of anger when I am by myself because I feel so mixed up in my mind.

I want one thing one day or the next. 20.8.1999

Think about the 1914 - 1918 war.

A lot of young men 18 - 35 had lost their lives in the 1914 - 1918 war.

The men who are alive are mostly wounded for life.

Some men have become disabled for the rest of their lives.

Some men are blind, through bombs.

Other men have lost arms, others have lost legs.

Some men have even lost their feet.

Other men have lost eyes, ears, noses and months.

What on earth is life about?

Every town there were street sweepers sweeping the streets.

Grass covered in mud men boots sank deep.

Smoking cigarettes when they felt down and depressed.

Walking and hiding from in the fog.

Falling into the muddy bog.

Fighting for one's life. 2.1.2000

I am writing a silly verse, does it get any worse?

I am writing a silly poem, this poem is worth knowing.

I wish I could write my poems more like Lenard Cohen.

Is Lenard Cohen worth knowing, does he do sewing?

We sat to kiss but there was so much mist.

He's written my name on his love list.

He's a boy who gives me so much joy.

It was a peaceful night,

read before I turned the light.

I could not sleep because there was a fight.

There was once a verse about an empty purse.

I don't know who found the purse first.

I think it a man named thrust.

The man who stool it he was crust.This is your friend until the end.

This is the end, you’re not my friend.

I swam in the sea,

I saw Lee drinking a cup of tea,

and there was no tea for me.

I need some fresh air.

The sweets we should share.

In this world there's some care.

Today I feel so much sorrow; maybe I will be happy tomorrow.

When I see you tomorrow I will follow.

The man who spends his long life with his wife,

in the end he killed with a knife because was a nightmare of his life.

He paid a big price when he killed his long lasting wife. 2003 -2006

Walking around day and night.

They don't have to do anything.

Food and drink is very hard to buy these days.

Kids either very little food and drink or too much.

The education is not as good as it you used to be or kids learn things they should not know.

As adults it can be too late for them to learn right from wrong.

They end up begging people for food, drink and drugs.

Some people are on the streets because they have stressed their families out too.

Others have been turned away from their families for no reason; it's hard to know the truth is.

Some people there through lack of attention just for the sake of begging off people.

Some people try to make people feel sorry for them.

The backgrounds of these people are hard to know the truth of.

People don't know whether to help or not. 29.5.2002

Writer's block.

If you want to do a piece of writing and you’re stuck for ideas what to write, here are ideas that may or may not interest you.

May be you would like to write about a place or a town that means something to you.

Architecture, traffic, gardens and the atmosphere.

The neighborhood and local characters that make the atmosphere.

A building in the town that interests you for whatever reasons. 

It could be an old picture house, town hall, church or shop.

Smells, colours and noises.

It may be the country side, landscape, hills wood and etc.

Seaside place you like noises, smells and etc. 29.5.2002

Looking in the mirror, what do I see?

 When times are hard you seem to think they won't get easy but if you give it time some things will others won't.

 Not everything can be the same.

 You mustn't feel alone because you are not others go through not much different if not the same.

 No one can tell you other than you how you think and feel.

 They are so right you are so wrong but that's not always the case, there's a slim chance you could be right they could be wrong. 

 They know it all because they have all been there before.

 The truth is unknown, the whole world is blind.

The truth hurts when that's how you don't want to see your life but if you accept something else will turn out better than what you had in the first place.

  Feelings and thoughts are hard to control when you want something or someone.

No matter how wrong it may be you can't move until those feelings and thought have, the only way is to let go if you start see it that it isn't right, which the hardest.

It won't get better if it's not working.

 I never knew Keats was a poet.

 I had never heard of Keats before.

 I never knew his heart was broken just like mine but in a different time.

 I never knew he'd inspire me to be a poet. I was stronger than I thought. I coped with exams, stress, studying and depression.

As a twenty - seven year old English student I walked along the college library.

 What did I see? All I saw was Keats on a cover of a book looking how I felt at the time.

 I read his poetry of broken love, which inspired me because he faced near enough the same as me.

 I never knew he wrote about his feelings at that time.

 When I look at the picture of him it was as if I saw myself in the mirror.

 Until I read his work I had no idea that we had a poetry talent between us.

 I was totally unaware what book I was picking up and what to except inside it.

 Both of us lived in different times.

 I never knew he shared the same subject as me, romance and broken romance.

 That's when I knew I wasn't alone. He died of a broken heart,

 I didn't but I once thought I was going to. If he hadn't of inspired me,

 I believe my talent would have been unknown.

Ode to a Nightingale' is my best poem by John Keats. 21.5.2012

I saw a bunny rabbit.

I saw a bunny rabbit jumping all down the street, he was a really nice bunny rabbit to meet.

