Held

Held in the moment
Held in the suspension of time
This time was not the moment
He was a victim of crime.
Held in the cell
Held against his will
This time was not his moment
He needs a magical spell.
His wish came true
Held in the dream
It was definitely the moment
Thanks to the defending team.
It was all a mistake
He was held without cause
Well I guess it has to be
No get out clause.

Never make eye contact with next door's cat
Turn the other way if it does that.
As it passed me by
It gave me the "eye"
For saying that he is as blind as a bat.

I inhale
I exhale
Sometimes I win
Very often I fail.
On one’s own
All alone
Frustrating
A huge stepping stone.
For me to climb
The clock starts to chime
Seconds falling
Losing time.
I am on a chart
Back to the start
Losing beats
From a broken heart.
My muddled mind
Thoughts left behind
Memories
Are hard to find.

My world is green
breathing in clean
air among fields supreme.
trees that are evergreen
golden berries between
thorns that are obscene.
Soothe them with the jelly bean
sweet as honey, rich as they come.
My world is red
where poppies drape in flower beds
glorious sun beating down overhead.
Red as blood splashed on
my hospital bed
that squeezes out of gaps in my head.
Life that pumps through me till I am dead.
Enough said.
My world is blue
The rent is overdue
The landlord does not have a clue.
As Fred Flintstone once said
as he drank is golden brew
from prehistoric hops that he grew.
It is what you have come through
in life and gained.
Then he said yabbadabbadoo.
Way to go Fred.

Tomorrow, if you are a mum
Put your feet up and rest
Because you are worth it
and you are the best.
To all mums - Happy Mother's Day for tomorrow.

Stepping out into this wide world
a world of unpredictability
of promise, of sadness, of hope.
The innocent will step gingerly
towards the unseen slippery *****.
But they manage somehow,
they slide but recover just the same.
They will right themselves like we all do
innocence is a funny old game.

A street is dusty there is grit on my feet.
Meat hanging about from a left over stew
Bony cats cling to doorsteps
Like furry door mats and there are a few
Keeping the draughts out from the valley
Blowing a disease on bated breath.
A cat dares to hope or so it seems
But with this only bring a painful death.

If there was ever a fairy more confused
then it is this one, wrapped in chains.
The chains are made from daisy petals
which keep her dry when it rains.
and as she as used all of the petals
she is one sort of a funny mess.
What she will do for shelter if it rains
I would say is anyone's guess.
She would not worry her pretty head
about trivial things like that, oh no
She would have fun sitting in a puddle of rain
and just letting herself go.

A dawn chorus of little wrens sitting
on a washing line, whistling into the breeze
a whole line of them just twittering
and the gentle hum of the honey bees.

The smell of freshly mown grass lingers
the intoxicating perfume of the rose
wriggly worms watching the bird singers
the upkeep of the summer garden shows.

The crack of a stem snapping from its main stem
dead-heading tired summer bedding plants
The whack of next doors football landing on them
and a nice cup of sweet tea made in advance.

Days come and they go
The sands in the hourglass forever fall
Little things pass and stand the time
Some things in life do not matter at all.
But when it comes to life, the loss of it
well that is a different kettle of fish
and it hurts when their lives didn't stand a chance
we can all forever dream and expect a different wish
These lives were children, little children
with all the innocence of the young
They should be growing and doing what we can
Now a different sort of hymn from the  book is sung.
How can this be, why should this be,  why?
Why choose the innocent in life we just do not know
now each day sorrow and sadness passes us by.
Perhaps a thought should enter their heads
when the evil is about to strike question why
maybe these three little letters can dig home deep
maybe if they did,  people would not have to die.
Let there be no more hurt, let there be no more tears
No more.  Ask yourself why. There can be a change in ways
And we can learn to smile,  we can think about hope and peace
maybe time will pass through our tears and bring better days.

