Category Archives: Poetic Attempts

Being alone, but not alone!

I’ll post something along different lines soon, but for now another rambling attempt at something meaningful haha!

In this quiet room
That appears so empty
The space is crowded
With people who have come and gone
And left an indelible mark

In this quiet room
Where the noise of thoughts
Is louder than the sound of voices
I hear the faded memory of distant conversation
But its presence is as vivid as the brightest brush stroke on canvas

In this quiet room
Whose volume is muted
By the distance of loved ones
There is another whose constant presence
Eases the whisper of memory
And whose voice is heard
More clearly,
Still, small, but there
In the quiet of the room

One and Two

“No man” they say, “is an island”

Though we’re fooled to thinking so

Retreat in shore and raise the bridge

Stand alone as a heritage

Of the pains of the past

Reaching into today

Building defences

To keep waves of love at bay

 

Can a human become as a castle

With portcullis and keep and deep moat

Such defences as strain

To protect and disarm

A tough skin intended

To keep all from harm

When the real shell’s created

To feel touch and pain

To be soft and responsive

For love’s tender refrain

 

(MR 2011)

Verse One!

Starting a fresh “poetic attempt”… this is as far as I’ve got so far!

 

“No man” they say, “is an island”

Though we’re fooled to thinking so

Retreat in shore and raise the bridge

Stand alone as a heritage

Of the pains of the past

Reaching into today

Building defences

To keep waves of love at bay

 

(MR 2011)

She’s a poet and she don’t know it!

…Well perhaps “she’s not a poet and she knows it” would be slightly more accurate, but I do love making attempts at writing so I’m going to make a little resolve to poeticize* more!  (*are budding poets allowed to make up their own words or is that cheating? Though I think that is possibly a real word!).   There are a few of my poetic attempts dotted about at my Chelley’s Teapot blog and on this one somewhere too… but I’m going to try and dig out my ramblings and see what they add up to.  I do have to smile when I open the file on my desktop computer and remember the poem I wrote a few years ago, entitled “Today I feel like an a*se again” – obviously not a good day confidence-wise when I wrote it!

Trawling through the archives

I’ve just been randomly wandering through the archives of this blog and came across a ‘poem’* I wrote over a year and a half ago.  Other than the fact that it’s Tuesday afternoon rather than Monday morning – not much has changed!  Well, I am in a different church and town now, and I didn’t bring blessing to anyone yesterday – it was the first day of my week off and I felt rough.  Maybe there was a bit of blessing on Sunday in all my efforts instead?  Interesting looking back, isn’t it.

It’s Monday morn
and I’m sitting with tea,
the radio’s on
and I’m thinking with glee…
that though I get ratty
when I can’t change the world,
yesterday brought blessing
for one I upheld.

I wonder what God thinks
when I’m carried away,
with Razorlight singing
and chocolate; he’d say?
“It might not be worship,
in wonder and praise
but that stuff does bring joy
to most of your days!”

I do get quite knackered
but I musn’t say that!
My mum doesn’t like it
and would give me a slap;
I drive myself potty
with chaos and mess,
preferring things sorted
and then I don’t stress.
But I’ve never quite managed
to be all I could be…
perhaps I will look back
and see what God sees?
Recognition of good things, pleased with my days?
But it might take a long time
knowing me and my ways!

*Poem in inverted commas as I’m not sure I have the nerve to call my strings of words poems!

poetry for idiots

I’ve got a pile a carpets on me drive
they’ve been there quite a while
can’t deny
The bin men came on through
and offered something to do
with the carpets – but I’m not Brian and he’s the one that booked them.

I really must be daft sometimes it’s true
but honesty’s the way I go
right through
I’ll book it right
probably wait at least a fortnight
and then the same bloke’ll come back and think I’m a complete nutjob!

The filing cabinets* are calling from the lounge
what a faff
but at least I had no need to scrounge
some help from someone practical minded
who wouldn’t make the job long-winded
and who probably wouldn’t have used the instructions which make about as much sense upside down.

*Bought a pair of cabinets from Tesco Direct
They came in nice flat boxes
for me to erect
Be nice when the papers and boxes and files
are in their new homes instead of in piles
all over the place – but blimey, I wish I’d had whole filing cabinets delivered because I’m sick of trying to put them together.

I’m gonna get a cup of tea now.