As he jumped you could see his very long feet, he was very sweet. 2.1.2015

Granddaddy Who.

I was in the sixth form of Penn Hall School twenty - five years ago. I have found it hard to tie my shoe laces all my life, this no fun at all.

Getting ready for swimming and PE was a big nightmare in school.

All of a sudden Mrs Hard shouted at me.

“Come along child, I want everyone in the mini bus!"

I lost my temper because she was in a rush but she wouldn't help me tie my shoe laces.

" Can you help me, please Miss."

" No you should know how to get yourself ready at your age."

Granddaddy who casted a nasty spell on Mrs Hard with his magic walking stick.

All of a sudden an old man with a bald head with glasses, he was holding a magic walking stick.

He came from just thin air out of the ceiling.

“My name is Granddaddy Who, now Mrs Hard you tie your shoes!"

Mrs Hard jumped out of her skin with shock, as Granddaddy who came down from the ceiling she came up to the ceiling, she had out gone out of thin air.

"Ow." Screamed Mrs Hard

Granddaddy who had magic Superhero powers. December 2010

Able Mable turned into Marvelous Mable.

Able Mable turned into Marvelous Mable, she had a magic table.

Marvelous Mable made people's dreams come true, at Penn Hall School so long ago.

The magic table turned into a rowing boat that ran down the stream, if you know what I mean.

A fish jumped into the boat as I screamed.

A very heavy rain full came down as a sudden sound and flash of lighting, as I jumped I got soaking wet.

The boat turned into a racing car as I drove very fast, then it turned into a plane, as the plane I blew up into a puff of smoke.

All of a sudden we had gone into thin air.

Marvelous Mable had magical Superhero powers. December 2010

Advice in poetry.

Absence makes the heart grow founder.

If you see too much of one another you fall apart.

Longer time a part: longer time together.

Action speaks louder than words.

Never promise what you can't do.

Never say one thing than do another.

Always let someone know if you change your mind.

An apple a day keeps the doctor away.

Eat something healthy every day.

Eat fruit, meat vegetables or fish.

Have at least a little exercise is the main thing.

What makes a man healthy and wise, as long as you keep yourself alive?

As you get older you should get wiser.

Why worry about having not enough money when you just have enough to live on?

Why ask for too much when some people have nothing at all?

Little bit of what you fancy does not do you any harm.

As you make your bed you can lie in it.

If you have a chance in life take it.

Don't play around; one can only stand so much.

You won't be left off the hook forever.

A bird in hand is worth two in the brush.

Be happy with what you have got, you don't need any more.

One love is enough don't be greedy!

Don't date someone and promise to date another at the same time.

You can't always get what you want.

If you learn to live with not getting what you want, you will get what you want.

It comes to those who wait.

Early to bed: early to rise.

When you go to bed: you should wake up full of life.

20.1.2002

He was so fluffy.

He was so soft.

He was only nasty if anyone hurt us.

I and my family were the people who knew him and loved him.

He went to another home where he's well looked after, we are just too busy with our lives to look after him.

He loved to play ball.

He loved to go out for walks.

He loved to run across the park.

He hated been on a lead because he was a country and farm dog.

He would pull you around so hard and fast when he had his lead on.

He would only attack if he saw strangers.

Eddie, where have you gone?

I understand why you left us; we could not give you the happiness you wanted.

We are so sorry to let you down, I hope you are happy now.

Never forget us for the happiness we gave, we hope we gave some happiness.

We are always thinking about you, you are a lovely dog. 25.1.2002 - 12.9.2002

Eddie dog.

Eddie dog loves playing with his ball, well with anything soft, which includes human's soft objects.

Eddie is a naughty but funny and nice dog.

Eddie needs his headlock on when you take him out for a walk, he pulls you too hard.

Eddie is getting an old boy but it never seems like, he does not seem to slow down.

He still plays with anything and everything he can see.

He still messes with people's shoes and socks.

When he needs a long sleep, he will wake for his dinner and walk. 2001

I love the sun, sand and sea.

The hot summer not cold winter.

Not too hot just warm.

Blue sky, blue sea and yellow sand.

That says it all. 8.9.2002

The winter.

The snow may look white and pretty but it's cold outside.

The evenings become gray and short: the nights become dark and long.

Dark early mornings that look like night. 8.9.2002

Shep.

Old Shep was a Rough Collie dog brought for my sister Holly Wood.

Shep was a very good pet dog.

He was a lot older than the Rough Collie we had before, his name was Baz.

Baz was just a baby, we needed to calm him down. 2000 onwards.

ucy.

Lucy had her kittens under the kitchen table.

What a black and white fluffy family.

They all had lovely fur. 2007.

Baz

az.

I remember Rough Colly Baz.