It was decided they would both go for a drive
To the local farm to visit the beehive.
She was frustrated
The bees were agitated
So they returned at exactly half past

She suddenly let out an awful squeal
He was fed up with the whole ordeal
The bees were behind
Just a touch unkind
And had now surrounded their automobile.

First Aid was what they were needing
As his feet were badly bleeding.
She had lost her squeak
Because they’d stung
As the pig shot off home speeding.

The car had suddenly come to a halt
And they both suffered a sharp jolt
For in the middle of the road
Was a large truck load
Of gleaming white table salt.

The Pig began to lick his lips announcing “my word”
I think that now I’m rather cured!
The Duck found some money
To pay for all the honey
This is all that he could afford.

Its train floated like silk along a long winding river
Floating in the direction of a cool breeze.
Lace tapping on her flesh made her shiver
Memories thawing as if from a deep freeze.

Little roses sewn on by hand were on the bodice
Trailing over her shoulder and down her back
The dress made her feel like a godess
Or like a Princess on horseback.

The dress gave her confidence, made her feel brave
Feeling special whenever the dress was worn
But there is a secret which she took to her grave
Nobody knew but the dress was torn.

HOUR OF THE PEARL
Bluebells droop sleepily
Tired in a pine scented wood
Lemons drip casually
In the groves the best they could.
Orange leaves dance in the breeze
Jigging to the buzz of the bee.
Lapping up the early morning sun
Limes threaten to ripen
Withered branches from the olive
Twisting, turning and entwining.
Almonds spring from everywhere
Grapes glisten, turning sweet
Packed into the vine/
Mellowing, yellowing
To become famous wine.
Sun bakes the land and the bread
Has a secret promise with a sugar top.
Chickens are fed from left overs.
The hour of the pearl, the interval
Between day and night
When time stands still examines itself
And turn to dark, the moon clicks
Clouds stick.
and time moves on.

Ring the bell for he was happy
Wear white they said to be pure
The bell now has no ding a ling
and i am waiting for a cure
Fetch the car to make him smile
wear gold horseshoe they said
The car was crushed years ago
and she is waiting for her bed
Strike the post with an iron fist
it missedm and hit me instead
he does not care any longer you see
and what was there is now dead.

They wave in the breeze
A silent wind
That travels far.
Their heads bow with respect
They want peace
That travels far.
The poppy - a sign of remembrance
Its petals nodding in the breeze.
Saying no more war, no more.
Too much blood shed,
its petals painted red.
Its eye watches show the white flag
Saying no more war, no more.
The poppy, a sign of peace,
everyone wants peace.
Everyone.
Place a poppy on yourself,
a sign of respect, to remember
those killed in a war. No more.
A field of red, where they lay
The innocent poppy, it will say
no more.  Please no more.

Read on if you dare
For it is designed to scare
For you will cry, a tear drop
You'll wonder why will plop
Read on, you are halfway there.

Boo, now you are shaking in your shoes
Did it make you jump, did your nerves fuse
Dry your eyes dear
the end is almost near
Well it is over now, you had nothing to lose.

Everyone in the house
say "Yes"
Would you like to hear what I have to say
say "Yes"
Would you like to know what it is?
say "Yes"
Everyone in the house
say "Yes"
I have Parkinsons Disease
Are you still here
say "Yes"
Show your support for me by saying
"Yes"
To all shakers out there we have hope
Say "Yes"

This little man
Will do all he can
To eat all his beans
And avoid his greens.
For him it is considered beneath
To keep clean his teeth.
There is little hope
Of owning a bar of soap.
To let an evening pass
He would roll in wet grass.
Then to get himself in gear
Knock back four pints of beer.
He has been told “elf”
Take a look at yourself
You have got yourself to blame
You have brought much shame.
You must go through a door
And find it in yourself to explore.
So it was that he became irritable
With the thought of eating a vegetable
He knew he was quite snappy
But what would make him happy?
Slow breathing in and out
Just made him want to shout
Who would want to embrace?
His ugly little face?
So he had a choice
Led by a comforting voice
Choose which door
He needs to explore.
Go through the door of red
Where one stayed in bed and just ate bread
Or the door painted green
He would get himself clean
Or go through the door marked blue
Find out what he is addicted to.
That thought was just plain crazy
He knew he was lazy.
He was the little man with a very short shelf
Plonked on a label branded a very lazy elf.

