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Sheila Hackett Apr 2015
It's mental the things we do,
risking all for that one last rush.
When there is nothing left to lose,
at times do you think, "I am ready to meet god"

Your head spins in a haze of confusion,
why me? what dose life have against me?
An unwilling victim of this cruel and lonely existence,
life of pain, life of hurt, life of the unfair.

And all the experts will say is,
get over yourself, nothing is that bad.
Well get this! you so called experts,
Dead! is very very bad...

Sheila.
Sheila Hackett Feb 2015
When the sun descends from view,
Can our love be so warm and true.
I love you dear, as heaven knows,
Sleep brings dreams of sweet repose.
All you are is the sweetest rose,
Night time fades as the daylight grows.
With care, read the first word in every line,
You will there a question find.

Sheila..
Sheila Hackett Jan 2015
It's January and the tiredness of December is but a memory
now the blues really starts to set in!
"Money GONE"
"Excitement GONE"
"Anticipation GONE"
there is only January left,
and the curse of the credit card is upon us..
Sheila Hackett Dec 2014
One lonely flower awaits the dawn,
In a field so bare of light.
Awaits the sun to give it life,
In the cold dark of the night.

Icy winds that coldly blow,
The air is crisp and new.
The dawn brings the bird song,
To awaken the morning for you.

As the light of the day is dawning,
The lonely flower comes anew.
Each petal opens slowly,
To catch the fresh morning dew.

As the flower opens fully,
With the warmth of the sun on it's face.
Others begin to awake,
And fill natures empty space.

Sheila.
Sheila Hackett Dec 2014
Crystal clear waters,
A cool gentle breeze.
The quiet of the ocean,
Where life lives and breathes.

The rain starts to fall,
One drop at a time.
Then more and more,
To create a tide.

The white water falls,
And kisses the sand.
Like the soft touch,
Of god's gentle hand.

The beauty of the sea,
It is willing to share.
And gives of its life,
With love and tender care.

We sit in wonder,
Of the mysteries of the deep.
Then leave it to grow,
With restful sleep.

Sheila..
Sheila Hackett Dec 2014
Entry...
It's Sunday 20-7=2008 Rainy with a hint of sunshine.
Dear Diary
There are lots of things to write about,
I'm not sure where to start.
Could start at the beginning,
A man broke my heart.

I forgot my money for the bus,
I snapped a heal as well.
Lost my key to the front door,
And my hair looks like hell.

I've got a date for later,
A man I have fancied for a while.
Must try not to make a fool of myself,
So I'll sit, and listen, and smile.

I really have to go now,
Cant wait to meet my Danny,
So bye for now dear diary,
See you tomorrow, "Love Annie".
Sheila Hackett Dec 2014
Oh My God! it's back again,
I am sure I killed it yesterday.
Quick get the swatter from the cupboard,
Before it inflicts any pain.

Just look at the size of the ******,
I think it's grown a meter or two.
The swine! it's heading in my direction,
Quick I'll bat it over to you.

There it is! just, "**** It"
"Oh my God" it's going to get me this time.
That's it I am off out of here,
You can deal with the swine.

I am not going back in there,
Unless my head is covered with a cloth.
I really hate the little monsters,
Those flapping flying Moths...
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