Setback
Comfort Zones, chats on the 'phone,
The world didn't seem so bad.
Over cups of coffee and lunch at home,
Took advantage of what we had.
Miss the pops ins, drop ins,
The love, support and laughter
Thought us moving here
Would be happy ever after.
Don't miss the town, it changed too much
But those friends, they stayed the same.
My heart still hurts, it grieves for them
And can't describe the pain.
Some things are set in concrete -
Some people just can't forget;
An hour's fast drive up the motorway
Is too far for this one regret.
Thought I was moving forward
But feels like ten steps back,
Didn't realise how much I missed -
The emotion feels so black.
This town is full of niceties
It's sweet and kind and true,
But there's a big part of my heart
That's sixty miles away from you.
Copyright Linda Lawrence
1st January 2009
Thursday, 1 January 2009
Saturday, 18 October 2008
Undecided!
Oh the dramatics!
Undecided!
I'm running through my feelings
Working side by side in thoughts;
Struggled with my senses;
My emotions I have fought.
I've run around in circles,
Got lost in a sphere
It’s all getting two dimensional
And not exactly clear!
Analysed my issues
Thinking about all this
Reached for the box of tissues
But not quite got the gist.
Tried to iron out uncertainties
Some reservations straightened out
But they still remain all jumbled,
Is it all about just nowt?
So profoundly confused,
Lost in an entire maze;
Am getting more perplexed
At this labyrinth of faze.
Feel so indecisive,
Vulnerable and easily lead
Mentality no longer what it was
Within my tortured head.
My thinking is too crowded,
My views are getting clouded,
My inner voice is shrouded;
It's all become confounded.
My line of thought is being hounded
And now it’s totally unfounded.
Swimming through enigmas,
There's too much mystery;
Am drowning in bewilderment -
What is happening to me?
My psyche is complicated -
Completely in a muddle,
My beliefs are saturated
With endless mindless struggles.
Need some basic answers,
Straightforward fundamentals;
Want some solid ground -
Not messy temperamentals.
Just want things more direct -
All in Black and White!
After another sleepless night
Want to see more morning light.
This time consuming energy
Has begun to take control of me,
Just want to turn around and flee!
Was not anticipating
My hormones to be raging
Feel I have lost the plot;
These problems are not solved -
Do I take this HRT –
This hormone therapy
Or do I simply not?
Copyright Linda Lawrence
13th October 2008
Undecided!
I'm running through my feelings
Working side by side in thoughts;
Struggled with my senses;
My emotions I have fought.
I've run around in circles,
Got lost in a sphere
It’s all getting two dimensional
And not exactly clear!
Analysed my issues
Thinking about all this
Reached for the box of tissues
But not quite got the gist.
Tried to iron out uncertainties
Some reservations straightened out
But they still remain all jumbled,
Is it all about just nowt?
So profoundly confused,
Lost in an entire maze;
Am getting more perplexed
At this labyrinth of faze.
Feel so indecisive,
Vulnerable and easily lead
Mentality no longer what it was
Within my tortured head.
My thinking is too crowded,
My views are getting clouded,
My inner voice is shrouded;
It's all become confounded.
My line of thought is being hounded
And now it’s totally unfounded.
Swimming through enigmas,
There's too much mystery;
Am drowning in bewilderment -
What is happening to me?
My psyche is complicated -
Completely in a muddle,
My beliefs are saturated
With endless mindless struggles.
Need some basic answers,
Straightforward fundamentals;
Want some solid ground -
Not messy temperamentals.
Just want things more direct -
All in Black and White!
After another sleepless night
Want to see more morning light.
This time consuming energy
Has begun to take control of me,
Just want to turn around and flee!
Was not anticipating
My hormones to be raging
Feel I have lost the plot;
These problems are not solved -
Do I take this HRT –
This hormone therapy
Or do I simply not?
Copyright Linda Lawrence
13th October 2008
Saturday, 6 September 2008
In my bedroom!
In my bedroom!
On top of the stairs
Turn to the left,
Walk about two feet
Some music and a treble clef.
My Cat......!
A half eaten mint sweet
(And wrappers.)
A pound coin near my feet.
A model spaceship,
Some luminous stars!
A black banana skin.
A milky way bar
A broken rule;
Black pen with no ink,
Homework not done,
Unwashed socks that stink!
