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2.5k · May 16
No Sir, not Me
No sir, no not me
Come no closer, can’t you see?
I’m freezing as the springtime frost
So won’t you let me be?
Wind tossed as the blossom
Bleeding from the tree
I am but a child; I’m lost
I am wild, not dutiful
Scarred inside; not beautiful
My demon lover  left me
Underneath the cherry tree
No sir, no not me

No sir, no not me
Come no closer, can’t you see?
I am not a fresh faced maid
No sir, we can’t be
Plucking cherries in the glade
Walking in the evening shade
I’m buried in the foetid earth
Awaiting spring, denied rebirth
In the soft sun, in the rain
I shall never rise again
No-one can ever set me free
No sir, no not me
1.4k · Jan 27
Champagne Dreams
I dreamt of you last night
You were laughing in the light
I was laughing with you too
We had nothing else to do
We never looked ahead or behind us
I’d forgotten how life could be
Sparkling easy and free
Now I don’t do very much
Routine chains me, keeps me in touch
With reality such as it is
I do miss you and the fizz
You were my bottle of champagne
In my dreams you will remain
I dreamt of you
Yes I dreamt of you.......

Last night
1.3k · Oct 5
The Last Voyage
I go unwilling and unarmed
Recruited by age I lay me down
The medals gleaming on my coat
Mean nothing now, my vessel weak
Hard for my ship to stay afloat
The ocean once sparkling blue
A dingy grey of lowering clouds
Dark and foreboding as a storm
I recall standing proudly on the prow
My crew would not know me now
There are things to accept, things to learn
Time to know my place, take the stern
My orders once barked in strident tone
Now a whisper, not my own
My ship becalmed, canons disarmed
Her flag that once flew with pride
Is still, no wind can stir her, colours bled
I salute and a gust raises her high,
A blood red pennant in a star filled sky
I am not afraid to die
1.2k · Apr 26
Looking Back
Looking back into the night
Darkest storms, can’t see no light
Looking back through all the years
Looking back through all the tears

Looking back things seemed so bad
Life itself was all I had
Looking back I’d lost my dreams
Fabric torn, ripped at the seams

Looking back is not much fun
Remembering battles lost not won
Looking back in retrospect
I chose my path, time to forget

Looking back at a young boy
Kicking heels, heart filled with joy
Remembering him I feel ashamed
Was life so bad, or have I changed?

Looking forward to every day
Looking forward, I need to pray
The soul to cleanse, the heart to heal
A different way to think and feel
486 · Feb 13
Spare me a Dream
Spare me a dream faery man
Spare me a dream faery woman
Bake me a ginger bread cottage
Weave wishes to bind with the dough
With icing as white as the snow

Cut me a thread faery man
Sew me a seam faery woman
Bind with the blossom in May
Pink as the rose, soft as the lamb
To wind round the bed where I lay

Write me a poem faery man
Faery woman sing me your love
Casting your light, by the waxing of moon
Set words to music and play me a tune
To brighten my heart all the day

