New work

I never thought it would

So happy to work

To finally be

Accepted by someone

Financially free

To watch my bank

Start to grow

As I save money

Look at it go

I buy a car

Keep it pristine clean

Take care of it

Watch it gleam

I go to the pub

I drink and smoke

I enjoy myself

Life is no joke

Forty now

Still enjoying myself

Life is good

Ok health

All the money

In the bank

House paid off

No more rent

I never married

No kids for me

I was happy

Living free

Go on holiday

Where I like

Enjoy the sun

Beautiful life

Ready to retire

Put my feet up

Chill out a bit

It’s been a bit much

Ready to receive

My first pension cheque

Waited so long

To be paid back

My account online

Is looking good

Order in takeout

Some nice fancy food

As the doorbell rings

I go to open

I lose my footing

My hip is broken

I call for an ambulance

And dial 999

I cry to myself

Over the line

The lady on the phone

“Sir can you hear me?”

Unable to respond

I drop the phone feebly

I never thought

It would end like this

I just wish

I would have been missed

1. Rhyming poetry to change your day

His name is Jared

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I longed to have a child, I longed to be a mum

But according to the medical world it could not be done

Oh the grief I felt to need to mother a child

Adoption for my partner just turned out too wild

So I sat there in my gloom, feeling sorry for myself

My motherhood instincts destined for the shelf

Somehow fifteen years on the ultimate miracle befell me

I became pregnant, how on earth, I was happy as can be

It was a shock and I went through it all

Resentment kicked in and denial, awful

It took some time but I came to terms

It took me a month but I soon learned

I was so happy with my baby and our future dreams

But nothing would ever turn out as simple as it seemed

I went in to premature labour, my son was born

It was too early for him and my heart was torn

He was given to me, my angel, my boy on my chest

Thirty minutes he had to live, then he continued his rest

Skin to skin, his heartbeat with mine

His breathing, me wanting to slow down time

He died in my arms, in my fucking arms

I would of given my life for him not to of been harmed

I laid for hours watching him, screaming, crying, wailing

Why this way? Why? I was in shock, even shaking

I examined him, every inch of his perfect face

I could not look away, his mother’s sweet embrace

I fell in love, real love that day

Love bloomed in my heart in every way

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It is now 6 years on from the death of my son

I have learned so much and I refuse to run

It’s not like I could just walk away from my grief

Like trying to escape my arm, my leg or even my beliefs

I learned who my true friends really are

All their support, they were really my stars

And I sympathize with others now it wasn’t always the case

Because them empty friends were really a waste of space

And I know that I can’t control everything in life it’s not the way

I love you my son and I will always remember you on our day

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A poem about the life of one of my readers. A massive thank you to you.

A beautiful and wonderful soul.

Ella's first day at school

Ella’s first day at school (New Book)

As Ella woke up

In her lovely bedroom

She sat herself up

And felt the gloom

She was sad this day

The first day at school

Worrying to herself

“What should I do ?”

She dressed herself

In her favourite dress

She combed her hair

From its blonde mess

Down the stairs for breakfast

With mum and dad

Yawning loud

And feeling sad

“What’s wrong Ella?”

“Why are you sad?”

Looking concerned

Spoke softly her dad

“I don’t want to go”

“It scares me so much”

“I won’t know anyone”

“I’m so fed up”

“Ella my sweet”

“You’ll be ok”

“I’ll come with you”

“At the start of your day”

In the car

Driving along

Mum changes the radio

To Ella’s favourite song

Singing together

At the top of their lungs

Making it better

Having such fun

Arriving at class

The very first time

Seeing the teacher

As the bell starts to chime

“What’s your name?”

“Its Ella miss”

She looked at her mum

And gave her a kiss

She held her hand

Still a little scared

Not letting go

Still so aware

She looked around the class

Seeing everyone play

It seemed quite cool

What would she do today?

“It’s ok mum”

“I’ll be ok”

“I love you so much”

“Have a great day”

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Sure I won’t be missed

I hate money

It’s control over us

Can’t get enough of it

It causes such a fuss

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Everything depends on it

Can’t get away

Always need more of it

At the end of every day

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Debt comes to bite your ass

And it rips you a new hole

It tosses the windows out

Until the vacuum takes hold

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There are always others

That are much worse off than me

But my biggest stress of all

It has its way with me

.

So much worry

So much stress

Sometimes wondering

What is this test

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Cars always breaking down

Kids to pay for

Working for your job

Feeling like a whore

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Now we have to live to work

To pay all the fucking bills

Eating all my insides out

Like a poisonous swill

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What is next to save myself

To get away from this

Put a bullet through my skull

Sure I won’t be missed

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Cassanova

A boy once wondered if he ever had a chance

A beautiful popular girl with a caring glance

He wrote on a piece of paper his thoughts so true

He doubted how to give it to her, what should he do

She had never really spoke to him, not once in class

She was about to leave, he would have to act fast

He grabbed his bag to leave, as she walked through the door

Scuttling through after her, knocking her to the floor

Apologising clumsily for his involuntary act

Slipping her the paper into her sack

She ran to catch her bus, scared to be late

Just getting there in time, is this to be fate

He would have to wait and get through the weekend

Thinking about this girl, maybe a girlfriend

The days passed by agonisingly slow

Sunday night now, just one sleep to go

He arrived at class, not knowing what to expect

Would it be good news or would it be reject

She came into class smiling in her stride

He was beside himself, starting to subside

She sat down behind him, books on the table

Starting her day off as if it was a fable

The next time you want to talk to me, don’t knock me over

Try asking me out instead you great big cassanova

1. Searching for you

The ocean

Its exhilarating view
The crashing waves
That deep sea blue
How the clouds touch
As far as I can see
The water sways
Almost hopefully
When I take in the air
I never want to leave
May it last forever
It’s all I want to breathe

My latest book “Searching for you” is a collection of poetry about love, heartbreak and happiness. A raw journey looking at our search in life to find ourselves and that special someone.

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New work

That first step

If I told you that I love you

Would you love me back

If I went to try to hug you

Would you hug me back

If I smiled at you

Would you look in my eyes

If I never take that first step

I will never be surprised

My latest book “Searching for you” is a collection of poetry about love, heartbreak and happiness. A raw journey looking at our search in life to find ourselves and that special someone.