DYING (Remove filter)
death in adagio
binding my roots to the earth
is a sacred therapy.
my soul recognizes it
as muscle memory.
this holy walk on eternal plank,
brushing elbows with the grey
while i claw to escape my skin.
a draw of breath into infinite abdication,
bleeding out in memory.
Monday 19th August 2024 6:11 pm
Fortified
love has a heavy price,
time demands its toll,
ephemeral the bonds
wanton mortality stole
he's in bed, very poorly,
I feel he might be dying,
lucozade's not working,
I hear only weak crying
yet he's had a good life,
for after all, he had me,
swains I rued when he
went down on his knee
long years I devoted
to what is my inferior,
he never had...
Wednesday 21st April 2021 10:58 am
Backache
sensitive about her body
gym doing physical jerks
I praised her endeavours
my flattery usually works
then came a stupid row
for jealousy of her friends
that fresh independence
envy ease of mind rends
my criticisms undermine
confidence to be curbed
barbed comments, digs
her self-worth disturbed
warned her shape awry
put her mind on the rack
g...
Thursday 25th February 2021 10:28 am
Midnight At The End Of Time
They say it will soon be over
That it's just a teenage thing
They dont know what they're saying
Last night I gave you my ring
Its like I'd known you forever
We seem to go back to Creation
To the shrine of Adam and Eve
We send our invitation
Midnight at the end of time
Midnight at the end of time
I'll love you at least until
Midnight at the end of time
...
Wednesday 17th June 2020 11:55 am
DEATH
Death - Poem by Marie
Death came silent yet full of noise
Unseen by all in view
Sly like a fox, yet silent like a bird in flight
Its grip took hold tighter than tight.
Is there really no escape from the word DEATH?
Like tree roots it grows stronger killing each breath
Death destroys all families caring for none
Happy one moment here, next life is gone
No thought of sadness for one...
Tuesday 21st January 2020 3:04 pm
Ingress without Invitation
The bulwark is protection
from him, not for him.
He sidles along
the perimeter,
Touching the sides,
looking about furtively,
imagining tunnels and
catapults that could,
in another time and
circumstance, be his aids.
He’s come this far,
but in his old age
he has no choice
but to keep searching
for an opening,
for he’ll have no
ingress without invitation.
And at last, he finds
...
Thursday 7th November 2019 2:06 pm
The Power of Poetry in Hospice Care
Poetry about Real People - The power of poetry in hospice care
There is a tension between the advance of medical science, that pursues its ability to fix and treat, and an acceptance of the natural order of death and how that may be experienced. Atul Gawande, a surgeon and health researcher, has reignited this debate with his book 'Being Mortal' (and also presented the 2014 Reith Lectures on B...
Saturday 16th February 2019 2:09 pm
Waiting for peace
My heart breaks for those
in care homes
sitting patiently
waiting to die
Sometimes remembering
who you are
sometimes silently crying
You wait with them
day by day
When you look into their eyes
there is nothing there
no fear, no desperation
and above all, no hope
In-between doses of morphine
when the pain makes them scream
they beg to...
Monday 14th January 2019 5:59 pm
Please Come Back
Imperfect
Naive
Empty
Exasperating
Dying
Young
Obsolete
Unbearable
Broken
Anxious
Crying
(un)Kind
Please come back
Wednesday 11th July 2018 11:39 am
Distant Windows
The large Greek island of Naxos in the Cyclades group is an excellent example of the best of its kind, and in any era: wealthy, influential, single-minded, ancient and beautiful. The narrow passage-like streets of Chora, its major settlement, inspire in some an other-worldly sense of the preternatural, the extraordinary. Hence this speculation.
Distant Windows
Out of silence a figure ap...
Monday 1st January 2018 1:10 pm
Words
words
no man should know
or say
words
no child should hear:
parent, pray
to be spared.
as he sat with his sons at home
and struggled to find
words:
he knew
she will never return to us
he knew
she is too ill
In a time when she was strong
for them
as her body weake...
Wednesday 20th September 2017 3:36 pm
BRAVE FACE
How brave, in reality, is a ‘brave face’?
A facade shared, it would seem,
by the majority of the human race.
Beneath the flaking paint of a painted mask
lies a truth too long and painful to explain
no matter how oft you care to ask.
How long before the cracks become too wide
to conceal with powders and creams
and the crimson smile starts to slide.
How long...
Tuesday 9th June 2015 10:49 am
CURTAIN CALL
How do you say goodbye
to everyone you love,
your family and friends
who you hold high above.
How do you say goodbye
to the one in your heart;
your soul mate, from who
none could tear you apart.
Your night and your day
and in every sweet way,
no words could express
what you're needing to say.
How do you say goodbye
to the child in your hand
...
Sunday 17th May 2015 12:32 pm
A LONELY LAMENT
The flickering flame
in the dream of your eyes,
is a glimmer of life
in a darkening sky.
But little heat remains
to warm the weary hearts
of those so slowly left
bereft and torn apart
A chill wind blows a tear
across the cooling fires,
a rain of lasting love falling
softly through life's briars
A trickle of silent sorrow
leaving trails on shall...
Monday 11th May 2015 2:29 am
A LONELY LAMENT
A LONELY LAMENT
The spark of a flame
In the dream of your eyes
Flickering life
In a darkening sky
The depths of a life
Of torment and pain
A swirling pull
From a deepening drain
But heat yet remains
To warm the heart
Of those so dearly
Torn apart
A cold wind blows a tear
Across the cooling fires
The rain of love
Falling through life's briars
A river of sorrow
Streaking ...
Wednesday 6th November 2013 2:04 pm
The Template of my Being
Been there
Done it
Eaten it
Drunk it
Almost drowned in it
Nearly died
Praised it
Cursed it
Dodged it
Traversed it
Just you name it
I’ll have tried
Smoked it
Snorted it
Been traumatised by it
Reduced to tears by it
Laughed and cried
Run it
Walked it
Chased it
Caught it
Wished I hadn’t bothered s...
Monday 24th June 2013 4:00 pm
Your Excellency
Your Excellency, a Lady of Separation!
I am cold, and that's a damnation!
The letter in the envelope, do not tear, my dove!
I am not lucky in death, I’ll be lucky in love!
Your Excellency, a Lady of Luck!
For someone you are kind, for another one a chuck
Nine grams in the heart, just wait, do not call!
I am not lucky in death, I'll be a winner once for a...
Friday 2nd November 2012 8:03 pm
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