So spare me a dream faery man
Spare me a dream faery woman
Bake me a ginger bread cottage
Weave wishes to bind with the dough
With icing as white as the snow
440 · Dec 2020
Moon Dreams
Sheila Haskins Dec 2020
A star in the sky, the moon is full
A tear in my eye; I feel her pull
When she rises my heart is in tune
Itinerant moon her energy grows
The swell of the tide, the thrill of the ride
Beckons me on to be by her side
Sometimes the thrill is too much to bear
She is high in the sky I want to be there
At one with the moon, I can’t let her go
As days go by the moon she must die
Sinking into emotionless sea
Waiting for rebirth, tied to the Earth
I die a little each time she is low
Next time she will take me ....
Next time I will go
430 · Jun 16
She Cleans
She cleans until every surface gleams
Cleans and cleans to remove life’s grime
Just one more time will do it
One more time and she will be through it
No leaks no spillages allowed to remain
No signs of decay; life’s easier that way
She keeps on cleaning every day
As the dirt disappears so do the years
Until the next time she looks in the mirror
Sees the woman she has become
She can’t dust the lines away, the mirror never lies,
It reflects the story of her stolen youth
So she exfoliates, scrubs, buys cosmetics
The face she is left with she’s learnt to despise
Her hair is the colour of despair; grey, hardly there
To get out of her head she cleans instead
Cleans until every surface shines, safe in this sterile world
Outside rain is falling like tears, obliterating her reflection
Inside the house is a palace, fit for inspection
She cleans just once more, believing doubts will go away
Tomorrow today’s fears will be returning
So she keeps on cleaning, keeps on dreaming
Ready to battle another weary day
This sad poem is not about a real person but a reflection on the many people who suffer from OCD, especially in these dark days. People look for different ways to deal with stress and poor self image this is just one possible way.
396 · Feb 10
Saints and Sinners
There are saints and there are sinners
There are losers, there are winners
Then there’s me, then there’s you
When we envy, when we’re mean
There are stools we fall between
We fall straight through
That is me, that is you
Not really bad, we are trying
Not really good, until we’re dying
Saints and sinners from the start
The roles we play we know by heart
There are saints and there are sinners
There are losers, there are winners
Then there’s me, then there’s you
379 · May 15
Not a Hero
I’m not a hero in any sense of the word
I’m not a brave heart, not a tough guy
I question so much in this head of mine
I question but get no answers most of the time
In my mind goldfish swim round senselessly
I am forgetting all the things I said
I read but I am not well read
My head keeps spinning relentlessly
Is this uncommon, can I be mad
Is this the norm, it makes me  sad
To think of the cruelty that we face
The money and all the wars it creates
I want to be a hero, to save the world
I want to be an angel, but I am just a girl
Making her way when every  day
Is an agony of indecision, a catalogue of division
So I’m not a hero in any sense at all
But if you are a hero, a brave heart
Please save the world, answer the call
341 · Mar 16
There are ladders to the soul so they say
Pathways to the Gods; but fears get in the way
There are ladders to unwind, weaving upwards through the mind
To climb these ladders first get past your head
Your head is filled with subterfuge and shame
You wake up every morning and your mind is just the same
Your soul knows no stain, has no notion
Of why you think as you do, it’s an ocean
Of true self, ego free and timeless
Overflowing love, sincerity and kindness
290 · Jun 13
Mr Life
Mr Life
I’ve got plans
Things to do
Things to see
Don’t want to be
An also ran
I’m depressed
Getting stressed
Because of you
You get in the way
Each and every day
I reach up to the skies
But it comes as no surprise
When I come tumbling down
And as I hit the ground
There you are you rascal you
No wonder I feel blue
If you want trouble and strife
Why don’t you get yourself a wife?
Mr Life
259 · Sep 2020
I Wrote You
Sheila Haskins Sep 2020
I Wrote You

I wrote you at the time you went away
I wrote you letters each and every day
I wrote you when the sun shone bright
I wrote you in the candlelight
I wrote you.....
Though you did not write to me

I wrote you when the frost lay on the ground
I wrote you when the snow came falling down
I wrote you in good time for spring
As the birds began to sing
I wrote you......
Though you did not write to me

I wrote you when the air turned sweet and warm
When skies were red at early break of dawn
I wrote you as we gathered grain
I wrote you when it gave me pain
I wrote you......
Though you did not write to me

I wrote you as the North wind cruelly blew
I wrote you for I still remembered you
I wrote you underneath the tree
Where you swore you would marry me
I wrote you......
Though you did not write to me

I wrote you when my heart had lost the will
I wrote you then and I will write you still
I wrote you with my dying breath
So lost to love, even in death

I wrote you....

I wrote you....

Though you did not write to me
256 · Dec 2020
You are Here
Sheila Haskins Dec 2020
You are here in the morning light
You are here in the darkening night
Eternal, ancient, unceasingly new
You are known to many, lost to a few
In the wonder of breathing you lie
In the wonder of being, all seeing eye
In mountains in valleys, seascape and sky
You speak to the world, never saying a word
Your voice  a sweet cry, from the throat of a bird
No matter if we know or believe
You are here to give, we to receive
Our laughter and tears tossed in the sea
As the waves rise and fall, old history
You are what you are, you are glory
Enriching our lives, never ending your story


You are here
247 · May 14
Pockets of Joy
It must be the small things that make the difference
The birds singing in the morning light
It must be the small things, some near some distant
Have we really  become beauty resistant?
To moonbeams chasing sunbeams
Sunshine filtering through green clad glades
Memories  I treasure are haunting my dreams
It would be funny, if it wasn’t tragic
We are losing the plot, forgetting the magic
Why are these pockets of joy too hard to find?
Why do we ignore the small things
Why are they forgotten, when did we leave them behind?
I want to write for you but I can’t
Shine a light for you but I can’t
Must inspiration depend
On the journeys end
I want to write for you
If you only knew
How much I want to write
I want to write a beautiful song
I want to write, but the words are wrong
With pure insight and sheer delight
I want to write