He was a wild running lad.

I used to run along the garden with him so fast.2007

Letty.

I use to have a black cat named Letty but she had white under her chin.

Her eyes were dark green.

I don't seem to have a memory of her attacking me, she must have been a very calm pus for a young child to play with.

I feel so guilty, I must have pulled her tail not understanding that I might have hurt her. 2007

Chewing gum.

I i remember the old school rule, no chewing gum in class.

No sticking the gum to your school desks.

When I look back the rule made sense.

Someone would throw in your hair, then it would be sticky.

As you walk across it was always there until the person to blame got the cane.

It would even stick to your shoes and clothes. 21st century

Child hood.

Some of us have a good children others have a bad yet you could have a mixed.

Adults tell you that school days are the best years of your life just to get you to school.

That's a load of rubbish in my case.

In my case like many children, I was bullied in school so school days were the worse days of my life.

You listen to the sound of the wind.

It's like a birds wing's flapping in the wings.

Water rushing like the stream river and sea.

I once believed the big bad woof was in the wardrobe.

I once believed that the troll was under the bridge.

I once believed there were Father Christmas's, reindeers and elves.

May be there might be some truth in fairy tales after all.

Watch out for the big bad wolf.

Watch who is outside your doors these days.

May be we should believe in fairy tales after all.

May be the people who wrote these fairy tales saw dangerous futures for us all.

If that's the case they are right.

Don't let it keep you awake at night.

Live life how you like.

Be strong and be aware of what's around you.

I am not trying to frighten you, I am just telling the truth.

I once believed that snowmen could walk through the snow.

I once believed that the fairies gave me money for my teeth so I hope they did but never gave me money for my ear rings.

I lost so many pairs of ear rings by putting them under my pillow.

You are a skeleton who swims in the sea.

Watch you don't get a electric shock!

Every part of your body comes apart and back together again like plugs coming in and out of sockets.

Is there more water in heaven than there is on earth? 2000 onwards.

You are a ghost.

May be it's hard to see in the dark unless you eat carrots.

Your name is unknown to a lot of people.

It's still not known if you were real or not, I think you are just a character in my mind.

I dream how life would have been if you were real. 2000 onwards. 

Henry IIV.

Henry VIII was on Most Haunted one night.

To think he had six wives.

He carried on marrying until he had a son.

He finely had a son went he married Jane Seymour.

She died after their son was born.

He had another three wives after Jane Seymour.

With Henry IVV, you never know he could be a dark horse. 2000 onwards.

Edar Allan Poe.

There was once a poet I was not born to know.

His name was Edar Allan Poe.

He used to write his poems on top of a tree.

Did he write a poem called poe tree?

As the years went on spelling changed to poetry.

Take no notice of me, I am just playing around with words to write poe tree. 31st March 2007

Childhood.

Living life without a care in the world.

Everything taken care of by adults.

Skipping, playing games, going to the fair and building sandcastles on the beach all seems such a long time ago.

When we are children we want to become adults but many adults want to be children again.

Suddenly we regret growing up so fast but just don't know what fun is when we are young until it's all gone. 21.3.2004

Animals.

Animals are loving to us.

Not everyone is kind to animals like most people are.

If you hurt them or you are strange to them they may hurt you.

Some people can not be like you and me.

That's their problem not ours. 30.12.2003

The tiger and the fox have been chased by the horse and rider.

It was a cold winter's night. It was pouring down with rain and the wind was blowing strong.

Trees were falling down in the hunting field of Wales. The fox and tiger heard the horn hooting.

The fox and tiger ran to find the nearest hole, expecting the hunt to be rather soon. They were lovely and warm in their holes. They stayed there all night until the morning light.

Fred said to Ned.

“Let’s frightened the fox and the tiger!"

Ned said

" Your so curl Fred, I'm an animal too."

Fred his Ned with his whip to get him to move faster to find the fox and the tiger.

The fox and the tiger thought they were in for a peaceful night until the felt Ned's feet tapping on their holes. Fred was shouting.

" I know that's you tiger!"

"I know that's you fox."

Tiger said

" I just want to go to sleep."

Fox said

" What a good idea so do I."

Fred told Ned he would not ride him again if he carried feeling sorry for the tiger and the fox. Ned did not care about what Fred said because the tiger and the fox where his friends.

" I will never speak to you again Ned."

" I don't care Fred."

Ned tried to make friends with the fox and the tiger but he lost them because of Fred. Written 2003.

Talking to the Graves.

Are you lying down in your coffin?

Is your coffin lid opening?

Is it hot or cold in your coffin or can't you feel it?

Are you reading the news paper?

What did you look like in person, have you turned to skeleton?

Am I just dreaming?

If only I knew your life story, if only I could put you into a fiction story.