The rain came
It was expected
Which is a shame
The sun reflected
Out came the sun
with a smile on its face
the show had begun
an image impossible to erase.
Colours of the dreamcoat
shone like an upside down smile
it got my vote
by as much as a mile.
I thought of the *** of gold
and who could I give it to
The air went a tad cold
I realised I was wet through
The rainbow seemed to know
of my thoughts and dreams
I thanked it for the show
and the colourful beams.

Strolling along
It was late summer, a breeze
swept my face, brushing my lips
The leaves on the willow were still
I wondered why.
I said hello
The morning was advancing
swiftly moving were the hands on the clock
The clock at the town hall had many faces
But not as many as him I thought.
He'd get an award dressed in gold
for some of his performances I thought
shouting his head off
first thing in my morning
When I could have been peacefully strolling
Like now.  I thought for a while, like I do
I was hungry
Hungry for happiness to come my way
I was once - happy.  I shall have to define it.
Being able to smile without guilt
Relaxed not tense
Wondering if my teacup would brush my face
like the breeze.
Now I am going backwards. Not in time,
Nor am I strolling towards the beginning
of my walk.
I want to go back if the forward could be different.
Back then we were happy.
Not now  Happiness is not allowed any more.
But I am happy now, just for the walk.
My thoughts haunt me.
They cloud my head.
Throwing the blanket of misery over.
I saw him. Just.
His face was pulling the two o'clock face
which was a progressing frown.
Just like the clock in the town.

There was once a young man from York
Who had strange ways of which people did talk
He would heat up his aftershave
in his new microwave
Before shaving with a knife and fork.

My last post was a little strange.  I do hope that it has not offended anyone or upset anyone.  I apologise from the bottom of my heart if I have.  It was a little idea I had - but if you have read it and say "yes" then I am grateful and I do thank you for reading it.  Cheryl

Maybe it is alright
The man said it
He referred to me
as "little darling"
Perhaps it is all ok
When everything's done
because little darling to
quote "here comes the sun".
horray, horray it has it's hat on
The sun is wearing a hat?
yes and it is hip hip horray
Does that mean everything's ok
Well apparently he is coming today
and yes you guessed, he's coming to play.
Well hip hip horray then.

Fish in a dish
Well that seems a joke
Orange ones with no brain
Swimming the back stroke.
Round and round they go
Thinking “I’ve been here before”
Their dumb faces
Craving for more and more.
Seeing the same old things
Day after day.
Thoughts in their heads
Gone far away.
Endless fish food
Bits of this and bits of that.
Watched constantly
By next door’s cat.
Oh dear.

I took control and pondered over this mad situa5ion
I thought that  I had selected my words with care
however after muh careful considerion
I found myself here, there ane everywhere.

There was never a time
a time when life was dull
There was never a moment
a moment packed full
full of surprises, to please.
I was never one to reduce to tears
but were they tears of happiness?
Maybe they were, who is to know
it is such a long time ago
when tears of happiness came.
And that in itself is a crying shame.
My hand was always in his
whenever we strolled down the lane
Now it is not quite the same
my hand is deep in my pocket
my pocket full of regrets
those regrets come with worry
but they are buried deep now.
And that worry does not surface.
It will, maybe one day, one day too late.
But there was never a dull moment
no hand on heart not in the pocket
there was never a dull moment.

This candle will never quite be the same ever again
I think it is rather tired playing the boring old game
Well If it were able
it would link to a cable
and hey presto it would have an electric flame!

