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Wednesday 13 March 2024

IF MY LIFE WAS A SONG by Becky Hemsley

"IF MY LIFE WAS A SONG"
by Becky Hemsley

If my life was a song
Then I wonder who’d listen Who’d fall in love With the music I’d written?

Who’d sing my notes

At the top of their lungs?

Be moved by the melody

They had just sung?

Who’d hate the chorus -

The words on repeat?

Who’d feel my rhythm

And dance to the beat?

Who’d want to alter

My pitch and my tone?

Who’d only listen

In secret, alone?

If our lives are all songs

Then perhaps we should listen

More closely to what

Other people have written

And we’ll hear the pitch

Of their highs and their lows

The change as the music

Gets faster then slows

We’ll learn all their words

And we’ll know when to sing

And when to be quiet

And not say a thing

We’ll know all their rhymes

And repeated refrains

We’ll listen to them

And they might do the same

They might learn the lyrics

And chords to our track

And when we sing our song

Then they might sing it back

And right at the moment

They echo our words

We’ll realise just how much

We need to be heard ******

Becky Hemsley 2023

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The Blue Butterfly

"The Blue Butterfly" (author unknown)

There was once a man whose wife died, so he lived with his two daughters, who were by nature very curious and intelligent. The girls always asked him many questions. Some he knew how to answer, others he didn't.

Their father wanted to give them the best education, so one day he sent his daughters to spend some time in the house of a wise old man.

He always knew how to answer the questions they asked.

At one point one of them brought a blue butterfly that she planned to use to deceive the sage.

- What will you do? her sister asked.

- I will hide the butterfly in my hands and I will ask the sage if it is alive or dead. If he says he's dead, I'll open my hands and let him fly. If he says he's alive, I'll squeeze him and crush him. And so any answer he will have, he will be wrong!

The two girls immediately went to the sage and found him meditating.

- I have a blue butterfly here. Tell me, sage, is he alive or dead?

Very calmly, the sage smiled and said to her:

- It depends on you, because it is in your hands!

So is our life, our present and our future. We don't have to blame anyone when something goes wrong: we are responsible for what we get or don't get.

Our life is in our hands, like the blue butterfly. It's up to us to choose what to do with it...

NO WAITING ROOM

"NO WAITING ROOM" (author unknown"

What if you didn’t wake up tomorrow and your soul is watching down thinking of all the things you didn’t get to do yet because you were too scared, or too shy, or too worried about money. And all the things you told yourself you weren’t good enough for, swam in front of your eyes, fighting for a place in the line, beside the words you didn’t say and the joy you forgot to have.

My friend, there is absolutely no room for anything in your day, other than acceptance. You will never have enough money, or time, and you will certainly never have that perfect body the world told you you need to be happy.

And before you say it’s too late to embrace this thing we call life, no it is not. You can do it right where you are. Right this minute. Get outside, breathe, look at the trees, put your bare feet on the grass - hand on your heart to feel that pulse - and that’s it.

You’re living.

Keep that up.

Wait up for the moon sometimes or get up early to see a sunrise, just because.

Jump in the lake. Run and skip.

The things you need to feel alive are free and all around my friend.

You just have to see them.

Let in opportunity and say yes to the invitations that scare you a little, in a good way.

Say no to some of the things you force yourself to do, knowing they rinse you of your peace.

Life was never supposed to be a waiting room, it was supposed to be a hillside, with paths leading in every direction and mountains as far as the eye can see, hiding adventures and new friends behind them.

Don’t let yourself get to the end of this ride without having stopped to smell those beautiful roses.

That’s the only thing you need to fear in this life.

Everything else is all part of it.

It’s all just a messy, complicated, beautiful and terrifying part of it.

Chin up, throw your arms wide open and let it be so.