You must be up there with your skeleton friends talking about heaven and earth.

I know I can't see you: may be you are able to see me.

May be you were taken away. 19.8.2005

Bonfire night.

Weeks before bonfire night, you hear the fire works keep going off all night; it gives us such a fright.

The good thing about it is that they give nights plenty of light.

People practicing before bonfire night.

The flashing lights are so bright for your eyes. 26.5.2002

Granny

My Granny used to sit and talk to her friends and family in her chair.

Like all Grannies she she'd fall a sleep in her rocking chair like a baby sleeps in their cot.

Now Granny's chair is empty and bare.

My Granny has think sliver gray naturally curly hair.

She used to talk looking at you through those lovely kinds’ eyes as she would stair.

I'd even feel lost without seeing Granny mostly when I go to her house where my Father lives.

I'd even saw my Grandfather, Father and Uncle after she died.

Like Granny's funerals we went to say good bye,

I did not cry because she would not wanted us to cry, she lived a grand old age of eighty - three. 1997 – 2000

The big tiger.

The big tiger will bit if he needs to bit.

You will wake up in the night with a fright.

The big tiger seems to have evil eyes.

The big tiger also have very bright orange stripes.1997 – 2012

I hate going to the dentist.

I hate going to the dentist, I hate the hooks bet ween my teeth.

It's a good job the dentist is every six mouths, I don't think I could stand it everyday.

I do not think I could take it very much. 1997 – 2000.

Fiction stories.

When I saw any fields of woods as a child I thought of Red riding hood walking through.

When the light was turned off at night I thought of a frightened little girl, which I was frightened too.

When the teachers read me the story of LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD when I was in boarding school. I was looking for Little Red Riding Hood in the dark.

I would also be looking to see if the big bad woof was coming out of the wardrobe every time the wardrobe opened more and more.

The woof and wardrobe were inside my mind after LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD was read out to me as a very small child.

The wardrobes in my bedroom at the time would slide from side to side I where was at the time. There weren't any woods outside but later on in my childhood but family lived in a house in the woods.

At bed time I cried because I was frightened of the big bad woof in the dark.

I thought the story of RED RIDING HOOD was a true story for years.

What is true, I am still unsure whether to I believe in ghosts or not.

Have MOST HAUNTED really shown ghosts?

People thought I was very silly in the days I believed in Farly tales.

Society is very unsure what the truth is.

When it comes to television it all used to seem to like things were going on for real but no people acting the stories.

It took me a long time to believe that most stories are fiction which is imagination. 1997 – 2000

Cats and mice.

Cats live in out of doors with their muddy paws.

Cats claws on their paws can be so sharp.

Cats sleep on the beds, chairs and on the floors.

Cats, eat anything and everything.

One thing is that cats that they chase mice.

Most cats give people a present of mice which most people do not find it's very nice.

Most people may agree that mice look sweet but not when they are after their feet.

Most people think mice are not nice when they are after food, they are little mites.

Mice go in the kitchen, in the food, under and over the tables. 1997 - 2000

Frogs 

Frogs look rather bright and green.For me to see green frogs look rather nice.You never see a frog through the fog on a dark cold night.A frog is not there through the fog he is a sleep keeping himself nice and warm.

You will see frog night or day when it's pouring down with rain. 19997 - 2000

What animal am I?

My ears are long and flat.

My coat is fury and fluffy.I wag my tail when I am happy.You feed me food and water in my bowl.You take me out for walks.

What animal am I?

y ears prick up forward when I am happy and back when I am sad.You feed me with hay and water.You muck out my stable.You clean my tack.You groom me.You ride on my back.

What animal am I?

I have two legs not four.I build a net to lay my eggs and I babies in the spring time.I wake you up four o,clock every spring morning.I also wake you up on summer mornings.I'm asleep in the winter time because of the cold.

I may come out at Christmas time in the cold, I am red and I think white.

I may even sing all day long before I lay in my nest to sleep at night.

I could be any animal that flies.

What animal am I?

I am black all over and it's known that I should bring you good luck.I still wait outside your door to come inside your house.

1997 -2000

My Mother tells me.

My Mother tells me I look just like my Father.

There's only one way I don't look like my Father, I have not got his big nose.

If I had a bread and mustache I'd look even more like my Father which would be very strange with me being female.

Why don't females have breads and mustaches?

The reason why women don't have breads is because various glands and hormones in woman's bodies deliberately act to prevent growth.

Men glands and hormones act to promote growth of breads, only history of man can tell you that. 1997 -2000

Moving on, moving life.

When a bird moves from standing he or she flies the nest.

When a dog awakes from his or her bed it's time to eat and drink.

Never give up on life because one way or the other you will get through.