Throw a six
and then claim your prize
Bit like pick and mix
that was never wise.
You shake them up
and then you mix them
what have you received?
a cheap polished, plastic gem.
Did you really want this prize?
Got to be seen to be believed
from an aged machine
it is all a bit of red tape
but at least it's clean
But that is not a crime
nothing was highlighted
at that particular time
you were rather delighted.
It wasall out on display
and you made your selection
on a fake silver lined tray
alas, it is a misrepresentation.
But it was the thrill
it only cost about one penny
you left at your own free will
best that then leave without any.
Plastic gems in silver trays
it is no wonder you are now broke!
that is good in so many ways
it is just money for old rope.

Terrible.
Utterly terrible.
The cake would say.
The trouble I’ve had in the oven today.
Blasting heat, smashing my tin
Which the goo is sitting in.
Tapping to see if I have got
A soggy bottom. If you please.
If I had, I certainly would not
Broadcast it.  Keep it clean.
Scraping the bowl,  oh I would love to do that.
Fingers sliding over the goo ooooh.
Magic box of tricks
That cake mix.
No one has touched me
Not been anywhere near me.
Not even a try
I wonder why.

It is like walking in a mist
an opaque vision is to fear
lost in a fog in your mind
but will things become clear.
Come to a junction in a road
choices are left or right
no straight road is ahead
the decison becomes tight.
stressful, lost in a way unknown
no satellite navigation found
no internet for your mobile phone
there is emptiness all around.
Even the sun does not appear
at least you'd fathom east or west
instead you walk in a dense mist
and all that ou do is your best.

As it sits alone, salty and dried
on the edge of what I call a trap
is it a trap for fools of course it is
it is common knowledge on the map.
But the mice dont think so
they scamper towards a lovely treat
The little ones hear a loud snap
and they jump before it catches their feet.
But it is their heads that get it, oh dear
they are not wanted not amongst the men
Cheese was their end, their fate
and so for the mice, they move on again.

If you close your eyes
Inside your mind
You capture your prize
No telling what you’ll find.
There is a magical land
Just waiting to be explored
Available on demand
A guarantee you wont be bored.
Maybe inside your dreams
There are castles and moats
Strawberries and creams
Yachts and sailing boats.
Caves with orchestras to observe
Listen and relax and drift away.
Maybe a beautiful nature reserve
To watch lion cubs at play.
Maybe there are chocolate waterfalls
And the rocks are made of fudge
A tree where a kingfisher calls
Or where nobody can criticise or judge.
In your mind are flowers made of silk
And last forever and ever
The cows produce flavoured milk
Cold with ice for whoever and whenever.
You can visit these things anytime
Just close your eyes and you are there
No rivers to cross, no hills to climb
No parking ticket required , no taxi fare.
It is a free service, provided just for you
Just close your eyes, enjoy what you see
See your fields of green, your skies of blue
Your rivers of chocolate and a butterfly tree.

I walk into a room without thinking why
Why am I questioning myself I haven't a clue
I do silly things without reason, why
It is strange as I really wish I knew.
As I get older the days get shorter
Years turn into months so it seems
The hand on the clock is in denial I believe
Either that or it is in one of my dreams.
My hair has turned white under the radar
The old dye cannot be tricked anymore
Wrinkles fail to iron themselves out
the moisturiser has been shown the door.
The old age thing is creeping on too fast
Questions, forever questioning myself
where has time gone, where do seconds go
is there somewhere, some mysterious shelf.
It is like the shelf in my mind, the blank page
where things get put until the day I die
Then when my life flashes before me
I shall be demanding to know the old "why".

For years, when I was small
I was bullied day in day out.
My so called friend used to wait
throw stones at me and shout.
He used to pinch me till I bled
Call me names which hurt
Belittle me always, I felt small
Push me and rip my skirt.
If I saw him now I would smile
Because I know deep down I won
I now stand strong and victorious
How small he is now his work is done.
I now know he used to be beaten at home
His father ruled him like a rod of iron
It could not have been easy for him
But that is no excuse for the way he behaved.
He took his pain out on me, he could never reveal
Not took me aside and told me of his pain
I would have listened, understood
but he had nothing to give and I nothing to gain.
Bullying is not fair, so talk about it, open up
Stand your ground and tell someone today.
Do not keep this secret locked in, tell someone
Anyone, shout it out, make your pain go away.

