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Hello from me. I am a woman in my 40`s and live in Liverpool, UK. I have a partner and three children, a boy, 16 and twin girls aged 7. I am a trained nurse but due to the serious health problems of one of my children, I am presently a full-time mum. To keep

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Domestic violence: 3 of 142

She sits alone and smokes a cigarette Long fingers gnarled and stained with nicotine A life lived without love but no regret Content within four walls and rarely seen A boorish husband was her Lord and Master Cold and sly he dallied with his women If only he had died a little faster His fists now passive, limp within his cof...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: The Buddhist: 1 of 6

The Buddhist Clouds sail by Ships of cotton wool in an inverted sky Reflecting sheep in a lake of glass A dream of clarity Where a leaf is more real and pure than a man Birdsong an intricate composition That makes Mozart clutch his arms with pique He can't compete With nature in her true and savage form The Buddhist sits In ...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: On mothers: 35 of 186

The Mother Forty-two years of fish and chips and sometimes a pie. She smelt faintly of grease and Harvey's Bristol Cream smile stretched taut against painted lips. A husband once until he slid down the bottle never to climb out. She didn't miss him. She had a son who was her world but he contained in his strange world barely...
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Saturday night: 4 of 21

Mikey smiled slowly as he saw the sleek, silver BMW parked in the far corner of the Black Bull car park. It was Saturday night and he bored. He waved urgently at Craig and the two girls they'd met earlier by the chip shop, beckoning them to join him in a warm, comfortable ride home. He knew the girls would be impressed by hi...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: War in Iraq: 28 of 138

The Soldier Squinting into Iraqi skies Helmet low to shield his eyes Stifling in the mid-day sun Clinging tightly to his gun His head is filled with scenes of death Grown men fighting for their breath Bomb blasts causing death and pain Bullets scatter round like rain The soldier kneels, he feels alone Missing fresh green gra...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Letting go: 43 of 191

Letting go Cut the cord Cut the cord that binds me to you My heart beats for you Muscles contract, muscles relax Impulses shoot along their neural pathways All for you. To see you, to smell you, to touch your skin causes an Implosion within my fragile skull My obsessive need for you A black hole Distorting space and time Wit...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Liverpool, England: 1 of 4

Liverpool Ode Once a thriving shipping port Now more famous for its sport Men grew rich through human trade Slaves transported fortunes made Trading links brought untold wealth Splendour bought with pain and stealth As years roll by and time moves on Those trading links long since gone The docks fall into disarray We learn t...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Love's anguish: 57 of 204

Losing You Today I looked at you And wondered who you were? You looked the same Smelt the same Had the same air about you But you were gone Your smile curls with contempt When once alight with pleasure And eyes that crinkled with love Now flat, Artic orbs that do not see Although they look at me In dispassionate scrutiny Tod...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Love unrequited: 127 of 372

Send back the roses Please send back the roses Flowers are not what I need They are so rich and luscious But they make my heart bleed I wanted to love you I needed you so much But although you`re close beside me We never seem to touch My mind has such a hunger My soul has so much greed You try so hard it hurts me But you nev...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Death of a pet: 15 of 40

Death of a dog Brown eyes Trusting me with life Not sad, not scared Just secure that I would always be there Protecting Solicitous Always the one to save you The one to trust without reservation But little did you know That I, who stoked your head, fed you chicken - was the one to fear Yes me, the duplicitous one The one who...