At first you may feel as if you are going out of your heard.

Break downs hit some people worse than others.

Be strong, give it time.

You never stand still forever your feelings will change sooner or later because standing still is not the skill.

Life changes like a chapter of a book, there's never going to be one page or one chapter of your life.

If life stood still forever, it would never be filled. 1997 - 2000

When I get old and Gray.

Stress of broken down relationships will turn hair from brown to gray to white.

When I get old and gray, my days will pass away.

I hope my beauty never goes away.

I will still read and write stories, poetry, plays and novels.

I will still study psychology, biology and sociology.

I will sit in my rocking chair knitting the rest of life away.

I will be wish that I could turn the clock back, by wishing and had not of done most things in life.

Will we be happy, smiling, laughing , joking and loving?

I hope so I love you far strong to throw it away.

I hope you really love me. Written 1997 - the 21th century.

Horses have four legs.

Dogs have four legs.

Cats have four legs.

Cows have four legs.

Sheep have four legs.

Hens have two legs.

Ducks have two leg.

All together twenty - seven leg which includes a centipede, which is one hundred and twenty - six legs. My be not because I am not very good with maths. Written 1997 - 1998.

Spring.

Spring is a wonder thing when the birds sing.

The sheep have their young lambs that jump everywhere.

The ducks lay their eggs fresh.

The birds and ducks lay their eggs in a bed of nest. Written 1997 - 1998.

I love spring.

I love the sounds of the birds that sing in the spring.

Many lovers have started their time to court in but my time is over now.

The lambs are born as the they jump off the spring board. spring 1998.

Birds.

The birds wake up very early at 4.00am every single spring morning, singing at the top of their voices.

The whole world knows that it's a sound spring when the birds sing.

The whole world is a wake with the look of the light mornings, as the flashing lights have turned themselves on. spring 1998.

I am a human being.

I am a human being, I was born in this world to be with all of you just like you all were to be born in this world to be with me.

I was once a baby like you all.

I smile, laugh, cry, feel happy and sad like human beings should do.

I walk and talk a lot just like a lot of you.

I went to school just like a lot of you because of been special needs teachers didn't have a great deal of time to teach me.

I know I am not the only one who is a bit slow, there are a lot of people in my shoes.

There many people who have disabilities apart from myself.

Having a disability is the only way I am difference to many of you otherwise I am a human being just like many of you.

Can't you see that people with disabilities should have equal lives to others?

When I left school I had to cope with this big wide world and I got there in the end.

I have learned a lot more since I left school than when I was there.

Like yourselves I have been through a mixer of good and bad over the years.

I have made mistakes just like everyone in this life.

I just like to put these mistakes right in life before it's too late.

No matter what is right or wrong, like yourselves I still live in this mixed up world. 1997 - 2000

My childhood.

On my fifth birthday party, I lived in a flat with a table made of out of pine which has always stuck in my mind.I remember having the dolls Tiny tears and Baby alive.Baby as alive seemed like a real baby when you fed her food as she moved her month when she was eating.

When I put the spoon in her month she made a funny nose. Written 1997 - 1998.

Trees, I am a tree.

Outside my house I have old trees.

I wonder how the old trees are.

My house is rather old , it was built in 1929.

When the sun is out there love me.There are a lot of people around to be happy and enough the sun like me.I either feel too hot or nice and warm.I think many human beings, animals and objects feel the same way.

When the wind and the cold is here my leaves sadly full off the trees, change color and die.That's when many trees feel sad and lonely.

Once all my leaves are off me on to the grounds, my branches are cold and bare through the long winter.It's like waiting to wear my pretty dress in the summer mouths.Winter is full of messy cold and ice.I love, care and attention just like all nature. Written 1997 - 11.8.2005

Rats.

Rats are fury and black.

Rat can be very fat across their backs.

Down the rat holes the rats go hiding from been eaten the witches. Written 1997 - 2000

Fairly Tale land.

When I was a little I used to dream of been a princess meeting my handsome prince when I grew up.How untrue can the fairly tales be after living one's childhood believing in them. Written 1999

August.

The start of the middle of the August holiday season still goes on.August is third summer month but the eighth month of the year.August is the last summer then cold in September may kick in.

Kids' holidays may start and finish at the seaside before they go back to school. Written 21.7.1999

September.

September be warm or cold.September can even warm enough and less money to go aboard.On the 21st September it can start to cold as the light nights go short to draw in for autumn.

The leaves are blowing off the trees to change from green to brown as the wind gets stronger. Written 21.7.1999

Why are some people homeless?

Some people are homeless through family rows.

Other people are homeless through broken down relationships.

Some people may have child who have to become homeless with them which can be eve harder.

Some people don't have any family and friends to help them out.