They divided it up
Not in equal pieces
A bit too much for him
Too little for her.
In my tea cup
Leaves lie in creases
Loads around the rim
Now in the saucer.
The tea leaves read a story
Told by my fairy godmother.
The tale was rather gory
So I said not to bother.
But it went on, the story I heard
Did not stop, never to cease
I listened hard, a lively tale
A story of my life, with no peace.
But it was a good life
I did not fear or complain
All I wanted was a little peace
to live my life once again.
I will get that chance, in my next to come
When I am a rainbow looking down
My colours will be brighter than some
and I will not wear a frown.
I got my peace, on a golden hill
Where the water laughs
and time stands still.
Yes I got my peace, oh very yes
Where the waters laugh and
time stands still I guess.

Half a pound of sweeties, all shades of your choice
Drape a couple of teddy bears around for luck
Light some fragrant candles and relax
You will be surprised how little time it took.
Pour hot melted smooth milk chocolate
into little piles topped with fudge and toffee
find the cream all whipped just waiting ready
and sit right down with a cup of steaming coffee

She was led away, into the land of peace
Guided gently by the hand of a million butterflies
To a place where sleep is guarded by angels
nobody talks, nobody laughs and nobody cries.
Their wings shone in the moonlight lit by stars
She found her resting place and lay to sleep
an eternal sleep, with beauty all around her
No pain, no hurt, no false promises to keep.
Just pain free, drifting at her own free will
The million butterflies watch over with pride
Her life celebrated on the day of her release
Time will heal the hurt in the living inside.
Time to sleep.  Time to sleep. Everyone goes
this way.  Time to keep our thoughts about us
as we pray for those for whom we weep.

My Mum kept a garden
A garden of the heart
She planted all the good things
That gave my life a start.
She turned me to the sunshine
And encouraged me to dream
Fostering and nurturing
The seeds of self- esteem.
And then the winds and rain came
She protected me enough
But not too much because she knew
I’d need to stand up strong and tough.
Her constant good example
Always taught me right from wrong
Markers for my pathway
That’ll last a lifetime long
I am my mum’s garden
I am her legacy
And I hope today she feels the love
Reflected back from me

It is raining confetti in good shades of pink
Beneath a blossom tree is where I am stood
I do not feel any cold not is it wet
But I fastened the buttons on my coat
and tied the string on my hood.

My hair is covered with petals
from the delicate shooting blossom tree
I feel like a young fresh faced bride
and I'm getting to like this fantasy of me.

The leaves coloured lime are waxy and young
rather like I was once and the blossom rains down
The sun starts to shine through the canopy above
and I notice that I am wearing a beautiful pink crown.

A fish in a dish
How confusing for him
Still going round and round
at least he can swim.

The White Cliffs

Chalk hills, dust on my shoes
Following the magnificent views
A Blue Butterfly brings nectar
From the bee, mother nature’s protector.
Flights from abroad packed with smiles
From tired passengers from lots of miles
Looking at the white cliffs of Dover
Pleased to be home, flying over
Lands not known to them.  Now home
Where the English heart is.

This is a true story and it touched my heart.............

A smile shines upon a face
Cracked and parched by the sun
Blistered feet trek in the heat
Carrying water for everyone.
Three hours daily they walk
To a watering hole ***** and crude
Yet still he smiles having no choice
But to bring water to cook food.
Foreigners arrive to lay new pipes
Hope lies now on a wrinkled face
Water gushes from a shiny tap
Drenching life into a dismal place.
Children scream with delight and joy
Sadly they have never splashed before
Tears well in the foreigner’s eye
A shiny tap now means so much more.
A new smile shines upon a face
Pleased that the work has been done
Blistered hands applaud in the heat
At long last the children can have fun.