Three lego bricks, two yellow, one blue;
A dead leaky battery,
An empty bottle of superglue.
Playstation discs
Spread over the floor,
Demin jeans worn today
Screwed up near the door!
A very sharp pencil -
A tube of pretend blood!
An old birthday card -
My trainers - full of mud!
C.D.s, D.V.D's
My twelve inch T.V.
Dads' 'lost' shed keys,
A skin from a kiwi!
A four stringed guitar,
Drop dead Fred
And somewhere in the middle -
My bed!
With loads of other mess!
For my daft Son
Friday, 8 August 2008
School holidays!
School holidays!
Sit around in my pyjamas, laze about all day
Wallowing in simplicity while the days just fade away.
Wishing every single school day could be a lot like this -
Doing absolutely nothing, what perfect heavenly bliss!
No teachers or some homework, just hanging out with my mates,
Or busy doing nothingness, staying up extremely late.
Raid the cupboards and the fridge; eat all the crisps that I call brunch;
Devour my breakfast in the afternoon, way way way past lunch!
Watch scary films in the afternoon with the curtains pulled,
Still awake at 4.00 a.m. , scared of what I saw – whatever it was called!
Lay ins, stay ins, day ins, beats Maths and History -
Would rather be bone idle, laze about and watch a mystery.
Gone now for the next few weeks are English and P.E.,
Would rather just be indolent and watch rubbish on T.V.!
I’ve lost track of all the days and time, knee deep in apathy,
But got to admit while school is out, I enjoy some lethargy!
Fed up with neatly ironed uniform, the whole curriculum,
Enjoying the weekly shopping – even with my Mum!
But when September arrives, I’ll have to be more enthusiastic -
My batteries will have recharged and school won’t be so drastic!
Copyright Linda Lawrence
Saturday, 7 June 2008
Need a break!
Need a break!
Am feeling distressed
And not at my best -
Need to go somewhere
To unwind and just rest.
Fed up with the rain
Going to book a plane,
Need to go somewhere
To unclutter my brain.
Have packed my case
Sunglasses for face,
Must not forget sun cream
And a tube of toothpaste.
But now hear me groan
Sand is Pebble and stone!
I now want to turn
Around and go home.
This place is too busy
I’m all in a tizzy!
My pulse rate has doubled
And making me dizzy.
The suns’ burnt my skin -
It’s making me sting.
The Mozzies are biting
And I’m really itching.
I’ve been on some trips;
Left waiters some tips.
Now need to go home
For my own fish ‘n’ chips!
Am feeling distressed
And not at my best.
Needing to go back home
Very quick for a rest.
Am feeling distressed
And not at my best -
Need to go somewhere
To unwind and just rest.
Fed up with the rain
Going to book a plane,
Need to go somewhere
To unclutter my brain.
Have packed my case
Sunglasses for face,
Must not forget sun cream
And a tube of toothpaste.
But now hear me groan
Sand is Pebble and stone!
I now want to turn
Around and go home.
This place is too busy
I’m all in a tizzy!
My pulse rate has doubled
And making me dizzy.
The suns’ burnt my skin -
It’s making me sting.
The Mozzies are biting
And I’m really itching.
I’ve been on some trips;
Left waiters some tips.
Now need to go home
For my own fish ‘n’ chips!
Am feeling distressed
And not at my best.
Needing to go back home
Very quick for a rest.
Copyright Linda Lawrence
5th June 2008
Monday, 28 April 2008
Forgotten Hero
Forgotten
Hero
As I open those thick opaque glass doors
I wonder what today is for
And what the next few hours have in store?
I’m taken back to hardship and wars.
The poverty, the suffering, the destitution,
The long term suffering - a revolution.
But nothing seemed to get resolved
Up until this day unsolved.
It’s thanks to you, you saved this land
The least I can now do is hold your hand.
You are the forgotten hero and yet -
From some you get treated with little respect.
Through your smile I see your pain
As you relive your story again.
Your stolen childhood was of work
No time to play, nor time to shirk.
The loneliness, the squalor you lived through
Made a true honest person out of you.
And by the time you’d given birth
To a child on our Mother earth,
Your careful years of nurturing
Made a future worth living in.
With me your memories you have shared
As I look around at your personal wares,
Not much to show, where are they now?
