She started on her bottle
One cold and lonely day
To help forget her worries
And to pass some time away
She didn’t stop to realise
Because she felt so glum
As the demon in the bottle
It’s power had just begun!

It gave her false security
By making her feel strong
Then hypnotised her loneliness
To make her feel belonged
At first she used it for some rest
A glass or maybe two
But the Demon in the bottle
Needed more to help it through!

With time it took her deep inside
Until she couldn’t breathe
And put a curse upon her mind
So she could never leave
Destroying first her being
And then her dignity
So she drowned inside a bottle
As that’s where she’d rather be!


© by LynnKaren

Whilst out one cold November day
I watched a young man start to play
Where grass no longer cared to grow
I’d say his years, seventeen or so!

With trumpet pressed against his lips
Then lightest touch of fingertips
A tune which ripped into my soul
The sound of church bells then did toll!

Eleven times they gently wept
Then silence of two minutes crept
No sound was heard for miles away
On this we name Armistice Day!

With that the lad just smiled then went
Into a mist from not known whence
Upon the ground just where he stood
Were poppies red like ruby blood!

Amongst the poppies laid a cross
Made of wood outgrown in moss
Words inscribed said age unknown
This trumpeter can now go home!


© by LynnKaren

She Dances By Moonlight


She dances by moonlight
Alone in the dark
Bleeding and dripping
Love from her heart
Poor little lady
Which nobody knows
She dances by night
To make flowers grow.
Poppies her favourite
Next to the rose
Blood coloured flowers
Grown from her toes
Such beauty she gives us
When tucked up in bed
She dances by moonlight
And lives in MY HEAD!

© By LynnKaren

Any Old Rags And Bone


Remembering the sound of hooves on cobbled streets
A sturdy man with reins with treasures near his feet
He bellowed loud and clear whilst sitting on his throne
These words still haunt my mind “Any old rags and bone!”

Chorus
Any old rags and bone! Any old rags and bone!
These words he’d cry out loud, I’d hear them in my home
They all rushed to him with bags filled up with ware
I’d look at him transfixed and he’d just sit and stare!

Ma and Pa would go, to gaze at his big horse
All mottled up with muck, his mane all tired and coarse
They’d pat him on his back and tell him it’s alright
But when his Master called, he’d fill the roads with *****!

Chorus
Any old rags and bone! Any old rags and bone!
These words he’d cry out loud, I’d hear them in my home
They all rushed to him with bags filled up with ware
I’d look at him transfixed and he’d just sit and stare!

I never seen no bones, but loads of scruffy clothes
He looked as proud as punch with mismatched stocking toes
He would smile at me with teeth all made of gold
Then he’d shout them words, what made my blood run cold!

Chorus
Any old rags and bone! Any old rags and bone!
These words he’d cry out loud, I’d hear them in my home
They all rushed to him with bags filled up with ware
I’d look at him transfixed and he’d just sit and stare!

Alas one day he died, whilst eating fish and chips
He never stood a chance as down his throat they slipped
At last he got his wish to be the best **** man that’s known
A cart that’s full of rags, and in his throat that crooked bone!

Chorus
Any old rags and bone! Any old rags and bone!
These words he’d cry out loud, I’d hear them in my home
They all rushed to him with bags filled up with ware
I’d look at him transfixed and he’d just sit and stare!


© By LynnKaren

No longer the person that she wants to be
She enters the dark door in hope no-one sees
No song in her heart just a numbness within
So she climbs out of reach to a life ‘very grim’

No will to go on as she’s frightened and lost
She’s given up hope and the pain pays a cost
So she sits on a shelf way high out of reach
Like an unwanted toy without trust or belief!

Too scared to unburden how she really feels
So she chooses to go to a world that’s unreal
Encasing the beast which is fed by her fears
In hope that the problem will soon disappear!

The pain’s so intense she no longer can breathe
Emotions so wrought in this life she did weave!
So she closes the door on the darkness for good
Taking chance on a life that is capable of LOVE!



By LynnKaren

Sweet Yesteryears’


A sound from the radio taps at her ear
And brings back a memory from sweet yesteryear
A smile tugs her lips as she goes down that path
To days of a childhood where hearts seemed to laugh!

Back home in her garden with all of the clan
Knees bruised from scrumping the fruits of the land
Clothes worn and tatty but nobody cared
As laughter was plenty in the house which they shared!

They all made their pastimes with games which were free
Conkers on strings also climbing the trees
Chalking  on pavements to play some hopscotch
All was unruly but they felt like top-notch!

A sound from the radio beckons once more
Closing the gate tight from this magnificent tour
Sweet yesteryears‘ over but will never depart
So unwrap it real careful to spread light on your dark!


© By LynnKaren

Feeling so lonely, in need of some smiles
I discovered a ladder which reached many miles
Much higher than any rocket could soar
I climbed on right up until I reached ever more!

With a gate up ahead that was made of pure gold
Then this picturesque valley unto me does unfold
The sign on the gate reads “Enter at risk,
Be warned before you go as the cost is one kiss!”

I opened the latch with my heart beating wild
With a feeling of joy like an excited young child
Adrenalin pounding as I got nearer your home
As I knew any moment I’d no longer feel alone!

There you sat in your garden, on a log for a bench
As soon as I seen thee my heart starts to wrench
You’re a picture so radiant, on my knees I do cry
I run to your arms and beg “Please let me die!”

Then I awaken with a heart so content
Albeit a dream, but the Heavens I’d spent!
My face all wet through from this beautiful dream
Saturated pillow and yet inside I feel clean!

I unclasped my fist as it was curled up real tight,
And there in my palm was a red mark, so bright!
A pair of two lips was the shape of this mark
All shining brightly to embellish all dark!

Aghast from amazement, “This wasn’t no dream!
A kiss to leave Heaven, from the Father!” I scream
It wasn’t my time yet, I can do so much more
To make most of tomorrow, from a person now sure!

© by LynnKaren