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Laura Williams Mar 2016
She followed the wind as she sang into the night,
A lullaby for all the children sleeping wrapped up tight,
A song to soothe a thousand souls,
Upon the breast to enliven a thousand goals.
The joyful and saddening songs of the night,
Passed between ruby lips - a joyful sight.

Her heart burning with passion,
Her eyes a glow,
She started up humbly, coarse and low,
A story of a young girl turned old,
Up in Scotland, starting her journey through the cold,
Caledonia, it's title my sweethearts, you will see,
My song, forged from experience and joyful glee.
Laura Williams Aug 2015
There once was a lad from Mould,
Who always did what he was told,
He always ate brown sauce with his lunch,
And never went to any parties,
Or drank alcoholic punch.

He never rebelled,
His socks never smelled,
He wore pink socks to class,
And always farted in mass.
Laura Williams Jul 2015
The day spins wildly as I once again think,
I must get my ducks in a row,
The words flow through my fingertips as I dash another line out,
Poetry, endless poetry,
But I haven't gotten my ducks in a row.

The ducks...a fulfilling job,
The perfect girlfriend and body,
I want no love handles in sight,
And that would be more than alright.

No unsightly veins, no rippling skin,
All I want is just to be average to thin,
The scale, my old nemesis,
Still reads fifteen stone,
I moan.
This was inspired by the movie A Lot Like Love that I watched the other day. I don't want to spoil it if you haven't seen it, so I'll just say the main character says he wants to get "all his ducks in a row".
Laura Williams Jul 2015
In this mundane, robotic world,
We need flights of fancy,
To mull over with mulled wine,
Some vivid flights of fancy.
Clubbing, on the dance floor,
Oh that would be great
Just some silliness.
Laura Williams Jul 2015
When the heart grows cold,
A small act of love,
Can reopen the heart's many chambers.

Like a cloth washed anew,
Care can break the winters dark oratory,
The gloom seemingly small in comparison,
The sun shines on,
As the  friendship grows deeper.

Who will close the shutters on my dark mood?
Who will raise a melancholy mood,
With a simple 'it's going to be ok'?
Who will do this...
Oh, anyway...

The numb heart requires more,
Than just words alone.
A soothing salve,
Is the cool hand to my fevered brow,
When the world takes it's toll,
And my health declines.
Oh how blessed am I,
To have friends so dear.
Laura Williams Aug 2015
Why when we ask someone their orientation,
Why do we look down on bisexuals?
we see their attraction to both genders as a negative,
When we should be free to be and love whoever we choose,
Without this bi hatred dragging us down,
It's unfair and downright ugly,
To assume the chances of someone cheating is higher if they're bi,
No a loving, commited bi person is not bound to cheat
Oh there's more people to cheat with if they like both genders.
If they're commited to their partner that should be enough.
No, they're still trying to figure themselves out, it's a phase.
Give them a break, ****** orientation and attraction is fluid.
It can't be guessed or pigeon holed into one category.
Just choose already,
Like hell will I choose because you tell me to,
I'll choose when I fall in love.
Be that with a man or woman.
I think we give bisexual people a hard time and it's about time we changed that. This poem reflects my feelings on the subject.
Laura Williams Jul 2015
The rich grass of Scotland is where I start my tale,
Upon a chance encounter of unforseeable importance.
It began as an offhand remark,
Of the two girls it was the boldness of one extremely shy,
'This sounds interesting' mumbled the mysterious stranger,
'Tis, fair maiden. And what be your name?' was the confident reply.
Delicate as a passing breeze she uttered, Tess,
A name beffitting such a gentle lass,
So fortuitous a meeting! I exclaimed to my friends,
For a chance like this I could not allow to pass.

The morning's sun steadily beamed down,
Whilst jet black hair flashed in the light.
Rays honoured to touch so pure a soul,
To kiss her lips my only goal.

As the enchantress weaved her spell,
Time languidly ticked by yet possessed a terrible swiftness.
The mornings bright illumination turned to mid-day haze,
The threads of past memories interlaced,
And with freckled face and a gaze that could sear,
Her form bestowed with elegant grace,
Such breathtaking beauty I had never glanced upon before.
Images of entertwined hands and passionate embraces,
whirled gayely in my thoughts.

With perception attuned to the highest degree,
All masks strewn asunder upon such potent a force.
Truth dripped from unguarded lips,
And an eerie, unfathomable ease crept over,
Past and present merging under sturdy oak.
Speed, precision and slight of hand,
A heart forever touched.
As pulses raced and breathe quickened,
I Stammered; thinking quickly before I lose my nerve!
Whispering 'may I kiss you?',
Agonisingly slowly, a smile danced along her speckled cheeks,
And without a word her eyes replied, a simple yes.
Transfixed they paused; nose to nose, heart to heart,
Hanging the unspoken words of romance and lust,
A mirror of compassion, understanding and trust,
And so it was, right from the start.
This is so cheesy it should open up a pizzeria! My first poem, ah cringe! How I made it so long I don't know! Poem from 2010
Laura Williams Sep 2015
How do I feel?
I’m feeling, a bit overwhelmed, I don’t have my friend anymore,
I’ll be honest, my cuddle buddy has left me and now I’m relaying on tea
A poor substitution,
Or is it my saving grace? Am I too far gone?
I’m not even going to mention its name,
I can’t look at it, for fear of feeling a craving,
Am I scared of a cigarette packet or myself?
Will I make it through even one day of abstinence?
My heart replies no, my mind screams ‘you’ve got to…
This can’t be your life, the weight crushing you each and every day,
But you pretend you’re ok with it’.
It’s like nothing I had ever encountered before,
I remember trying a cigarette years ago,
In uni, andhated the bitter taste,
How can someone somehow get used to the taste,
And enjoy it? Addiction is a powerful thing,
I need to go one day without it, that’s my goal,
Then count the days and forget about it once I’m over it.
I wish I could just go back to high school and live my life over,
I’d be happier and would not have made the same mistakes,
I never would have become a smoker.
I am a wannabe nonsmoker.
Doubts cloud my mind, can I unravel my subconscious,
Deal with my demons and not give in?
What will it be like to be a reformed smoker?
Absolute bliss I think, and I can spoil myself with chocolate.
I want to quit smoking and this is how I feel.
Laura Williams Aug 2015
I saw her in the bushes,
A fairy, golden and giggling at me,
She whispered 'follow me',
'I have a secret world to show you you see',

