My Mum and Dad never seem to be happy. They used to argue all the time, but now they just ignore each other. It’s mainly Dad I think. ...
First, calm searching; / Then, slight concern, growing ever less slight as the minutes pass; / Then, something approaching panic; / Th…
I wrote this about 18 years ago, prompted by a memory of ‘losing’ my mother while sightseeing in London. Mind you, I was in my 20s at the time. :)
My greatest work will not be the pictures I take, / The words I may write, / The lump of clay or chunk of marble I may sculpt, / The brushe…
Every livid night / i watch you throw yourself away. / Keeping clear of the path of destruction, / But failing with dismay.
Once upon a childhood they were happy but they grew apart as the “constant quarrels numb” being that the child is sick of fighting but the parent will never see (“until you are me”).
And pat-a-cake, rocking chairs, trouble to taste, / I find I have no time left over to waste, / On minding your business or playing a game….
She hid the bruises / Hidden pain / Of a life / So insane / Parents beating on a child / A good little girl / Not at all wild / She sits i…
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This is a reposting of a serial story I started last year. / The story revolves around the lives of those affected by the incident. I will be posting a section of this story a day for the next 28 days at least. / After that the story may go on.
But for you I would be lost / each day would lose its meaning / every moment would be meaningless But for you I would not survive / my st…
Today you dealt me a blow that rocked me to the core. At least that is how it felt when I first heard the words that spewed from you mouth
Children and learning disabilities
Oh angel face, why so forlorn? / Oh tired eyes, I see you yawn! / You will sleep here safe tonight, / It’s time now for your moonlit flight….
In bloom by Basia McAuley
Perceptions altered by old recordings, played like a broken record. / Archaic voices filling my mind with ideas that plant me to the groun…
A snippet of my mind space. Like being at a cross roads and finally seeing which way to go. I am sure everyone has had a moment like this.
To rock aware why / we rise to human matters
Dedicated to Gigi RedBubble artist micmac Inspired by her photographic art work / titled Captive Beauty This is the third (3rd) GIGI inspired poem that I have written based on Gigi’s work which has a powerful touch that reaches deep into my creative core. I am so grateful to know her and so fortunate to be inspired by her. I am so grateful to know her and so fortunate to be inspired by her. Each of them are all based on one style of hers. PLEASE READ/Comment on ALL 3 AND FOLLOW THE HOT LINK TO VIEW/Comment ON HER WORK TOO. The 1st one Breathe now for the last breath is gone The 2nd one is The Free Thinker Would The 1st one just riveted my heart. Inspired by Torn… / And then, some time later Another piece in the same style appeared. This same feeling came over me. There is something about the human/nature asthectic she has utilized to date in this style that moves me so profoundly. The 2nd piece is inspired by Gigi’s The Free Thinker / This is note to underestimate the vast diverse creative gifts of Gigi’s other work. Watch her you will be happy you choose to and by no small mesure will you be alone, She is beautiful being and artist. OH ! HOW COULD I FORGET? / THIS IS REALLY THE FORTH Poem Inspired by Gigi / This one is from January 2008 / I think it was the photograph that fisrt introduced me to Gigi’s woek! / The poem Suite Sound Images of Her / Very few comment from way back when I had only a few artist on my watchlist.
Love’s naked and bare Mother gives. / Still … life embodies hope within all. / We are beyond releasing comes.
Based on and inspired by the artwork of eric shepherd / and his inspirational artwork titled: Mother and Child
An Infant Born / Held To Mothers / Breast, She Strokes / His Cheek Tenderly / In Soft Caress
Loving Tenderness Beginning to End
Wish I could have been what you dreamed I should be / Instead, I was just me
We are raised from an early age to seek approval, that often means denying the authentic self. Then as adults we have to explore, grow and realise that we were just as we should be
The sun is peaking through the clouds spreading its early morning soft light. / the light fills the room gradually chasing away the shadow…
A warm story of how an artwork warmed the hearts and souls of two artist halfway around the world from one another.
toss you up and down roll you…all around and up and over on…my shoulders I carry you…
Provenance…serendipity…kismet you have found it or it has found you the treasure or little treasured bundle and bundled up in your heart the sparkling sparkle igniting the bond the little sparkler of life…child children childhood grow growing parenthood…old. You see them they see you and through their eyes they may walk like you or choose another path to walk…serendipity…kismet…provenance. Will they hold you and hold you close when you become the child and they become the parent as you age and one day are so much like a child just waiting for that day…kismet.
Why did he have to do / all those really nasty things / I hate it running down my legs / when I haven’t got a hankie
The rape of a 10 year old by a stranger, who had already been sexually abused for many years before / MCN: C11A5-04236-0B38F
You give me the rules / You give me the guidelines / You give me the tools / And then you withdraw to the sidelines / as you leave i…
~ ~ I was contemplating the advice parents give their children, and the ever natural progression of independence developed by youngsters as they learn to forge their own way, navigate the seas and lands and skies of their own lives … ... my ponderings were, that the best any of us can do for another is to share as many tools as we know, and then … yes – set each other free … because we each need to live and experience and create our own lives in our own unique way – we each have a lifetime :) / And so my thoughts wandered specifically to my mum who passed away due to cancer winning out over her some years ago. And on the subject of mums and cancer, then I thought of Marj whom I wrote this piece for as she is currently fighting breast cancer … ~ ~ All proceeds from sales of the image to be donated to Cancer Research UK
31 and I’m still trying to calculate when bedtime should be. / Playing chicken with the time. / Should I go once the crap-talking has start…
A poem for my ACoA friends around the world. It’s about what I call ‘after 9 O’Clock syndrome’ or the certainty that after 9pm, most of the population have already had enough to drink for them to have left themselves behind for a bit… and how scary that can be for the rest of us
The child in me whispered …....... / “were you ever like this ?
Lesson from a child to a father…....
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Funny little poem that parents will relate to.
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