As your one little room will allow
A tiny part of your life, the keepsakes you bring
To others they don’t really mean a thing.
Now you rest in your safe home
With people around you but on your own.
You are our hero (my hero) from yesterday
Who should be cherished and should be praised.
As I walk along some stepping stones
You walk along with aids alone;
From our past with years gone by
You carved out a future for you and I
And your stories of yesteryear you share
The least I can do is care.
Copyright Linda Lawrence
26th April 2008
As I open those thick opaque glass doors
I wonder what today is for
And what the next few hours have in store?
I’m taken back to hardship and wars.
The poverty, the suffering, the destitution,
The long term suffering - a revolution.
But nothing seemed to get resolved
Up until this day unsolved.
It’s thanks to you, you saved this land
The least I can now do is hold your hand.
You are the forgotten hero and yet -
From some you get treated with little respect.
Through your smile I see your pain
As you relive your story again.
Your stolen childhood was of work
No time to play, nor time to shirk.
The loneliness, the squalor you lived through
Made a true honest person out of you.
And by the time you’d given birth
To a child on our Mother earth,
Your careful years of nurturing
Made a future worth living in.
With me your memories you have shared
As I look around at your personal wares,
Not much to show, where are they now?
As your one little room will allow
A tiny part of your life, the keepsakes you bring
To others they don’t really mean a thing.
Now you rest in your safe home
With people around you but on your own.
You are our hero (my hero) from yesterday
Who should be cherished and should be praised.
As I walk along some stepping stones
You walk along with aids alone;
From our past with years gone by
You carved out a future for you and I
And your stories of yesteryear you share
The least I can do is care.
Copyright Linda Lawrence
26th April 2008
Friday, 28 March 2008
'Phone bill!
Making light of unnecessary paperwork!
Copyright Linda Lawrence
28th March 2008
'Phone bill!
An envelope plopped on the floor -
A certain bill found its way to my door.
It’s from BT, oh no, I frown,
With all the other utilities
I now feel so down.
I open it up and am very perplexed,
Life is hard enough, whatever next?
I look and scan and gaze again
At my account opened up to test my brain.
There are a few pages numerically ordered;
My fingers now on very fast forward
As I look for the amount
That must be now due,
My curiosity growing
With all phone calls accrued.
Now as my hands begin to filch
We owe the costly sum …… of zilch!
Was it really necessary -
To kill a tree?
To send out a nothing bill to me?
We’re in debt by zero - indebted by noughts
I’m confused enough and in deep thought
We spend time to recycle, with less in the bin -
But the folks at BT cause a terrible sin!
By sending out paper in a pretty hue
A decent neat font – all in Royal blue!
The postman has walked all those miles
With five sheets of paper
For a fruitless demand!
But think it’s really rather funny
That you’ve sent out a bill
With the amount outstanding
That adds up to nil!
Please oh BT, don’t you hear this voice -
Would you stop sending out a useless invoice!
With nowt on the statement
But a flash world logo;
And a line of sweet nothings neatly in a row.
Whatever has the world become
By sending out bills for minus one?
An envelope plopped on the floor -
A certain bill found its way to my door.
It’s from BT, oh no, I frown,
With all the other utilities
I now feel so down.
I open it up and am very perplexed,
Life is hard enough, whatever next?
I look and scan and gaze again
At my account opened up to test my brain.
There are a few pages numerically ordered;
My fingers now on very fast forward
As I look for the amount
That must be now due,
My curiosity growing
With all phone calls accrued.
Now as my hands begin to filch
We owe the costly sum …… of zilch!
Was it really necessary -
To kill a tree?
To send out a nothing bill to me?
We’re in debt by zero - indebted by noughts
I’m confused enough and in deep thought
We spend time to recycle, with less in the bin -
But the folks at BT cause a terrible sin!
By sending out paper in a pretty hue
A decent neat font – all in Royal blue!
The postman has walked all those miles
With five sheets of paper
For a fruitless demand!
But think it’s really rather funny
That you’ve sent out a bill
With the amount outstanding
That adds up to nil!
Please oh BT, don’t you hear this voice -
Would you stop sending out a useless invoice!
With nowt on the statement
But a flash world logo;
And a line of sweet nothings neatly in a row.
Whatever has the world become
By sending out bills for minus one?
Copyright Linda Lawrence
28th March 2008
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