Saturday, 8 August 2026

Daylight murder

 

Daylight murder


You’re back again you murderers!

Destroying their abodes.

Chop them down with your cutters

Because it’s not far from a road.


Bats, badgers, amphibians, birds,

Habitats, all living things.

Woody shrubs, sheltered and safe.

Such diversity they bring.


Foodstuff for little creatures,

All gone in one crude swipe.

We can’t live without our bees

Or other kinds of wildlife.


They bring joy to little people -

Smiles of pure delight!

Colours of beauty on the eye -

Have you really got that right?


Keep using your man made machines

Your behaviour is malign.

Our creatures keep on struggling

And already in decline.


Eggs, caterpillars, chrysalis ,

And now they’re in demise

You must keep Britain tidy

But you’ll kill the butterflies.


Planted in, such small trees

Takes years for them to grow.

Now reaching out, your hydraulic arm

Along the pretty hedgerow.


Beetles, grubs, millions of insects,

Their safe migration pathways.

All gone in one fell swoop;

You just had to clear the way.


They don’t own the earth

Nor do those who live here

We were given to love and see

We cry but you don’t hear.


Copyright Linda Lawrence


8th August 2026

Bone-dry

 

Bone-dry


Cars unwashed, plants are dying

We’re in a drought , there’s no denying.

Wild fires, forests all ablaze,

Mile on mile of smokey haze.


A punctured pipe that’s not been fixed

The South-East again, has been jinxed.

Line up in heat for our supplies,

Our taps, again have run dry.


Yet again, a water restriction

We’re so fed up with contradictions!

The grass is brown, we’re all struggling

And our new water bills are very puzzling.


Raw sewage spilt in the sea;

What is to become of you and me?

Drips of water from our taps.

The spiel you’ve given is just pure crap.


Now another massive leak

Used sticking plaster, give it a tweak.

Litres of water flood the road

The bottled water, saved up loads.


Thanks to your failure of supply,

Everything we look at is bone-dry.

There’s poo that we can’t flush away,

Down the loo it has to stay.


So when can you tell me why

The real reason why taps have run dry?

Without the need for excuses or lies,

When we need it most, in hot July.


On the beach, shells, pretty bits and pieces,

Mixed with raw sewage with stinking faeces.

The basic human right of seaside

Has become so dangerous, now people have died.


Allowed to swim in toxic ocean

Not one of us had a notion

They tell us shareholders will have to pay

For the mistakes you have made today.


Copyright Linda Lawrence


7th August 2026


Saturday, 11 July 2026

Estranged

 

Estranged

 

I remember the tents you built in the garden

Blankets held together with mum's washing pegs!

Enough room with my friend over the road,

My comfortable house on the grass 

And the pillows we used for our beds and heads!

The best house in the street, my own abode!

 

One Christmas Mum and dad had bought me Patch,

You let me play with your dolls Cindy and Paul.

They were a happy family, much like us

Paul had brown plastic hair, blue eyes and was very tall;

She was up to date with knitted clothes and curly hair,

But Paul wasn't a 'man' and was nonplus.

 

You used to make me gooey icing sugar on a plastic plate

Which tasted divine from Mum's cupboard of food!

A shared Oxo cube late at night in bed,

The salty crumbs that made a mess on the sheets!

You took them from the Oxo tin and had to be shrewd

Always so tasty, the best in the world, food spread.

 

And those crunchy biscuits from chocolate and cornflakes

My tooth fell out while tucking in - or did it break?

The Spirograph, its maths and patterns - amazing!

And Lego, you built me things with bricks of red and white

And when I saw what you made, it was such a delight!

These, still in my house, they don't need replacing.

 

So upset when you paddled in the Lea and cut your foot

Did you have stitches? It was cut right open.

Dad was mad and sad that you caught it on glass

But you were lucky that no limbs got broken

And it all happened in the morning, so very fast,

So long ago, while many years have passed.

 

The hairy caterpillars we looked after and fed

Found on the privet bush and lilac tree.

We kept their jars clean and safe in the shed.