We walked to a secret oak,
I was mesmerised everytime she spoke,
We journeyed down the path,
And found the fairies hiding place,
There was about twenty, glowing and full of grace.
Now you've seen us you can never leave,
For others wouldn't believe.
'My name's Anabelle and this is Steve'. :)
The two fairies danced in celebration,
'Welcome to our world.'
This is a children's poem inspired by the Spice Girls Viva Forever.
Laura Williams Jul 2015
'Dance to the beat of my heart, my dear,
And we shall travel a thousand miles without taking a step,
Embrace me as you have a hundred times before and feel like the first'
The couple swayed.

The moonlight bathing raven locks and auburn tresses.
The scent of perfume and the dancing dresses,
I am yours and you are mine,
Oh my Lord! you smell divine.

Her hands roamed the voluptuous curves,
******* the fork where the mind swerves,
Into amorous thoughts and soft caresses.

Thoughts of crumpled clothing,
Strewn on the wooden floor,
Whispering "my love, only you do I adore"
A meeting of minds and mouths,
Sleepily they entwine hearts,
Bodies follow,
Words are laden full with desire,
Never hollow.
This is just a silly one.
Laura Williams Jul 2015
I have no chat,
And that really is that,
No messages to ponder,
No hills to wander.
It's a shame I have no chat.
I'm writing short poems inspired by Spike Milligan and this is just the first.
Laura Williams Jul 2015
There's a party on the hill,
Yet my heart yearns for more still,
Is it an eclipse? Should we have a barbecue,
What about Stonehenge? That's one hell of a view,

Take some alcoholic drinks,
We'll have a great time me thinks,
Have a laugh, make some friends,
The laughter never ends.
something simple not flashy to think on
Laura Williams Jul 2015
Just off the swirling sea,
There's a lighthouse,
Bigger than an aged oaken tree,

Thicker in the base,
And lighter on it's face,

A homing beacon,
For the ships, just off the shore,
A warning, to be cautious of the waves and more.
Laura Williams Jul 2015
There's a steady mist rising,
Down by the sea,
Glowing red in the lamplight,
I see fishermen unloading their catch,
The sea gulls trying to ******.

It's growing cold, and my hearts colder still,
Life is growing on the harbour side,
The steady embrace of the tide.
The trawlers trawling heavy on the sea,
Fish by the hundred stand on the misty dock.
The trawler men unloading, unloading by the clock.
Laura Williams Jul 2015
Engaging with ambiguity,
Is like peering round a door frame,
Not sure of your surroundings,
Let's get lost in ambiguity,
Like a thick coat that wraps around,

Uncertain of a thousand words,
Or just one?
It's ambiguous, I'm not sure,
To be doubtful of the uncertain,
Or scared, is certainly reasonable.
We fear the illogical, the unknown,
So what is there to fear?
Everything and nothing.


If our fears never manifest, what are we afraid of?
The thought that one day,
They might.
Divorced, death, redundancy.
We fear how uncertainty makes us feel,
Out of control, alone,
Restless, spinning from one idea to the next,
Or from one anxiety ridden state to panic.

Is fear the enemy or the unknown,
Shall we avoid it and make certain our uncertainties;
Make certain of life's plans?
Or go haphazard into battle,
Drumming a marching song,
to life's uncertain rhythms.
There's an irony to this poem, it just sort of wrote itself and left me hoping it made sense to someone who just passes by. I hope you can see the general thread of the piece and get some joy from reading it. I feel you can take it in a few ways.
Laura Williams Jul 2015
When everything is dark, all I want is your light.
I want your love, never ending,
I want your heart, never faltering,
I want to live my whole life with your body pressed to mine.

I want your thought, your words,
your every breath,
I want infinity with you by my side.
Everything I do, I want to do it with you.
My everything, my partner.

I want to dance under the stars,
And feel like I'm not breathing,
I want to kiss you so sweetly,
I feel like I'm hardly standing,
I want to love you so deeply,
I feel like I'm truly alive inside.

When I see rain, all I want is your sunshine,
When I see doubt all I want is your clarity.

I want to caress every inch of your skin,
And feel like there's nothing between us.
I want to love you for the rest of my life,
Because you're all I see.
Laura Williams Dec 2015
It's ten forty five, 31st December,
And I find myself watching the clock,
With champagne almost gone,
The night full of hope for a better tomorrow,
I find myself thinking about my book,
Hoping to get published,
One day,
we'll see what the editors say.

As the New Year countdown starts,
I find myself watching the clock,
Will I find a brighter tomorrow?
Or just another year of the same,
In that case I've only got myself to blame.
Laura Williams Aug 2015
Where am I going?
At this rate, nowhere,
Who do I want to become?
No idea,
Do I want to be a youth worker,
Or do I want to work in mental health,
It's a tough choice, I just don't know.
Researching course after course,
Just hoping one idea will stand out amongst the others,
What will I do?
I don't have a clue.

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