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Clare Coffey Apr 1
This was going to be my summer
The one when I learned to drive
Instead of my independence
I’m praying in fear for my life

This was going to be my summer
When exams were over and done
I was going to celebrate
With my friends and have loads of fun

This was going to be my summer
I was going to start my first job
My new beginning is cancelled
And I feel as if I’ve been robbed

This was going to be my summer
The one when I bought my first home
Now my plan is on hold
I feel so scared and alone  

This was going to be my summer
The one when I married my mate
We wanted a life together
Who knows how long we will wait

This was going to be my summer
To holiday with those I most love
But now I can’t leave my house
Unless I wear a mask and gloves

We have lost the warmth of summer
Its beauty is sad and remote
It’s only a slim consolation
Everyone is in the same boat

For now we are all locked down
Unless the work we do is key
We are trapped in prisons of comfort
Forgetting what it is to be free

We all miss friends and family
The joy they bring to our lives
We pray they are well and happy
That at the end they survive

We all live with shattered dreams
We struggle and feel we can’t cope
We dared to open Pandora’s box
Thank God we also found hope
A sad time - many dreams shattered many lives lost or disrupted. We all need to find our hope
Clare Coffey Jan 4
There’s a present I can’t wrap
With my love so carefully
A present you will never open
That I can’t leave beneath our tree

There is no cheery message
In a card I won’t get to write
A bit of joy that I can’t give
To you on Christmas night

Now that you have left my life
Things will never be the same
I can’t simply pick up the phone
And hear you speak my name

You won’t say Merry Christmas
Or wish me Happy New Year
My heart feels sad and empty
Now you are no longer here

Today I can’t stop crying
You helped when things were rough
This first Christmas without you
I didn’t know it would be so tough

The year outside is dying
The wind howls and hurls rain
Inside I grieve to lose you
I’m not sure I can bear the pain

Yes I have happy memories
I can find some comfort there
Your life was worth the living
Though to part still seems unfair

I want God to give you back
I want you here with me
But you are always in my heart
And your soul can now fly free
Love you always Dad
Clare Coffey Dec 2019
Yes Christmas is coming
There is no escaping that
So please can you put a penny
In the poor old man’s hat

This quiet soul is starving
The government stole his pension
But he worked hard all his life
That never gets a mention

The MPs in Westminster
Drinking their cheap champagne
Vote to strip you of your rights
And make us all slaves again

But lo fear not one and all
For now Brexit will be done
And future generations
Are going to have some fun

We will be taking back control
Oh what a clever ploy
But control is only for the rich
The rest will be destroyed

The Christmas bells they ring out
But their message goes unheard
Please look after the weakest
And please yes feed the world

Outside the snow is falling
And I can’t hear any jingling bells
There is but a bleak midwinter
As our country goes to hell

So if you haven’t got a penny
I hope God will bless you
But if you want your pennies back
Then next time don’t vote blue.
Clare Coffey Nov 2019
Dad
How hard it is to let you go
Though I sense that it is time
I have to stop pretending
That it’s going to be fine

I want for you to wake up
To smile with us and laugh
To tell us all your stories
To share jokes with the staff

My mind drifts back to happy days
As I sit here by your side
The times we spent together
How we laughed and how we cried

I remember what you taught me
To hold my head up high
To be the best that I can be
To look the world in the eye

You have been my refuge
When life caused me to frown
You were always there for me
You never let me down

I can’t bear for you to leave
Now the hour has come to part
I’m not sure I can bear the pain
That I know will break my heart

But I feel deep down inside me
That your soul seeks it release
And now that your God has called you
You will know eternal peace
Dad 12/10/1924 - 22/11/2019
Mum 25/04/1930 - 20/11/2009
Clare Coffey May 2019
Why did I give you my trust
Why did you take it from me
I paid a very dear price
For the gift you got for free

You came in the clothes of a sheep
A deceptively clever disguise
Crafted with cunning and guile
The wolf underneath a surprise

Yes to my face you were kind
You wore the mask of a friend
I thought you cared about me
But no it was all pretend

Just like a vile spitting cat
That hurts without using claws
You spewed poison and hate
About me behind closed doors

Who knows what went through your head
When you were concocting your lies
I was never a threat to you
It hurts to see me through your eyes

Why do you feel no guilt
For all the pain that you caused
Nothing in your behaviour
Seems to have made you pause

I did not deserve your hate
All I wanted was a quiet life
To find joy and fulfilment
Not this bitterness and strife

In this world you are a hunter
Always seeking out fresh prey
Toxic right down to the core
All goodness eaten away

Be careful how you go now
And listen to what I say
Maybe change that behaviour
Before everyone walks away
Clare Coffey Mar 2019
Come answer my call to war
Come fight alongside of me
Fight against cruelty and evil
The seeds of inhumanity

Come answer my call to war
Get the homeless a warm bed
Give them safety and shelter
Before they all wind up dead

Come answer my call to war
Give the poor a way to survive
To live life with some dignity
And not beg to stay alive

Come answer my call to war
Give the addict some support
You don’t know how they hurt
Or the demons they have fought

Come answer my call to war
Keep our children safe and secure
The innocent deserve our love
Their future must be ensured

Come answer my call to war
Bring healing to all the ill
No one should endure such pain
And then be stuck with a bill

Come answer my call to war
Workers should not be enslaved
A living wage some respect
Not driven to an early grave

Come answer my call to war
Save our planet from industry
From those who would destroy it
Are we too blind to see

Come answer my call to war
Come fight alongside of me
Fight for peace and harmony
Fight so we all may be free
Ok I admit I’m an idealist but the modern world saddens me
Clare Coffey Mar 2019
I am the warm air of spring
Heralding the time of rebirth
I caress the first shoots of growth
As they poke their way through the earth

I ponder nature’s resilience
As her landscape comes alive
I marvel at her citizens
And their will to survive

I dance over fields and rivers
Whispering to sky and sun
To all the hiding creatures
A new season has begun

I am the zephyr of summer
Come now and heed my call
Blowing sweetly from the west
The kindest wind of them all

Walk with me over hill and dale
Carpeted in joyous colour
Feeling my soft caresses
More tender than any lover

I will kiss your upturned face
Brushing it with rays of sun
Breathing warmth into your bones
Till the sunset says day is done

I am the wild gale of autumn
Stripping the leaves from the trees
Nothing withstands my fury
All bow to my desperate need

I whip the rain into torrents
Pouring water over all beneath
No quarter asked or given
I gift you the dying year’s grief

I move restlessly onwards
My dark tempests taking form
But the harvest is gathered
The bounty safe from my storms

I am the north wind of winter
Bringing the first flakes of snow
Scattering them with abandon
On the gardens and streets below

My blast is icy and chill
Freezing your toes and fingers
Sweeping away the last of the year
Not a single vestige lingers

Time for you to stay indoors
Cosying in front of the fire
Enjoying the comforts of home
Away from my insolent ire
A couple of days ago I got talking to a lovely lady about her poetry society - she invited my to go. The theme of the meeting is ‘wind’...
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