I want to write for you but I can’t
Light a candle, meditate and chant
Find fertile soil to plant
I want to write for you
Words bubbling like fountains
Gushing down mountains
Doesn’t have to be good
Even if it never could
I want to write for you is all
Simply for the joy that I recall
I want to write
201 · Nov 2020
Easy to Please
Sheila Haskins Nov 2020
I’m easy to please when the sun shines
I’m easy to please, good friend of mine
It's easy when there is  nothing to do
My mind not taxed,I'm laughing, relaxed
Dark thoughts confuse me with anger and fear
You may offer comfort; I won’t let you get near
The pressure’s on to keep going,
I know that you’re kind
But all of my doubts interfere with my mind
This rainy day me is a debt that I’m owing
My debt to you, that debt is growing
I’m easy to please when the sun’s in my sky
I want to please you in good times and bad
You are the best friend that I ever had
189 · Oct 2020
A Murder of Crows
Sheila Haskins Oct 2020
It’s a ******
A ****** of crows
There’s a place in the forest where nobody goes
No sun only darkness, no moon casting light
In the grove where he gave her his ring
No more shall sweet nightingales sing
Black shades in the night
Black shadows in flight
It’s a ******
A ****** of crows

It’s a ******
A ****** of crows
The roses are fragrant, the night velvet blue
She gave him her heart, an oath to be true
He gave her his darkness, stole all her dreams
A flapping of wings and no more is she seen
No-one hears her cries
With the night bird she flies
It’s a ******
A ****** of crows

It’s a ******
A ****** of crows
Black birds the demons, death in their wings
Taking his love to an unholy nest
Devouring the maiden he’d held to his breast
Cast aside, foul and bloodied his bride
Now he’s half human half crow, gone his pride
Wings outstretched no love by his side

It’s a ******
A ****** of crows
160 · Nov 2020
Strong Man
Sheila Haskins Nov 2020
Strong Man
By Sheila Haskins

You stand strong, your back to the wall
When you stand strong, I can recall
The days of your youth, now so far away
Sometimes returning when you have a good day
You lead the way a proud resolute man
I catch my breath; you do all that you can
A teardrop glistens, takes me by surprise
Your strength is not missing; it’s there in your eyes
Some things that you do are not temperate or clever
I ask myself when were you these things, were you ever?
You do what you do right or wrong
You do what you do to be strong
Stay Strong
159 · Nov 2020
Write me a Song
Sheila Haskins Nov 2020
Write me a song, make me sweet music
Wrapped round my heart so I never lose it
May the words resonate like old friends of mine
The music remind me of sweet summer wine
The song celebrate all the things that we do
Re-create loving memories of you
Will the chords harmonise, strike the right note
Will I want to sing, will it burst from my throat
Like a waterfall tumbling over the ground
Lilting and splashing the music around
A song you gave me when we were together
And when it is written, will you and me be
Singing our love song forever and ever
150 · Jul 28
Build your castles in the air
Lock in the magic keep it there
In your fortress of tales untold
City streets are paved with gold
Girls with green hair, mermaid struck
Are bound to bless your day with luck
The man with briefcase on the bus
Hides wings of golden angel dust
Enjoy the conversations heard
The variations of the word
The power of the spoken truth
The reckless in the throes of youth
Living in your imagination
Life becomes your own creation
Let not the doom and gloom abound
Sorrow be lost, joy be found
Listen to the sweetest songs
Let your truth right all the wrongs
It’s not real others may say
Life’s yours to own; live it your way
When the darkest shadows come
Turn them into bright sun beams
Safe in the castles of your dreams
It’s a gravy boat
Gravy is delicious
It’s a gravy boat
For your appetite
Spicy, nicey onions float
In the lovely gravy boat
If you should want to know
It’s not a train
Don’t buy a ticket
That’s not cricket
It’s a gravy boat
And it contains
Liquid velvet for the throat
Absurdly decadent and smooth
It’s a gravy boat, not a gravy train
I pour gravy on my food
It’s a gravy boat
It’s not a train
If it was then I’d complain
A train is always late
And I refuse to wait
Anyway, railway food’s appalling
Wait, I hear my dinner calling
It’s a s......... gravy boat
Now we’ve got that right
Bon, bon bon............
Bon appetite!  (or appetit?)

