If I could no longer find the right words
Because words no longer made sense,
And sense was no longer sensible
Is it ok to sit on the fence?

No care for 'yes/no's' - just 'maybes'
With no desire to argue my point,
For surely the point is pointless now
If left to the toss of a coin

No need to have heartfelt discussions
No use for mind blowing debates,
Why try to have an opinion when
It can all be left down to fate?

You see the reason for these questions
I'm not sure I'm one to agree,
For if we lived our lives without passion
Ask how boring our lives would be?

Life isn't just left down to chances
Luck is not dished out on a plate,
Although I agree how nice would it be
If we could gobble up luck like cakes?

...If you're sure life is one big gamble,
Which if I'm honest it seems it could be
Instead of a game of poker,
Should it be played more like monopoly?

We start at the line together
Moves made with the roll of a dice,
Now and then we'll lose sight of each other
With some of us paying the price

But not far from our reach are our chances;
Some will cross these more often it seems
However, it's all about decisions
Investing and trying to succeed

At times we will run round in circles
Hoping to find a 'get out of jail free'
And just like the game life lasts longer for some
But whilst here try to be all you can be,

Let me finish with one last question;
Why would we not be true to ourselves?
Tell me what's life to be if we don't follow our dreams
And make the most of what's laid out on our shelves?




© Karen L Hamilton, 2012

Communication is the key
The answer to all thoughts which flee,
Some try to run and hide away
It's much simpler to think and say
  
If you're sorry then say you care
Explain your thoughts and why they're there,
If you love them then voice your mind
Communication to be kind
  
So many words run round our heads
Spoken wisely they're put to bed,
So many thoughts bounce mind to heart
Voice them carefully, let them part
  
Blessed we were with words to say
Blessed to make things feel ok
Blessed to have such precious time
Blessed to voice our wonderous minds
  
Time is short in this fast paced life
Waste no time we've no time for strife,
Careful wording could help a lot
To voice those thoughts your mind can't stop
  

© Karen L Hamilton, 2013

Writing always seems more urgent
When it's written in italics,
Even when the topic,
Is rather mundane.
Consider this example:
I like to eat sandwiches

Furthermore, everything
Seems much more urgent,
When written in bold font,
We revisit the example:
I like to eat sandwiches

...and a step even further,
Writing seems absolutely
Crucial when written in,
Bold font, with caps-lock,
Once again, we recapitulate:
I LIKE TO EAT SANDWICHES

At this point, it seems as though
I am imparting unto you matters
Of the utmost severity, that could
Be the difference between life and death,
...but really, I just like sandwiches.

This amuses me.

Since I've been writing, its been just great

Except for the one thing that I surely do hate

My family says that, I am speaking in rhyme

Not just right now, but all of the time

I can not simply, just ask for the juice

Without a poor imitation of the great Dr. Suess

But wait, on my site, there is prose, so you say

Oh, I was much younger when I wrote it that way

Help me, help me, tell me what can I do?

Surely this problem has happened to you

I just had a thought, not a thought, just a flicker

You could have answered, but I guess I was quicker

I'll think of a word that never can rhyme

And start using that word, all of the time

I know there's a word, I once heard from a fellow

I think it's a color but not red, blue, or yellow

I hope it's not pink, cause that would sure stink

I wish it was gray, I've been rhyming all day

I know you think orange, except that rhymes with sporange

And a mountain in Wales, that a poet named Blorenge

Until I stubbed my big toe, I used to think purple,

And now I can't walk, instead I just hirple

It sure would be gold if the color was silver

But that **** little lamb, also known as a chilver

There's no hope for me, I've been rhyming all month

I'm sure you can see, that I'm totally ??????

Yeah!

It's funny how it all pans out,
Life with it's ups and downs
Happiness can seem miles away
As smiles turn into frowns
  
It amazes me faced with strife
Whilst struggling not to drown,
How something so magical comes
Armed with a tainted crown
  
Yes, everyday is a blessing
A blessing on this earth,
We live it and we fight for it
We fight for all it's worth;
  
Worthiness is a point of view
Which carries its own curse,
Such curses just like old wives tales
Hold substance on this earth
  
So what is it that's driving us,
Guiding us on our way?
In the hope that we grow wiser
Wiser about our ways
  
Of seeing things, perceiving things
Taking things for granted
Not knowing just how good it seems
Until shelves look slanted
  
Lesson's learned every day my friends,
Every waking hour
What use are all these lessons if
Forgotten when turned sour?
  
'Happiness' the one common theme
We'd all like in our lives,
Happiness doesn't come for free
We pay a ghastly price
  
A price is paid, no choice given
As we live treasured lives...
Would we really know happiness
If hurt had not passed by?

  
  
© Karen L Hamilton, 2013

To have all you've known tumble down
You're sole existence starts to drown,
You're watching as you hold your breath
Count to ten and try to forget

Forget your worries and your woes,
Life's unpleasantries, all you know
You know nothing, not any more
You watch the slowly closing door

It's closing right before your eyes
You've lost the keys, there's no sunrise
Closing in, surrounded by dark
Darkness consumes your breaking heart

It beats one less than once before,
You hold it tight and hope for more
Pain you feel is out of this world
Hope that someone undoes the spell

The spiders web that's spun for you,
You're fighting, trying to get to
The place once loved, you thought you knew
Too scared to trust, too scared to move

You're slowly crawling through the dusk
In hope that soon you're good enough,
Enough to walk back to your home
To open arms - the ones once known



© Karen L Hamilton, 2013

I feel it creeping,
Crawling across my chest.
Pick up speed as it spreads up my neck.
Temperatures rising,
My skin starts burning.
I don't need to look
I know exactly what is happening.  
My rashes are back again.

I can't hide from the truths of Chronic Urticaria,
Raw emotions it carefully paints,
Sketching along my skin.
Five minutes in to a Thirty minute consultation.
My emotions churning around in my head,
My heart pumping.

Uneasiness shooting fire through my veins,
Pain trying to escape,
It needs to find a way out;
My skin bright red,
Eyes glazed over filled with tears.  
Unhappiness the forefront of my fears.
I told him, give me a pen and paper
And I could tell you my whole life's story,
But apparently what i need
Is some Talking Therapy.
Thirty minutes, me, a phone and a complete stranger.
My worst nightmare.

Trying to make sense of my mound of messy thoughts,
He tells me he finds the notes he's read from my last consultation;
My first consultation,
Hard to understand.
To make head and tails of it.
Ha!
Try being me.

My past, my difficulties, my insecurities,
My many many losses,
He can see my life's not been a breeze.
He needs to help me organise my memories.
Say's he understands that I'm struggling,
How the current position I'm in is
Causing so much internal suffering.
He wants to help; To fix me.
I guess it's time to admit i am broken.
Finish the conversation,
I'm left as a quivering, emotional mess.
Tears streaming down my face and
My body covered in deep red.
Pain etched across my skin for all to see.

I accept, it's time we tried to fix me.



© Karen L Hamilton, 2015