I am turning 30 this year, I am married with one child, I was born in Ireland and raised in both England and Ireland jumping back and forth, I have been writing poems and short stories for many years but did nothing with them until now, and these make up a
+ more bio informationRemembering You.Floating above,In a sea of blue,I hear your voice,I still chant for you,So young to leave us,We hadn't a clue,Our world's turned grey,From the loss of you.Our grounds of green,Has so rarely seen,The strength you've shown,And of where you've been,Deep in our soil,Your bones still and silent,We still shed our te... More..
Our ChildrenPuddles form on the playgrounds,Children playing, it's a splashing time,All are soaked, a lot of fun had,Filthy and wet, their screaming mad.Mud on the grass, to there delight,Slippery fun, for everyone,Grass stained, Mud and freezing cold,"We don't care, were not old!"Screaming with laughter, the bell sounds"all ... More..
Tick, Tock, Tick.Tick, Tock, Tick, time waits no longer,Hearts grow cold and love grows stale,As my image in the mirror grows ever more pale,I grow weary and am now old and frail.Every moment now hurts more and more,Like torrential rain, pours and pours,Floods come to take me awayI try to hold on, I wish to stay.As in play gr... More..
A Sad Goodbye.I was a proud woman,Who loved life and men,I'd dance all nightAnd work most days.I had a wonderful home,And friends over often,Never liked being alone.Yet, now I'm ready for a coffin.I lay now in the hospital,After one too many falls,My husband feeling the need to controlNeither of us, reached our goal.My broken... More..
Our Internal Darkness.Drip, drip, into the drain,We let our sorrows fall like rainWe dream of warmth and hopeFor now were hanging from ropes.Lower we go, cold and afraid,As of what we may see in the life we've playedOur past haunting our future,Our hearts reaching out looking for an anchor.Our minds are in pain from all the s... More..
Sleepy donkey.Please don't wake me,I'm dreaming of flowers,Even if it is time for tea,Please, I want to sleep for hours.I'm finally comfy,I've walked all day,This patch isn't lumpy.I promise, tomorrow I'll play.Please, leave me sleep,I'm really not hungry,I'm now counting sheep,It's actually quite funny. More..
Foresight.I had a dream last night,I'm pretty sure, I saw the future,A wonderful light, diamond whiteNot too sure, I think I was a writer.Myself, my husband and our son,And we had a house of our own.Every year, we had our holiday in the sun,I do believe, it was the beginning of June.We had our crazy pets,I had my writing care... More..
Anti-Social or Hurt.Out for a walk,We visit our past home,We enter the areaIts all over grown.Not with foliage,But with Greed and Hate,This is the mind setThat makes us Hate.Anger, so built up,Only they know whyFor years it seems,They never seemed to try.When you look closeAll we can seeIs the hurt and hatredThat's caused suc... More..
A Wonderful Rhythm.Some are high, some are low,Come on all, Nam-myoho-renge-kyo,Give it some time, you too will be a pro,It's a wonderful rhythm, we all know.Like a river, quickly flows,Or a wind, that softly blows,As sure as the beauty of a Rose,The more we chant, the more it shows.As mettle will inevitably rust,And our bodi... More..
My Dream Parade.Tromping thru my mindI see pink and blue elephantsParading thru main street,All in a straight line,With bright orange circus pants,And jingling bells on there feet.Lots of streamers and balloons,Dancing and falling thru the air,The ground was shaking from the parade.Running behind were dancing baboons,With pur... More..
Septima Kelly
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