Then changed to a chrysalis, knew they were purebred

And after some time, the Tiger moth emerged 

And watched them all fly free.

 

A fashion guru, kaftan, hotpants, cropped hair.

I don't think Dad approved and said a silent prayer!

The bunk beds in the same room that we shared

I used to annoy you pushing my feet up and didn't care!

We kept some toys from years ago among our teddy bears.

Evenings, we'd learn the alphabet backwards in the cold night air.

 

A bag of sweets from Woolworths, every Saturday after work,

Sherbert dip, jellies, love hearts, white chocolate Milky bar!

The music you borrowed from the library when you left school,

T. Rex, Hendrix, Status Quo and always my favourite ELO!

There were so many groups difficult to name them all

But your turntable was busy, always on the go.

 

I remember with affection, the happier early days,

But how quickly, in one day, the world turned upside down.

A tragedy in the early seventies when Dad was taken away.

Many things and relationships began to change

Doubt if I will see you again, we've completely broken down

And sadly to this day, we remain estranged.

 

Copyright Linda Lawrence Estranged

 

11th July 2026

Tuesday, 23 June 2026

Just happy tears


Just happy tears

Please don't cry!
Name a star after me
In the sky!
A novice poet -
Blow it!
Please don't dwell 
And wonder why.

When it's dark
Please don't think too deep
About me,
Just the funny things!
Our lives on this earth
End just too fast.
Enjoy your life
Go far and wide
I'll be around
And try to guide.

During the night
When it's clear
Ill be bright
And be with you 
Until daylight.

And during the day
When butterflies
Fly your way
Whether yellow, blue
A purple hue
I'll be nurturing you.

Copyright Linda Lawrence
25th June 2026

Hooked on cruising

 Hooked on cruising!


Hooked on cruising!
Different every day,
Confused people like us
Trying to find their way!
Mini city on the water,
Would really love to stay
Can't wait to dock around
A pretty picturesque bay.

I've lost count of staircases
And lifts on this 
Gigantic boat!
15 restaurants, 5000 people
How does it ever float!

Warm up in a jacuzzi 
While docked in ice and snow,
The sun was hot
We took the photos!
Glaciers and mountains
Find a legend between
So glad we've been!
Fjords and those trolls
God bless their souls!

And all the indulgent
Al carte,
I'll keep a cruise holiday
Close to my heart!
Young people, some older
Always something to do
When I look over my shoulder!
Cocktails, mocktails
Or a glass of champagne,
Would like to watch 
The same theatre show
Once again.

The dips, the sips
Taste lingers on our lips
Then tread on foreign land
For a booked trip

So pretty, wooden homes
Nothing like our bricks
And stones
Love sailing on the sea
A perfect holiday for you and me

Copyright Linda Lawrence 23rd June 2026





Changed

 Changed


I was no longer me
When I saw the sign for oncology.
How do I feel today?
I don't know -
Maybe every which way.
I'm not who I was
And think differently
And won't lie
Thought I might die.
Cannot equate
To this disease
And just asking
For you to understand 
And help me please.
I try to have fun,
Laugh
But only manage
Frightened paragraphs

Must not drink two point five
Otherwise
I won't stay alive.
Liver not happy,
Don't know why
Go to do the right thing
Important to try.

Slice by slice
They'll look inside
See if any organs
Are by the wayside.
Or fix this hernia!
It's getting worse!
Before they take me away
In a hearse.

My body ain't right 
It feels lumpy
And each time I feel or look,
It appears more bumpy.

A bypass for humour
It's very slowly going
And much of my thinking
Is there another tumour
Growing?

Puffed out
What's that about?
Some iron required?
Lack of concentration
Is getting worse
My frustration
It feels like a curse.

The medication leaving 
Ugly marks
And with that
Some mental scars.
And the likelihood
Of my livelihood
Will completely end.

Climbing the stairs
Reaching the top
Sit down quickly
Just want to flop.
And on exertion
The shortness of breathing
(and some wheezing)
Will be looked at soon
In a few afternoons
Another cannula
Another insertion.

Copyright Linda Lawrence

23rd June 2026