Anyway if there ever was a gravy train, (and I’m not saying there was,) the last train has gone forever, utterly broken, irreparable, too many  politicians scrabbling to climb aboard, (don’t you watch the news darling?)
127 · Feb 1
Won't know
I won’t know what to say
If you go away
I don’t know what I’ll do
When our life together is through
The fire has burnt low
Still I beg you; don’t go
I won’t say goodbye
I can’t reignite us however I try
Flames rising with my sweet desire
Blazing higher and higher
The embers burn down
Old sparks go to ground...

If you are lost.................

I may never be found
124 · Sep 2020
I want to Dance
Sheila Haskins Sep 2020
I want to dance she said
Now’s my chance she said
Today I’ll close the blinds
No-one here to mind
There is no need she said
To answer the front door
No-body dropping by
Perhaps I’ll sew she said
Fancy things that have no uses
No apologies, no excuses
The day is mine to drink wine
To write a poem or to compose
Sit in a chair and lightly doze
Lots of lounging to be done
Lots of laughter, lots of fun
Fool around, or I could caper
Drown in chocolate, read the paper
Perhaps I’ll go to bed
Lie under the covers, watch TV
This day is mine, only for me
When all is said and done
This could be my chance
To grow my wings
That is why
I want to dance
And do lots and lots of
Other lovely things
But really I just want to dance
She said, I’m going to do it


Now’s my chance!
113 · May 6
I don’t think you know me
I think I know you
I don’t think you owe me
You think that you do
I try to get inside your head
I can’t remember
Can’t remember
All the things I did and said
I don’t think you want me
I think I want you
I don’t think you’ll love me
Why should you love me too?
All this thinking makes me weary
My eyes are heavy as my heart
I don’t think you’ll hear me
When I say we must never
Never never never
Never never  ever part
108 · Sep 2020
Imaginating Sheila Haskins
Sheila Haskins Sep 2020
There are colours in my hair that I never knew were there
Patterns of the rainbow in the sky
Celestial shades of green and mellow yellow gleam
Memories of the dreams that passed me by?
There’s lightning in my eyes, the flash of fireflies
On wings of azure green and peacock blue
Beauty in my face; intelligence and grace
A song that soars above the rest
Hope surging in my breast?
A celebration, a renaissance
Am I clever am I cool,
A clown; an April fool
Why is my heart  so full of bliss?
Am I an empty shell, a hollow clanging bell?
Is this heaven, is this hell, can anybody tell
Or am I just imaginating this?
102 · Apr 22
Miracles they say are for those who know their way
Those who are the gifted ones, the special and the fey
When I look out of my window at the turquoise dawning light
I see so many miracles, in the day and in the night
The miracle of the sky, the magic of the Earth
The innocence of a child, the wonder of his birth
The sun and moon and stars are shining just for me
And all I ever need to ask
Is to be blessed with eyes to see

