Drunk on Love

And another one of mine:

I have no memory
Of things that were said.
How did we part?
On what note did it end?
I so wanted to remain a friend.

All I remember are your kisses.
The way I looked into your eyes.
Forgetting the golden rule;
Never pledge undying love
On the first date.

I'm sorry.
I was intoxicated.
With you.



Published in All Sorts, Edited by Helen McNally, Anchor Books, Peterborough (1993)

Yellow

This is one of mine:

Once I was a child.
Basking in the warmth of the yellow.
Surrounded by the energy of the yellow,
Spying from within (the yellow).

No one could find us,
Deep in our nest of yellow.
We were not accountable,
As we lay in the life of the yellow.

Only seen from above,
We looked up to the blue.
The birds they fly free.
And that's how we felt; in the yellow.

(pause)

How suddenly the ages shout.
Youth must move on.
No longer to be cocooned;
Within the yellow.

I long to be back, forever there; within the yellow.
But the only reminder, is the straw in my hair,
Now grey, instead of yellow.


Published in Breaking Voices, Edited by Heather Killingray FP 2003 Series...
Poetry Now, Peterborough (2003)

Charmouth's Revenge

While I was on my holiday I came across a fantastic poem from a local poet.
Here is Charmouth's Revenge by Gordon Judge:

The residents of Charmouth say they’ve seen it all before,
“As soon as chunks of cliff break off and slide down on the shore,
Geologists arrive in hordes. It happens every time,
And all the B&Bs are filled from here along to Lyme.

Our coast erodes at rapid rates each time there’s storms and gales,
But weather’s not the only thing that eats away our shales:
Those rock-hounds come and hack away at landslips that aren’t stable.
We put up signs and cordon off as much as we are able,

And warn ‘em not to risk their lives, but do they listen? No,
They hurry past us to the beach – so we just let ‘em go.
If they get buried, ‘tis their fault; it should be no surprise.
‘Tis not our job to dig ‘em out – we let ‘em fossilise!”

Poem written by Gordon Judge and published in Shoreline (News and Views from Charmouth) Summer 2011 (gordon.judge1@virgin.net) From GeoVerse 2004 and 2009.

I Won a Runner Up Prize for my poem Vision!!

I recently won a runner up prize in the Lincolnshire Association Of Healers Poetry Competition www.lincolnshirehealers.org/news.html#poetry with my poem Vision, and I am reading September's Writing Magazine and I see my name jump out at me. OK its only small letters, but its a start (WN7). Hope you like.....


Vision

Never sit drowning in your problems
Never let the world push you down
Always keep your dreams as a vision
And never let a nightmare fill your mind

Never let the vision fade away
Never let it die or lose its warmth
Always keep it forward in your being
And always let it be you, one and all

Never let a loved one tell you different
Never let them twist and turn your words
Always keep your vision sharply focused
And never let their words soften yours

Never let a bad thing blur your vision
Never let it stop or slow you down
Always keep looking to the future
Always know your vision is your own