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Thursday, 11 March 2021

Bright Blue Skies

Bright blue Skies
White fluffy clouds
Proud seagull perched on chimney pot

Awaiting his mate, his partner in crime

The tabby cat silently observes
From the safety of the window sill
The seagull  swoops down 
Calling to his mate
"Hurry up Hurry  up, don't  be late"
The tabby cat shuffles
Adjusts his stance
Ready for action, ready to prance
The white fluffy clouds 
Fade to grey
The pompous seagull flies away
Off to find his partner in  crime
The chimney pot vacant once more

The cat spots a small dog
Walking by....
Maybe this time.....

Saturday, 10 August 2019

EGGS

                                         EGGS

           Scrambled, fried, boiled or poached?
           
            What will be the answer to this question we have broached


            Toast? Soldiers? Bread and butter?On their own?
           

             Don't put all your eggs in one basket

             or people will moan

             Easter eggs, painted eggs, duck or quail?
           
           
             What is the perfect egg?
             
             to find the answer would involve a massive trail..

             So however you eat your eggs

             make them look inviting
           

            with eggs on your plate, life is more egg....citing!!




Sunday, 28 January 2018

SCHOOL LIFE






It kinda feels like I imagine Alice would of felt like. Falling, falling, falling, not knowing when It will stop or where it will stop.Children they say should be seen and not heard. I really wish this had been the case.Children can be so, so cruel. Nasty spiteful,unkind, thoughtless specimens!


Words. throw away words.Sharp,cutting.Embedded in my brain forever. Comments, glances, laughing, mocking. Killing me slowly inside.Penetrating, burning, scolding. Belittling me and my very existence. Constantly being knocked down by some never ending hit and run driver, leaving you to bleed out on the pavement.

Scarred emotionally. Zapping every ounce of the little confidence I had left. Twelve years on this planet, not learning anything. Wanting to learn everything. Mocked in front of my peers, mocked for wanting to learn, not given the chance. Wanting to achieve, wanting to be liked, wanting to be socially excepted.Just wanting to be accepted.

My head feels like a ravens. repeatedly pecking. PECK, PECK, PECK. Self esteem shot down into flames.Flames scattered all over my childhood. Like some kind of sick joke! 
Good enough? Your not good enough! You can do better! CONCENTRATE!
Can't answer them back, won't answer them back. Afraid, afraid of the consequences. Afraid, useless, silly, stupid, inadequate. 
Heartless words. Nagging, niggling, never leaving me alone.Tearing away at me with every VERB, NOUN, SYLLABLE! Struggling to find myself, the true version of myself. WHY? WHY? Why do I listen to them?WHY? Makes them feel important, popular, funny, messiah's..........

Why do I let them all take away my true self??

Childhood merges into adulthood. Too fast, gone in a flash.Time for me to face adulthood, but at what cost? You need to go out there and do something with your life! You need to do something!
Thought adulthood would be different, thought people would be nicer to me. How wrong I was! Still feel like Alice, still falling, falling down that rabbit hole that is my life!

Years passed. I persevered....... My confidence slowly filtered back, like tiny fragments. Some fragments shattered, lost forever. 
New beginnings. Opportunities. Life experiences. Good choices made. Bad choices made. Good decisions. Bad decisions. Situations come and go, people come and go, never staying very long. 
Fake friends appear then disappear. Leading me into a false  sense of security. Nasty, cruel, manipulative so called friends. Didn't stand up for myself, always sat back and took whatever they wanted to dish out at me. Chipping away at my very soul, my very being.

Then It finally happened.....I started to stand up for myself, and boy was I good at it! My eyes were fully opened, opened for the first time in forever. Open so wide I could see a future for me. A confident future.A confident me! Feels so good, I feel refreshed and alive for the first time in a long long time. Liberating. Powerful. I'm back! This is the true version of me. Nobody is ever going to take my true self away from me ever  again. People have tried and failed over the years. 

THIS TIME I'M STAYING........LIKE IT OR NOT?........

         


                                                                               ALISON PICKLES.


  


Monday, 28 August 2017

ANTS

ANTS


The oddly shaped clouds in the sky

look grey and forlorn in mood

no rays of brilliant sunshine

peep through and smile upon us

Seagulls squawk and sigh

flying high in search of scraps


Black ants with umbrella's

brace themselves for the pending downpour

milling around and around

leading their complicated lives


Dreaming of the sun drenching their skin with warmth and happiness

removing themselves  from themselves

Sending them away, away from the pendulous skies

God and his angels have other plans

as they gaze down from above

At all the black ants scurrying

and trying to give meaning to their existence


Leaving The Nest

LEAVING THE NEST

You need to spread your wings

you need to do your own things

you need to fly the nest

mummy doesn't always know best!


You need to be totally aware

there's a whole new world out there

I will always be here for you

throughout your life

and all that you do


You need to spread your wings........

Road Trip

ROAD TRIP


We are going on a road trip

car all packed and ready

tank full of petrol

weather conditions unsteady!


Five or six hours in the car

books to read,  poems to write

raindrops on the window

no sunshine in our sight

Blasting out sounds

close to our hearts

traffic not too bad

not too many stops and starts!

Destination finally reached

the concerts in our sights

one of my favourite bands

this is going to be one of the best nights


Autumn


AUTUMN 


Every light has a story to tell

every door, every bell

Spiralling leaves fall upon the lamp posts glaze

landing upon the sodden pavement

causing some kind of screwed up maze


The weeping willow slouches in utter disgust

the velvet darkness of the night

ready to encrust

The autumn night is mild

just a tad of a chill

the stillness of the night

eerie haunting,waiting to thrill