SOMETIMES, SOMEONE by Becky Hemsley

"SOMETIMES, SOMEONE"
by Becky Hemsley

Sometimes someone’s perfect

Is another person’s flawed

Sometimes someone’s peaceful

Is another person’s bored

Sometimes someone’s freedom

Is another person’s trapped

And sometimes someone’s make-believe

Is someone else’s fact

One man’s trash, they often say

Is someone else’s treasure

And someone’s stormy forecast

Is another’s perfect weather

Sometimes someone’s scars

Can tell a very painful story

And sometimes they’re reminders

Of a celebrated glory

Because it all depends you see

On where you’re actually stood

On what you care to notice

And how far you dare to look

And there is sometimes someone

Standing just across from you

Who from the other side

Can see a very different view

Yes, all the time perspective

Will determine what we find

It’s how the number 6

Is sometimes someone’s number 9

And it is also how

You sit and count your flaws and scars

Whilst to someone just across from you

You’re perfect as you are

*****

Our own beauty and magic is often the hardest for us to see

Becky Hemsley 2024

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WHAT IF? by Becky Hemsley

"WHAT IF?"

by Becky Hemsley

What if the mermaids are all of the women

Cast overboard ‘cause of old superstition

Drowning beneath the waves, gasping for breath

Then forging a tail with the strength they have left?

And what if the dragons, with their breath ablaze

Were once little lizards all thrown to the flames

Choking on smoke and then swallowing flares

Then rising up, claiming that power as theirs?

And maybe the vampires favour the night

‘Cause they’ve been kept in the dark most of their lives

Starved of companions, affection and love

‘Til they have no choice but to feed on our blood

Yes, what if these creatures of magic and myth

Are those who’ve known darkness but chosen to live

Chosen to breathe and to rise and survive

To harness adversity, hoping they’ll thrive?

And what if you too have been thrown to the waves,

Befriended the night and encountered the flames

And so you’ve assumed that you’re destined to burn,

To drown in the darkness -

But what if you learned…

That maybe your story is not over yet

That there are still pages that need to be read

Pages of oceans that you’re yet to swim,

Fiery chapters for you to breathe in

Lines built on words that are so full of light

Of such warmth and strength, they inspire you to write

And what if you choose now to pick up a pen

And write through the night ‘til you come to the end?

And what if you read it back?

Well, then you’ll find

That your story has always held magic inside

Becky Hemsley 2022

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Sunday 10 March 2024

MOTHER'S DAY IN HEAVEN by Joanne Boyle

"MOTHER'S DAY IN HEAVEN"
by Joanne Boyle

Mother's Day in Heaven.

One Day a Mum was walking,

and she came across a star.

She wondered how it was possible

for it to have fell this far.

As she picked it up,

it felt as soft as skin.

She closed her eyes and knew,

that this star was sent from him.

The child that God had taken,

to help the sky light up,

whilst every day she cried,

into her coffee cup.

She looked up to the sky,

but found it had been replaced,

with an iridescent image,

of a world that can't be traced.

All the stars had took their form,

of the child that they once were.

Mother's held their hands,

as they danced with grace and flair.

Clouds were ladened with food,

there were treats for everyone,

and as the harps were playing,

the choir sang along.

This Earth Mum stood there crying,

with the star still in her hand.

She had been sent a special gift.

The star was meant to land.

Mother's Day in Heaven,

meant no Mother was alone,

and that all our angel babies

got to share their throne.

******

Joanne Boyle

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Saturday 9 March 2024

HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY by Joanne Boyle

"HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY"
by Joanne Boyle

I went by our old house today,

to see if you were there.

I opened up the door,

but couldn't find you anywhere.

I called out your name.

"Mum, I am here."

But you never answered

yet I felt your presence near.

It was then that I remembered,

you don't live there any more.

You had moved to heaven.

You no longer had a door.

Before I was awakened,

from the noise of my own scream,

some butterflies appeared,

and walked me to a dream.

I stood in heavens garden,

and when I called your name,

through a field of flowers,

you and an angel came.

You couldn't see me there,

but my god could I see you.

I reached to pick a flower,

in fact I picked a few.

I threw them in your path.

You stopped and turned around.

For a second our world's merged,

we spoke without a sound.

You knew that I was watching,

and I knew that you were too.

And when you picked those flowers up,

I whispered "Happy Mothers Day" to you.

******

Joanne Boyle

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WHEN A NIGHTINGALE SINGS IN SPRING by John A Elliott 2024

"WHEN A NIGHTINGALE SINGS IN SPRING"
by John A Elliott 2024

In a forest where old oaks grow,
A nightingale sings soft and low;
The spring air is sweet,
As our hearts skip a beat,
To the rhythm that the breezes blow.

With each note that the nightingale brings,
Nature listens and silently clings;
To the hope that the song,
Will make winter less long,
And usher in the warmth that spring flings.
So when the nightingale sings in spring,
Let's dance to the tune, let's swing;
For the melody rare,
Fills the cool evening air,
And to life, it does joyfully cling.

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