Tonight I was watching probably the most uninspiring Last Night of the Proms I’ve seen. There were some wonderful songs and acts, the best of which was Bohemian Rhapsody. But the energy just wasn’t there. Something was just off compared to Proms of the past. It got me thinking though. Land of Hope and GloryContinueContinue reading “A Song for All Democracies”
Category Archives: Poetry
The Time Before Bed
What are you doing this evening? The time before bedis spent on the couchsurfing hundreds of channelsthat all offer nowtWhen I were a young galI never once thoughtthat my life would be spenton the couch doing noughtI was going to travelI was going to liveI had a thousand ideasand so much to giveI had plentyContinueContinue reading “The Time Before Bed”
Space
Some simple ideas on how to relax, with a very quick mind-clearing visualisation, and a poem that might help to heal the past.
Thinking About Thinking
I think therefore I amWhich means that I’m not thinking rightbecause my ‘am’ isn’t rightI need to think more about what is rightbefore I think about my ‘am’But how do I work things out ifwhen if I think a duff thoughtit could immediately become my ‘am’Folks don’t tell you howtricky this thinking isOr whether theContinueContinue reading “Thinking About Thinking”
Out of the Dark
When you’re struggling you feel the sensuous voice of the darkness trying to dim your light, often using the voices of those around you. This was my response. Be your own light Deb xx
I See You Now
Age brings with it understanding. You see why your party’s may not have aged happily, lost their spark, become frustrated and disillusioned. You can learn from that and I’m grateful for the lessons my parents showed me.
Sugar-coated
My life is sugar-coated by moneyGlossed like an expensive donutWith the good old sturdy cake beneathPeople look at it and see the sparkleBut rarely the emotional costYou don’t dare to complainBecause you have MONEY It is one thing to be gratefulFor what you do haveAnd I am so gratefulIt is another to thinkThat the icingContinueContinue reading “Sugar-coated”
How
Before my friends panic, I wrote this years agoand have only now got round to tidying it up.HowHow has it come to this?How have I arrived in this place?A space where I’m scared to be myselfWhere I must hold backMainly because I knowThat no one is to blameOnly timeOnly youthOnly lack of understandingAnd trusting inContinueContinue reading “How”
In Your Footsteps
In Your FootstepsYou think I don’t want to follow themEverywhere they goTo be there when they laughSee them walking life’s highwaysHopeful – optimistic – youngYou think my heart beatsTo a different rhythmAnd my insides don’t crumbleAt the temporary lossAs they walk out the doorYou think I rest easilyWhile they feel their feet in lifeOr sitContinueContinue reading “In Your Footsteps”
Hard to Say
Do you spend more time thinking about the future or the past? Why? Minds don’t stay in one place for long. I’m not a fan of looking back unless it’s to good memories. I do like to mull my way forward sometimes, but then that can be to miss the here and now, which isContinueContinue reading “Hard to Say”
Deb Hawken - Amorah 