Some people are homeless from babyhood even from birth.

Some families don't care about their children.

Some children are lucky enough to get a second family home.

Some first families are found out others are not.

No one knows where the children were born, they can only guess where they were found.

Very few children are found today.

Years ago homeless children were found all the while.

Very often children became orphans and slaves which writers wrote stories about.

Stories like Oliver Twist, Jane Eyre and Wuthering Heights written the Bronte sisters and Charles Dickens.

These days there is not as many of these problems but there's still a lot to get better.

It's not as half as bad as it used to be. 15.9.1999

Every picture tells a story.

Your mind is full of many pictures that tell many stories.

Even though you may be sitting down someone is walking in your mind.

Now there is a street in your mind.

When you go to talk about what's going through your mind it can be hard to talk about and put pen to paper.

Once you become full of ideas you are writing so fast, your writing is untidy then it's hard to read if your work makes sense.

If you are a person with a disability you may not be writing with your hand you may be writing with your feet and mouth.

If you find it hard to write your idea you may draw you could use your hands, mouth or and feet for that.

You could be painting with a brush as well as drawing with a pencil.

One way or the other your mind is full of ideas or blank. 13.2.2009

The fog and the frost.

This little boy named Jack got lost in the fog and the frost.

No one could find the little boy at all.

His Mother and Father called and called.

" Please everyone people called for our son." cried his Mother to people in the area.

There he was on top of a frosty hill.

The only way the police could see him was by a shining torch, it was so foggy and frosty that night.24.6.2000

t's a dog's life.

My dog's name is Eddie.

He is always ready to sleep, drink, walk and eat is a dog's life.

When you talk to him, he answers back with a woof. 26.6.2000

Unlucky child.

If you were a child in the 19th century, your school day will end at twelve.

What would you do next?

In the poor dull days they gave you a lot of work to do.

Working down the coal mines, sweeping the chimneys,working in the warehouses and cooking in the kitchen.

They would home from work as black as coal and dust.

They would bath the bath tub.

These children had a childhood, hardy any time to play.

Nothing to eat but bread, potatoes, fat dripping and water to drink.

A bowl of porridge for breakfast if they were lucky.

Sleeping on hard floors or living in cardboard boxes, not getting enough sleep.

Sleeping on hard floors. 28.6.2000

Animal's Lives.

It's a dog's life.

Cats have nine lives.

A fish swims until it's down.

A horse works hard of course.

A bird lays eggs in a nest.

Rabbits live in their hutches or they run wild. 21.7.2000

Weather two.

I am not looking forward to the winter.

I hate the dark winter nights.

I hate the dull and gray days.

The summer this year has not been good, this be what the 21st century brings.

First rain then shine in Britain all in one day. 12.8.2000

Human face and body.

Your eyes are here to see what is going on around you.

Your ears are to hear what is going on around you.Your month is the say what is going on around you.Your hands are to help you do what you want to do and touch what you want to touch.Your nose is to smell what is around you.Your hair is to keep you warm and make you look good.Your head is on top of you.Your brain is to help you think what you want to.Your arms are to help you reach out to love someone.Your chest is part of your body.Your tummy is where the food goes down.Your legs and feet are to walk with.You have every part of your body a part of you.Not everybody had all parts of the body. 24.2.2001 - 25.2.2001

Elephant.

He's a big elephant with a big trunk.He has very long feet.He's big enough for you to ride on his back.

When he lays down, he sleeps in the hot sun. 26.2.2001

Lion.

He's a big lion with hair down his front and back.His ears are so flat but he hears everything around him.His eyes are like cats but his eyes are green not black.His nose is big enough to smell his meat.

He month is big enough to have a lot to eat. 4.3.2001

quirrel

A squirrel has very big stick up ears.

His eyes shine out bright.

His tummy is very very fury.

His craws are very very sharp.

His tail sticks up like a brushy handful of fur.

He stands up on the tree eating nuts. 2.3.2001

Giraffe.

A giraffe has a very thin face.

He has very large feet.

He's has a long pointed ears and thin neck.

He has very brown patches on his his body and a long tail.

He has long narrow legs and feet. 26.2.2001

Hippopotamus.

A hippopotamus has a very long face.

His eyes long very cross.

He has a very chunky nose.

He has a very big back and very short legs.

He has very long toes. 27.2.2001

Polar bears.

I really truly love the look of polar bears.

They are so white and fury like teddy bears.

They seem such loving and caring bears.

They come from the North Pole and they roll about. 28.2.2001

Dogs.

Dogs can bark so loud when they are alone and have nothing to do.

Dogs talk and shout.

" Hurry up!"

" Feed and water me!"

" Take me out for a walk, then I will go to sleep." 20.3.2001 

Autumn.

