A pocket full of sorrow
as I rumble for some change
to light a penny candle
in a chapel solemn – strange.

I feel for generations
who on these kneelers prayed
for hope and for forgiveness
in a spiritual serenade.

At a tabernacle there is silence
behind me empty pews
no rosaries or missals
to spread that gospel news.

A priest upon the alter
bells echo in the tower
people hidden in their houses
frightened, fragile, cower.

There is trust in their religion
to whichever God revered
for hope it springs eternal
there is nothing to be feared.

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The bruises were internal

no gashes, scars or marks

he tried to break her spirit

with abusive snide remarks.

How could he be so hurtful

for one who seemed so kind

the day that they got married

love etched upon her mind.

Now to preserve her sanity

she needed to escape

into a life of freedom

her future to reshape.

She had the inner courage

To get up, walk away

Put this all behind her

Live to love another day.

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Sometimes life gets in the way

Relationships begin to sway

Friends, family drift apart

Leaving you with a broken heart.

Maybe mountains seem so high

As more time passes by

Contact seems so difficult

A drifting chasm can result.

Does it need to be this way

Especially on Christmas Day

There is a present you can give

If we can’t forget please let us forgive.

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( Golden haze of sunrise rays )

Droplets from the morning dew
Suspended delicately on spiderweb
Avoiding prickling gorse.
Bogland carpeted by bright yellow petals
A dandelion often much maligned
Gracefully nods as I approach
Dust drifted sparkled in the sunlight
I mellowed at the sight of a Lilly
Gently floating on reflected waters.
My mellow, yellow morning.
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Lying by the roadside in a sleeping bag

dressed in rags, worn out shoes, in his hand a fag.

No one notices he exists

as they trip, pass him by

no one there to kiss caress listen to his cry.

Little did he know that day donning his pinstripe suit

to his penthouse office

he would end up destitute.

That thin red line we traverse

a tightrope in our mind

unaware how others feel

more reason to be kind.

In life we need our neighbours

without them we are lost

unless we learn that lesson

we will surely count that cost.

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No it was me

I spied a dog out in the street
as I approached it did retreat
shaking, shivering, skeletal, shy
to see it so made me cry.

Maybe it strayed from home
roaming, nervous, all alone
or rejected sadly – left behind
life at times can be unkind.

I took it in – gave it space
now in my heart a special place
through all its pain there’s loyalty
was he lucky – no it was me.

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Where schooling’s so important

Teachers in our schools today
Have a major role to play
In how our children learn to cope
With how the world has changed.

Instead there are a chosen few
Who hark back to the old bamboo
Seem to think it’s still allowed
To chastise they just shout out loud.

Thankfully those days are past
Of crime and punishment in the class
Where masters ruled with open hand
Flying dusters now are banned.

The need for knowledge has not changed
With teaching methods rearranged
Where futures can be mapped or lost
Let’s respect each other not count the cost.

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