A Colourless Summer

Wild flowers are free and blessed
The heaven's bless 
And keep them protected 

They bring with them so much joy 
With simplicity and love 
Angels among-st us with hearts so pure

White seems a dirty colour 
Placed so close next to them 
White is just as dirty 

They radiate and excite 
Sprinkling new colours into the day 
With their warm hearts  

My beautiful wild flower 
Like daffodils, yellow and white 
The perfect day in summer 

Shadows that cloud the beauty in day 
The loudest voice is with mime, tong tied 
Felt by emotional rain 

The heart is without its usual rhythm
Drums that excite like an African 
Drum beat under the sunset 

Now gone quite 
With the forest silent 
Without a whisper, a bird's whisper 

My little wild flower 
My angelic little wild flower 
My joy to the world 

I pray you find your colour 
Again to brighten 
This colourless summer 

Picture by 
http://firstdaffodils.blogspot.com/

  

My Family Tree

I am a product of my family tree 
Long from the roots, but yet so near  

With branches that spread 
And swings in the winds  

I am warm and friendly 
I am as cold as ice, dead men have humour  

A complex conundrum 
A joy to the shrink when I visit 

Then he is left confused 
After my visit, needing to unthink 

I am rigid, hard as a bone I would not bend 
I am soft, squishy as a sponge 

I am free spirited, free as a bird 
Nothing you say would bother me 

I am so self conscious 
Looking from mirrors reflection seeing blemish 

Don't blame me 
I am a product of my family tree 

The wind blows my branches 
And I swing with the winds 

A hundred birds on a tree

When I started life I started well   
Somewhere on a tree I knew a hundred doves  

Each season, one flies and others follow 
Sometimes, sometimes they come back 

But most times, each season 
When they fly off, not as many return 

I started with a hundred doves 
Stood, on my favored tree

One named, Peter, Julie, Sarah  
And Paul was another with a name in line 

When I started life I started well 
Somewhere on a tree  I knew a hundred doves 

Each season I lose one or two or three 
Sometimes more, at a go 

Last I counted, I was down in figures 
On single digits, my tree looks empty 

Most of my doves have long flown off 
And each season I keep losing more 

Hoping to reverse this extinct fear 
Each year I lose more and more 

The weather, has changed 
The earth is with thirst, harsh the sun  

A hundred friends and love I have lost  
Each year I lose some more... 

Sown Seeds In Foreign Lands

Pride is the value of a man's life so little 
Like the gas fumes that burns on petrol 
To have seen a thousand men hang on strings 
For theirs as pride was robbed of them so easy 


Men with souls search for their identity 
What meaning to be defined by in life 
Be it as religion or as family 
But as family most, most as family 


Today I witnessed a man lose his pride 
So simply robbed in daylight painful 
With such rush audacity of misplaced loyalty 
And I feared what edging action would bequest of him 


Lonesome in the middle of the night dark 
When most thoughts taunts and louds with echo 
The laughter of silence quite and penetrating 
What most was lost, stolen in the brightest of day 


We left our seeds in foreign lands with promise 
Where dreams became nightmare of the living 
And pages of gospel scrolls with scriptures 
Lost a thousand words to thin air 

Naming Names

Interesting names, I am named 
With not just the one 
But a dozen or so more  


More in names to respond to  
To be known by a word 
A name of representation  


And in pronunciation it changes too 
From what accent one is to hold 
I am named with not just the one  


Many a name I am to be known by 
Some for groups, in forms I belong to  
A' playground names oh a few more to mention 


Or characters known by 
Some for praises and so welcomed  
Some for curse, I pretend not to hear  


I am named, 
In my life time, many more in names 
I would be known by  


Some just in groups I belong to  
Some just in the way, I  am seen as 
I am known by, all in names 


I am named 

Five Daughters

The White Powder; Happy Dust
In support of :http://www.iceniipswich.org.uk/

I am alone, lost in a dark place
It is my love of life, t' brought me to y'r door step

It is the excitement you bring

That lured me into your seduction

Then at night;  scooch, you broke me in two

On addictions, my nostrils bleed, for your nose candy

You made me walk in the cold at night, junky all alone

You sold me for cheap, to the devil's wickedness 

It is my love of life, the need  for joy

That brought me, desperate to your door step

It is my love of life, that brought me here 

Here, onto scared unhallowed grounds 

While I watch conniption, my hysteria of loneliness 
In outer skin, out of body, seeing myself 
About to comatose in sensation  
Felt betrayed by your ghostly powder 

Left on the coroner's lonely cold table 
Stripped of  my dignity, to bare 
Long before being bisected by autopsy  
To be identified by family, as empty 

Your white powder, 
Stardust, white lady, robbed me

You robbed me of my life, 
You stole away my dreams

The following below is written by the family of: Paula Clennell

I want your head on my shoulder
I want to breathe you in and know that you are safe
I want to see your, feet up watching telly
I want to tell you, not to swear
Angel girl, come back to me

Written by: R.I.P Annette Nicholls

Me and my adorable man
Will one day walk hand in hand
Away from this place
For the rest of our days
For the rest of our lives
No more this, no more that
No more the other
Me and my brave, brave man
Nights in with the telly
Days out with the family
A walk in the park
See me the sister
See me the daughter
Perhaps in time, a wife
So Proud
See me , a mother.

The Five Murdered in 2006 by Steven Wright ;
Gemma Adams, Tania Nicol, Anneli Alderton
Annette Nicolls and Paula Connell
May their souls rest in peace 

Now There Is Silence

Quiet the room stays, eerily 
No words spoken
Silence fills the air,


Yesterday there was liFe 
In this house a family
Three voices heard giggling 
Now there is silence


Arguments, Shouts, Shouts, Shouts
Doors banged, to shake the frames, structure  
The very foundations, of once called home
Over silly things ended by the silence


I have to have my say, to over burden you
Let me have my turn to talk, always I am right 
By default, it was your fault, always is 
Never good enough, is what you do


Now there is silence
Now you can have your say, in empty kingdoms
And perfect, all so wrong 
Save your arms and throat, from hard work


But the room feels empty, ghostly 
The emptiness and silence echoes, eerily 
In itself creating a burden of realisation  
Over thoughts of guilt 


Now you can have your way, your say
Perfect once so wrong 
But the silence feels,  fills 
Full the emptiness with misery 


Questions now being asked, on reflection
After the penny has dropped, was it all worth it
But the price has all so long been paid for
Now there is silence, ghostly silence