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Wednesday, 13 March 2024

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

absolutely gorgeous artwork by Demelsa Haughton Illustration

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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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art Steffi Krenzek

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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art Steffi Krenzek

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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THE STORY OF YOU by Donna Ashworth

"THE STORY OF YOU" by Donna Ashworth

She made a blue book,

with her learnings inside,

but nobody read it,

till after she died.

The wrath of her ego,

forbade her to share,

though the words she had penned,

were droplets of care.

Then one day, whilst searching,

for family clues,

her granddaughter stumbled

across the blue book.

She lost herself reading,

the dusty old tome,

and with every page turned,

felt herself coming home.

She rushed to her laptop,

and shared with the world,

these beautiful stories,

the book had unfurled.

Tales of heartbreak, endurance,

of loss and of gain,

a life full of lessons,

all free now, from shame.

The world was entranced,

by the chapters they read,

the doubt and the worry,

had been all in her head.

Her writing, a lifeboat,

to those lost at sea,

her musings, like torches,

the light made them see.

So write down your words,

in a book, red or blue,

there are many who need to read,

all you’ve been through.

And as the years pass,

and you’re gone from their view,

your pages will tell them,

the story of you.

Donna Ashworth

Art by Varya Kolesnikova

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EVERYDAY IS MOTHER'S DAY by Joanne Boyle

"EVERYDAY IS MOTHER'S DAY"
by Joanne Boyle

I wrote you out a card.

I filled it full of love.

I used my tears to seal It,

then I addressed it to the above.

I put it in a pillar box, and

I hope it finds its way,

but just in case it doesn't,

this is what I want to say.

I miss you in the moments,

through the sunlight and the rain.

I miss our conversations.

I long for them again.

I miss the simple things.

I miss you being there.

I don't really have a special place.

I miss seeing you anywhere.

I hope that you are watching,

with your family on your mind,

catching all our memories,

the ones you left behind.

Every day is Mother's Day

because you are in my heart.

And every day I meet you

in a time before we part.

******

Joanne Boyle

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art Steffi Krenzek

DATE NIGHT by Becky Hemsley

"DATE NIGHT"
by Becky Hemsley

I met the moon for coffee

It was Friday night I think

When she watched me hardly sleeping

And invited me for drinks

We found ourselves a table

In the middle of the night

And the constellations twinkled

Like a thousand fairy lights

She asked me how I’d been

As she poured coffee from a pot

For she said she’d watched me

Waking up at midnight quite a lot

I said my brain was far too full

My mind was always on

And when I woke it felt as if

I was the only one

The only one who lay awake

Whilst I sat on my bed

With thoughts that raced at lightning speed

Around my busy head

The only one who watched the clock

Tick one and two and three

Who laid awake and worried

Whilst the world was fast asleep

My thoughts were stuck in orbit

And I couldn’t pull them back

As they preferred to swim against

A sky so vast and black

The moon said simply nothing

But she opened up a book

And I saw it was a diary

So I took a closer look

And listed there were names of people

All around the world

And all the thoughts and worries

That the moon had overheard

Just then, my eyes were drawn towards

The name that was my own

And that was when the moon said

“See, you shouldn’t feel alone”

And then she pulled me close

Using the night sky as a blanket

And said “I know you sometimes feel

So lonely on this planet

But when you cannot sleep,

Get up and watch me from your room

And you’ll see so many others

Having coffee with the moon”

********

Becky Hemsley 2022

Artwork by Anky Moore

"Date Night" is from my second collection https://a.co/d/eXEdgYT

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HOLD ON TO THIS MIRROR by Joanne Boyle

"HOLD ON TO THIS MIRROR"
by Joanne Boyle

I stood in front of you today

and looked you in the eye,

I told you to listen

to these rules that do apply.

It's NOT your fault for wanting,

or expecting some support.

It's NOT your fault that others

don't give you a second thought.

You are NOT to blame,

for that text they didn't send.

You are NOT to blame

for what happens at their end.

That it IS ok, to expect more

from those who say they care.

That it IS ok to feel angry

because you are always there.

That rejection that you feel

Well that's OK too

as long as you remember,

it reflects THEM more than you.

When you Question Why,

I will tell you why?

They don't know what they do,

or care if you cry.

So hold on to this mirror

and when you look me in the eye,

stand up and be counted,

as your feelings DO APPLY.

******

Joanne Boyle

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art Steffi Krenzek