Autumn leaves falling of the trees onto the floor.

The wind blows the leaves are everywhere you walk.

Leaves are by footpaths and the doors.

Leaves change colors from green from the summer to autumn golden browns. 30.4.2001

The wind and the storm.

When I hear the wind and the storm at night, I am so frightened of things getting damaged outside.

I hearing the wind whistling through the night.

I wish you were here to hold me tight.

In the summer I hear the bird talking and singing to one another.

In the autumn storms the leaves are shaking off the tree as they turned golden but soaking wet if it's raining. 21.5.2001

Camnant.

Long cold winter days and nights when the weather bits.

Short lovely hot summer like no other.

Carry the bucket through the house for water for the animals because the outside is frozen.

Mix the animals' feed.

Give the animals water and hay.

Time for breakfast.

Time to much out the stables.

Time to groom, tack up the ponies and horses then ride.

Time for coffee at last.

Time to put beds down then give more hay and water.

Cups of tea after afternoon ride, not forgetting lunch.

Time to give the animals their tea.

Time for baths.

Time for dinner.

7.30pm last minute hay and water for the horses.

Warm drinks and sleep to start again the next day. 8.6.2001

The weather poem 2001.

I can hear the wind and rain in December.

This was the weather on the 3rd December in 2001.

I will never forget the very heavy storm that kept me awake that night.

I would like to put the sun in the sky and make the early mornings light.

The trees in the ground cover them with green leaves.

At the moment the mornings and afternoons are dull and gray.

Dark early evenings you can't see your way.

Seven o, clock in the morning is as dark as seven o, clock in the even.

The clock back or forward as the seasons change.

Every night and day is short, no time to work and play. 4.12.2001

Time to sleep.

When it's time sleep, I dream of a quiet life.

Enough money to be able to live my life, that's all I want.

Drink and talk with fiends and the man I love. 12.3.2002

Queen Mother.

Queen Mother, Mum, Granny, great Granny and the people's friend.

A special lady who worked hard to keep people alive all through the second world war.

Without her there would not have been a world, we would not have won the war without her support.

Now she has the right to rest in peace at the age of 101 to 102.

She never had a lot of rest, peace and sleep on earth.

My word she'll be missed by all. 13 .14.3.2002

Children of today.

It's such a shame we can't bring up children like we were.

If we do what most of today's children do, we'll be locked up for life.

There's no respect for anyone today in this mixed up world.

We try to teach them right from wrong but it's even the law doing that.

While the cat is away the mice will play.

There has been a big change since yesterday's children, what will tomorrow's children bring? 14.15.3.2002

Summer at last

he unhappy winter has on far too long.

Summer is here at last but goes far too fast.

The trees were well covered with green leaves that are dark, light and bright green.

The birds are singing in the leaves and the eves. 1997 - 2000

Just a poem.

How do you write a poem?

In a poem you can write the words that you love.

You write the poem on paper then type it out to put in book.

What subject can you write poetry about?

You can write about friendship.

You can write about love.

You can write about the stars up, high, down and above.

You can write about anything you want and anything that comes to your mind.

Poetry is a shorter way to show your and people's feelings about life without writing a story.

A story book is lovely to read and look. 1997 - 2000

Jonathan Swift 1667-1745.

He wrote about the ships sailing on the rough sea.

He must have been bought up into the world of sea.

The sails blowing in the wind.

He had epilepsy just like me.

I am so lucky to have tablets to cure my epilepsy.

There always a way of achieving things in life whether you have a disability, health problem or not.

You just need to get the help and support in what you want to do and show willing.

Years ago there were not any chances or support but a lot of frame people with disabilities achieved things at home because they knew society would not accept them but sadly their work was only seen after their death, society knew it was wrong then.

People knew they had things wrong with them back then but did not know what like we do today. 22,23.8.2002

Theses poems are from Christmas short story, ' THE OUTSIDE CHRISTMAS TREE.' Based times when Christmas used to be Christmas.

Christmas Eve.

It was twelve o, clock at Midnight.

The children were a sleep.

Father Christmas came down the chimney.

Good boys and girls get Christmas presents.

Can you hear the

I hope you are fast a sleep. 14.15.10.2002

Christmas Day.

Christmas day Merry and Sherry opened their presents three o, clock on a snowy Christmas morning.

The girls were half a sleep but too happy to carry on sleeping, they could not wait any longer.

" The presents are not under the Christmas tree, Merry?"

" Why not, where is the Christmas tree Sherry?"

" I think we have got up far too early, Merry."

For some reason Sherry picked up the maroon curtain and looked through the window.

" Look Merry, it's pure white snow out there and there's the Christmas tree."

" Don't be silly Sherry the Christmas can't be outside, Father Christmas may have taken it down thinking we are not a sleep."

