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Panic Attack in a Country Field

I like to rest on a country seat
Up on a hill quite near me.
I watch the world go by
And revel in all the green I see.

One morning while I sat resting
A sad looking lady passed by
With a taut rictus smile on her face
She looked like she needed to cry.

A group of ladies were walking ahead
And the sad lady went to pass
Suddenly one of the group stopped,
Looked, and sat down on the grass.

She indicated to her friends then
That they should walk on a bit
And called out to the fraught lass
"Come over here to me and sit".

With just a moment's hesitation
The troubled lady sat down too
"I'm Betty," said the kind woman
"Tell me dear - who are you?"

"I'm Alice," she replied and began to cry
The tears of the broken-hearted.
All her pain came flowing out as if
She couldn't stop now she'd started.

Betty rose and said "why not join us?"
Alice gave an indifferent shrug.
"You'll feel better walking with my crowd,
But first, I'll give you a hug."

Alice at first stiffened and then relaxed
Into the tight grip of her new friend
Her sobbing eased and I could see
Her mind was starting to mend.

They all went off in a chattering line
It was obvious Alice was losing her pain
I sat and marvelled at the kindness of a stranger.

I never saw them again.
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Getting to 80

Well, here it is, now looming large
an age beyond my belief
I had always expected my time here
would actually be quite brief.

Around fifty would be right I thought
who on earth needs more?
With greying hair and shorter breaths
and ready for the heavenly tour.

But fate decreed I'd do quite well
in the lottery of life
and I kept on taking forward strides
breasting challenges and strife.

Good luck and fortune 'dogged' me
throughout those golden years
I enjoyed some love and friendship and
the respect of competing peers.

But alas when you approach the mountain top
the heart is a watching sentry
the clearest views are now behind
and hindsight is 20/20.
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Carry the Joy

The Joy we feel at Christmas
Fills our lives with cheer
We could try to make this feeling
Linger throughout the Year.

How good to feel so happy
On every single day
To lift our spirits skywards
And chase all sadness away.

We could help needy neighbours
And show them that we care
Show badmen how to live well
Or tell the lonely we are there.

Think of all the kindness that
Would follow if we were to say
I will try and live my life
As if it's Christmas every day.


Let us live as if it's Christmas every day.
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My Prop Has Gone

Quiet and unassuming was he
But with a very high intellect
Computations went on behind the eyes
At a rate you would never suspect.

Partially deaf and short sighted too
Yet he swam in big pools of commerce
He never gave in to self pity but
Accepted that things could be far worse.

He was the man to go to for solace or wisdom
And was game to join with a crazy plan
Even risking his own wealth sometimes
He was the very best kind of man.

So goodbye good friend and wise councillor
I am sorry you had to go
Rest easily knowing you have done well
And were a man I was fortunate to know.

RIP Barry 1933-2022
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Write it down/Write it Out

Why am I here? Why show you my poetry?

These are not great poems, they don’t win prizes. But – they are my Poems.

And that’s the point.

I am an average ‘Joe’ and I’ve had an average English life enjoying the usual things and had my share of misfortunes.

In times of stress I have been helped a great deal by writing all my feelings down. When happy or elated the words flow and the pleasure is enhanced.

I have chosen to use verse in my literary ramblings because I find it easy. You may like to use prose or just ordinary sentences. No matter.

You need not show anyone unless you wish to. You can lock the bad times away in a box or put your wit on show via the web.

Whatever you want. Whenever you want. You choose!

So – if you are sad, happy, frustrated, angry, in love, out of love, ill, frightened, politically cynical, depressed, alone, suicidal, separated from your children, doubting God’s existence, wondering how to spend your lottery win, exasperated by the unelected clowns in Strasburg, just become a parent, the cats died etc. etc. etc…… (add as required) ….. then WRITE IT OUT – WRITE IT DOWN.

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Broken Heart

You left me and you did not turn
Another row - we never learn
No "sorry" words this time were spoken
I just felt my heart was broken.

All the many times of joy
We were a happy girl and boy
But the ring we bought was an empty token
You never knew my heart was broken.

All the places we have seen
Mountains white and valleys green
Moonlight kissing, holding hands
Laughing as we made our plans.

The things we did as a happy pair
The future was coming and we didn't care
Now alone I must go on
And all the dreams I had are gone.

So our book is ended, the cover torn
Our children now will stay unborn
Pleading words are what I choke on
And you still don't know my heart is broken.
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Equal Opportunity

Think what you like
Express whatever you feel
A funeral without a God?
Is it not just as real?

Did they live a good life?
Did someone hold them dear?
If they died a nice person
Aren't they entitled to be here?

The flames which consume them
makes all bodies ash but
Souls and spirits cannot burn
And can't be bought for cash.

Sing songs if you wish to
Speak verses and some rhyme
Cry and mourn freely
For there is no next time.

We gather for the send off
of someone we all knew
Sceptics also need nice places
to wish gone friends adieu.

Vibrant colours of stained glass
Old wood beams and seats
Candlelight and fresh flowers
Gives an aura which completes.

Churches' often have the best sites
With gardens meant to cheer
Solemnity is inbuilt
And we enter without fear.

If this God is any good
He (or she) won't grouse
If some doubters also assemble
Inside this holy house.
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Termination in Ukraine

She had carried her new baby for nearly 9 months
and was last seen on a trolley
in labour and frightened.

The shells had ripped down the hospital wall as if made of cheese
but came there yet more and the
grip of death was tightened.

They survived barely an hour when cleared of the rubble but
despite heroic efforts both died and
the tragedy was heightened.

Just two more deaths to add to millions from centuries long gone
but mankind still seems unable to learn
and become enlightened.
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Uncertain Curtain

How embarrassing to be a Russian
And have the whole world know
That you are terrified of freedom
And plead democracy just for show.

You have to cheat in athletics
Or fail to make the grade
Fool drug tests and the medics
And eliminate those so afraid.

Don't invent new items
But steal designs for free
It's a really great, great pity
That's what Russia means to me.

Addendum -
But that isn't Russia in total
What of the average Jo?
Who loves life as he has it
And doesn't know what he doesn't know.