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Letting Go
By Michael Allsopp
Have to let go
of a beautiful mind
It's gonna be cruel
It ain't kind
Why didn't I foresee it
When you put the world on me.
Have to let go
Of a beautiful book
Don't wanna read it
Don't wanna look
Should've skipped all the pages
When you put the world on me.
Have to let go
Of a beautiful soul
Stories spoken
And stories untold
Reeling me in on fishing line
When you put the world on me.
Have to let go of a beautiful fool
It is me and
Always will be
We can do this together
Like we done before
Shelter from the rain
At Pink Flamingos door
You say hello
And I'll wave goodbye
I don't want the world put on me.
Michael Allsopp 29.7.18
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Seasons Affecting
by Joy Hadaway
I woke this morning to a cold hard frost, the ground was hard and the grass was lost.
Mums and dad rush their children through the playground, hands in gloves and breathy greetings, now they're off to work for their many meetings.
I rushed back home to the warmth and comfort to start the day's chores. I can think of better activities that do not make me bored!
All I want to do is go to sleep like a little mouse in a bale of wheat.
I've a pile of ironing and beds to make, floors to vacuum and a cake to bake.
I must write some cards and make a shopping list, I've got appointments in the morning that cannot be missed.
Before I know it the clock has moved on!
I've worked non-stop but the ironing is gone. Time for a cuppa and put my feet up what's on TV. Oooh a hot sweet cup!
Oh dear what time is it? I must've nodded off, I've got the school run today and I've developed a cough! I hate this bloody winter the days go too quick.
One child has got the flu and the other is sick!
Roll on the spring time, the daffodils and longer days, for that improves my mind and changes my ways.
I crave the sun and the warmth on my bones, no sitting indoors tapping on phones.
A brisk walk through the fields and exploring the forest, the tent is up and the birds are in chorus!
Oh the promise of much warmer days, of ice creams and beaches on which we lay! Children are laughing and running around, barbecues blazing and a funky sound. People are happier when the sun in around, as for me in the winter I go to ground.
THEY ARE GONE by ANON*
You can shed tears that they are gone
Or you can smile because they lived
You can close your eyes and pray that they will come back
Or you can open your eyes and see all that they have left
Your heart can be empty because you can't see them
Or you can be full of the love that you shared
You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday
Or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday
You can remember them and only that they are gone
Or you can cherish their memory and let it live on
You can cry and close your mind, be empty and turn your back
Or you can do what they would want:
Smile, open your eyes, love and go on.
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TONYS' POEM ABOUT THE PLOT!
I walked along a sunshine road
Because the rain was in my head
When all at once my steps were led
To the sight and sound of quirky sheds
One green one brown
One to smile – One to frown
Both bathing well
In Autumn's golden gown
She smiled and smiled
At what she had
And smiled at name
Of soldier's plot
His name was curious in a way
His rank not high I would say
His number though was 40A
And on the plot were plotters, too
Just doing the thing plotters do
And over fence and over yonder
I thought I heard another plotter
A soldier plotter – a lost lost plotter
A one time dreaming poppy plotter?
Plotting plots in his slumber
In the ground with name, rank, number
And I heard him ghostly say
“Son, you may be famous one fine day
And it may not happen
In a very big way
Just walk along a sunshine thread
Ignore the rain inside your head
Tend the plants with all due care
And they will clean the cankered air
No weeds nor thorns will dare to tear
The silver hopes of plotters hearts
Or golden locks of their hair
And they like you , will get to see
Another father – another plotter
For now they speak in pandered whispers
To fathers, mothers, brothers, sisters
But they, like you, will get to hear
Another singer, a louder rapper
Today my son, true plotters cry
So much, too much, but they won't die
Plants and prizes they clutch, will clutch
Yet they, like you, will come to touch
Fruit so truthful and prize eternal
Today the liars and politicians
They steal our fruit with stealthy paces
And spit the pips back in our faces
Take heart my plotters – to the core
Unlike them, you will ascend, and reach to taste
With absent haste, your second garden, your father's garden
Our lovely land, our plot of Kent
Festooned it is with wishes bent
The give us labels with cruel intent
Yet unlike them, our childhood spent, again will scent
Our secret garden, our playground garden”
On Him do we depend?
Knowing one day our hearts shall mend?
When all glory is rendered back?
To Him on high in the end?
In the meantime church bells ring
And conkers swing on end of string
And us we labour out of town
Under canopy of her golden gown
Under canopy of her golden gown
It will not last; we will face the blast
Of Winter's shriek
Yet in time she'll reach her peak
And frost will yield as winter's shield
Gives way to boots upon our field
To this our plot I'm truly bound
No seed shall fall on stony ground””
No seed shall fall on thorny ground
We do our best, we work with zest
And the real prize...?
Seeing little green human men
shoot up before our eyes
I am but a guest and roughly dressed
And watch the fruit grow plump and plump
Plump and plump as Pomona's breasts
The summer sun and shadows short
Shadowland under barbie smoke
The burgers brown, the sozzies brown
And I await her golden gown
I look around from dove to dove
From dove to dove to human dove
We imitate the ones we love
His plot is near
so very near
The other day his voice I heard
“Just walk along the sunshine road
Forget the rain that's in your head”
Tonyem
Talk it Out
Deal
January 2020
*other works – story of plants that come to life at night potato is irish, leek welsh, pepper italian, onion french, sprouts english plant farm instead of animal farm