" Look through the Window Merry!"

"So the Christmas tree is there Sherry, I must be seeing as I am dreaming."

" It's true, Merry."

" I know Sherry."

The girls opened some presents round the tree in the snow.

In those there were very little children had for Christmas but they were still happy with what they did have.

Merry and Sherry had oranges and nuts but the Christmas been outside was a present for them as it's self that's how happy they were.

There were very little presents the girls could open before Mummy and Daddy got but they still had oranges and nuts.

 bells ringing 2002

s poem is from another short story of mine called ' IN THE DAYS ANIMALS COULD TALK.'

Burt the bird.

There was a black bird called Burt.

He sang in so many words.

He ate so many worms that were burned from his wife Mrs Wormy Bird.

It was surprising his throat was not red enough to be burned and hurt.

Mrs Bird would boil all the worms in a saucepan.

The worms would be as black as coal. 29.7.2002

EVERYDAY GOD BRINGS A NEW DAY.

When you wake up in the morning light.

The weather could be dull or bright.

The day could be good or bad even a mixer of good and bad.

Whatever kind of day we still have to face life, just can't hide away.

No matter how frightened we may be everyday can't stay the same, even though happiness what we like.

Life goes on, the longer you leave the worse it gets.

Whatever is good it's worth making it better but don't make it any worse if it's bad.

Nothing happens over night, it takes time and sometimes money.

I am not a church goer but I don't have a problem with people who go to church.

Everyone each to their own.

I believe when things are going wrong, where there's a will there's a way.

There's a light at the end of the tunnel one way or another.

Life goes on however it goes on but life is what you make it. 21-27.10.2002

Art.

Paints

Crayons

Felts

Coloring pencils

Paper

Board

Frames

Pictures

Art is full of feeling and life, it works like poetry, plays, novels and short stories.

Every picture tells a story. 2-19.3.2003 

Childhood.

I was an Autistic child but only very mild.

I used to cry when the light was off at night.

I used to cry when I wet the bed at night.

I used to feel alone even though I was not alone.

I used to hear voices down stairs, I did not want to miss out on a thing. 27.5.2003

Cruel world.

I know I am a Church of England.

Why did god, if there's such a man had to take you away from the world so early?

Why did you have to go before we met?

War has spoiled our life together that's never happened but has spoiled it forever.

No memory and no fun.

Not even one thing for you and me to look forward to.

No chance to see what I should have seen, still it was not to be.

Christmas, death days and birthdays upset me more.30.12.2003

I must talk to you, even though I don't know if your real or not.

I might be here, you might be there but either of us could be anywhere.

Whatever happened nothing has changed for us, it never will.

I saw you looking at the newspaper, you had thick blond curly hair

I started to feel something for you as a person but I thought I may have to control it because you may have a wife.

I knew there was never going to be a you and me because you may be married or not for real.

To my surprise in my dreams you kissed, I could not believe my luck.

The hard thing was I was given a choose bet ween you and your twin brother who as well could be in heaven.

It was just a dream I had that turned into a nightmare, no one knows if you were a story or real that I will never know.

I was so much looking forward to seeing you, when you would have come home from war.

Whether you lived or died it was either a nightmare or a dream but not real.

I was looking forward making a fresh start.

At night, there are so many stars in the sky.

I really do believe that you and all good people in heaven are there. 30.12.2003

Animals.

Animals are loving towards us if we are loving to them.

Not all people are kind to animals.

Some animals like some people can be frightened of strangers until they get to know them.

Some people can be frightened of people until they get to know them.

Some animals can be frightened of animals until they get to know them.

Anything can happen in animal and human nature.

In a lot of way animals are brighter than human beings.

Most of us find it hard to understand animals, may be animals understand us better than we understand them.

We are not clever to understand how animals talk but they can understand us when we talk.

If we hurt we can hurt back but animals can hurt people even harder if they hurt but you can't blame them.

At the end of the day animals know more what they want than human beings do.

Not all animals can stick up for themselves just like not all people can stick for their selves.

( Who will and can stick for animals been picked by human beings and other animals?)

Most people treat animals like soft toys rather than living animals.

( Why do pick on living things that can't fight back?)

We are frightened of something coming back to us.

We should not start it in the first place.

It come only comes back on us in the end, we have to accept that it services us right. 30.12.2003

Spiders.

Big black spiders.

Big black bodied spiders.

Eight black legs.

Spiders come rushing without you knowing.

Some of us love them.

Some of us hate them.

Most of us are scared of them.

Some of us have nightmares about spiders.

Most of us catch spiders in jars and keep them as pets.

I am not scared of them, I just don't like them mostly when they are there when you don't know they are there.

I don't like them around me.

What about you? 12-16.4.2004