BOOM BOOM BOOM

Diagnosis cancer
what goes through the mind
am I left behind
on the dump just rotting
cast out no longer viable
my bodies not reliable
its growing funny things

BOOM BOOM BOOM

Its growing funny things
perhaps I'm growing wings
so fly me up and out of it
can't stand its din get rid of it
this mood that snatched my breath
I'd like to take a clout at it
it could cause my death

BOOM BOOM BOOM

Let doctors fry and poison me
they've done it once before to me
I'm knockin on the door of doom
shut in an MRI its boom

BOOM BOOM BOOM

Its beat, its heat, its feat complete
rotting on the ******* heap
shouting like a lamb its bleat

Baeeeeee

Cut me, slash me, burn my bones,
I'l be new. I'm going home
home where I belong...

I'm still here to sing my song

BOOM BOOM BOOM
SCREAM.

The horses are restless
the dogs run about
the birds all a flutter    

what was it

the children are screaming
and laughing so loud
the cars and the busses
the usual fusses and bangs    

how so

I don't know any more
my minds in a turmoil was that it    

or not

my own psychological state
goings on in my pate
or is it too late to address it

this stress I am feeling
in hurried state running
from what    

I know not.

Margaret Ann Waddicor 1st November 2014.

I caught your spirit in a rainbow
one day
and with it I painted your likeness
in my heart
the temperature of the colours
synchronised with the beat
we dreamed we'd never meet
due to circumstance
now far away I sense you look
my way
as if your soul were nearer to my side
your words unspoken
sing to me inside.

Margaret Ann Waddicor 15th October 2014.

Spiralling the thermals in the wide blue sky
I fell towards a meadow full of flowers
the colours multiplied as I descended
this spinning in a dance
upended    downside up  
upended   downside up

sizzling in the heat of summers day    
I landed in some hay
lay there to meditate on what I should do next
getting quite perplexed   quite perplexed

was it you who came right then
seduced me in my den of corn
the reason why my daughter’s born    
today
is singing in her bed of feathers    
rolling on the floor

picking up and putting down    
picking up and putting down
life is turning round and round
I'll do that till I drown    I drown  
tomorrow    time that doesn't come  
I'll learn to borrow   learn to borrow

thrown about in troubles with my health
never one to come to sudden wealth
crawling through the gates of hell with stealth
never on the shelf    never on the shelf
out the other side where dawn brings in the tide
across the sands of time to touch my toes

what future lies ahead    nobody knows 
no nobody    nobody    nobody    nobody knows.

Margaret Ann Waddicor 16th October 2014.

As the night
wanes
the heart beats carry on
my mind's awake and cannot sleep
at four
the hour before the dawn of summer days

but it is winter
and the snow's not yet begun to thaw
outside our door
where little birds find crumbs
out in the ochre coloured dim
purple thoughts float across the bland of sky

an even petal-smooth roof for us below
where lying in our beds we sigh and yawn
soon light will creep along the view
touch the fir tree tips
and make a warmer scene
as we come out of this times dream

Margaret Ann Waddicor 30th December 2015

Flung  
flailing about aimlessly
dancing like an autumn wind
switching back and forth in urgent gusts
we
like leaves on water bend with the flow
no choice
to go against is futile
shortens life
makes hard the path we tread
from birth to death

in a breath it is done
over
past
in a gale of dimension
we twist and turn
plunge and surface
eels of existence
on a solid stone planet of fire

gaunt shadows give night
or people the shape of silence
with jagged forms
that cut our psyches
squeeze us through the mangel of time
onto the plates that comprise the whole
small beings in a vast universe

Margaret Ann Waddicor 30th December 2015

Love the greatest teacher,
she teaches us to understand ourselves, 
to reveal that love is not an outer thing, 
it’s deep within.

Before we can receive, we give,
and giving find the jewel of human worth, 
we have this trait from birth
like many things,
quelled by the laws of adults in their ignorance.

Born with the bond that ties all spirits close,
and when it manifests its magical sensation,
goaded by our state of mind,
we revel in its complete attention, 
to details sensitive and full of joy.

Her soft caresses touch our quick, 
her ties established hard to break,
her empathy with all that lives and breathes,
she is our welfare, our religion, our raison d'être.    

Margaret Ann Waddicor 29th November 2013.