I viewed the world as grey, the people full of woe
Never thought to look up or to touch the Earth below
To be caught up in the blindness; now I see it’s all a game
Distraction and, destruction; invasions of my dreams
Emerging from my shell I feel
A shining in my soul
Nothing can be as it seems
All shall be revealed
How could I ever want for anything again?
When I delight in  sunlight
And soft refreshing rain
Winter is calling, now on the way
All hopes of the sun are waning today
Mist and fog are all that I see
They swirl and they cover the loftiest tree
Afternoon cloaked in the shadowy night
Darkness soon swallows all of the light
A sleepy time girl as this blast of cold
Seeps into my body, into my soul
When I awaken my blood starts to flow
I take a brisk walk through sparkling snow
Outside all is calm, white flakes fill the skies
As I breathe in the beauty, tears fill my eyes
Fir trees looming, ancient and proud
Silver moon peeping from under a cloud
I hope that the sun will brighten my way
For Winter is calling, calling today
88 · Mar 22
As we meandered down memory lane
You recaptured the ghost of your smile
Tonight the real you emerged
Loving, intuitive
We parted with reluctant goodbyes
The medication granted us this......
Tonight we kissed.
For one last time I knew you
The thought is like heady wine
And only for tonight.......
You were mine
87 · May 1
Milk and Honey World
It’s a world of milk and honey
A world of cows and bees
A world of love, not money
Don’t look down, look above
The  storm filled skies are changing
The winds once fierce and raging
Soft as a  lover caressing your cheek
Look below to see the grass growing
Look beneath the shoes on your feet
The meadows are fertile and green
The streams are full, overflowing
Things are not quite what they seem
The drug that calms and soothes
Won’t make you rich, appear in the news
It’s the power you thought you had lost
When you clear your mind what’s left behind
Are the things that matter, the things that don’t cost
It’s a world you make with your mind
When you clear it only then will you find
It’s a world of milk and honey
A world of love not money
82 · Oct 13
Coming out of the Cold
Coming out of the cold
There’s a meal to enjoy, to be shared
A drink to be poured, one or two
We smile for a while and we laugh
Spirits around to remind us
Of times that that will not come again
Yet the glow from our memories remain
Silence is golden as glasses are raised
To absent friends and the passing of days
As we share our journeys, the stories unfold
It’s good to come out of the cold
81 · Feb 2
The Winds are Blowing
Oh lord the winds are blowing
Oh lord there is no knowing
When the storm gives way
To another kind of day
People come and go
They seem to be real
But how would I know
How they think or how they feel
Not allowed outside my door
What is the living for?
It seems another species
Aliens are coming through
Wearing masks, a disguise
All they reveal is in their eyes
They don’t seem happy
They don’t seem free
I want to talk to them
But I have to let them be
Oh lord the winds are blowing
Blowing over me
Blowing over you too
And there is nothing
There is nothing


Nothing I can do
77 · Oct 2020
Stormy Weather
Sheila Haskins Oct 2020
The rain is falling from the skies
It’s not that you were heaven sent; you weren’t, me neither
We have faults enough it’s true but when I’m feeling blue
I believe in the value of we two although I see sadness in your eyes
Is it wise to disguise the memories of the pain?
Or is it good to talk together, override the stormy weather
Walk headlong through the thunder, hand in hand
Until the wonder of our lives dispels the falling rain
And we say what the hell, making sunshine out of showers,
Reviving happy hours that we shared, because we cared,
Still you are here where you remain
My rainbow shining through the sun,
The storm was fierce, and now it’s done
If you weren’t heaven sent then I think that you were lent
And our lives together
Must be meant
76 · Nov 2020
Old Man Young
Sheila Haskins Nov 2020
He never thought he was old, unless reminded
He thought age was a number, he never counted
He was alive; some people are a long time dead
He had all his wits that he never doubted
He took what he needed from the past
Some things were good, made to last
Others best not mentioned,
It was never his intention to make people sad,
He’d talk about the better days he’d had
Days of hope and optimism when he was a lad
A man about town, with a happy weathered face
Sitting on a bench in his usual place
Most days he’d speak to passers by
Giving his opinions, lending a listening ear, a watchful eye
A welcome presence everywhere he went
Discussing politics and philosophy intelligently
Though his back was bent he went his merry way,
A powerful force, yet always finding something kind to say
Until fate steered him on a different course
His roller coaster life morphed into a slide
Gone his independence, he had to stay inside
He never thought he was old until someone said
He thought age was a number, he never counted
He was so alive; some people are a long time dead
When all is said and done
Another day is just begun
I only have this time
To live this life of mine
May not be what I’d choose
I could win or I could lose
Clocks ticking, seconds count
So what is life all about?
Doesn’t matter much at all
If I rise or if I fall
This moment I’ve been given
Is for life, is for the living
Nobody knows my debts
Or those things that I regret
I can’t change a thing
The birds will sing
Whatever I do
Grant my ears to hear,
My eyes to see
  When all is said and done.....

 Another day is just begun
72 · May 6
You are calling my name in vain
I can’t hear; ears blocked like a drain
The tide flings me ashore, all in a rush
Drifting to land, no fanfare, as if I wasn’t there
There’s a mystery in the monkey puzzle tree
I am clueless, as I expected to be
Still there’s history between us
Absolution for you, too late for me
The waves are calm, you could part them if you so desired
Not I, I lie here unable to move, so tired
I am continually tossed as the winds blow over me
No longer tempestuous, wild untamed
You are calm serene, I will be blamed for my wrongdoings,
While you will charm the angels, make them sing
And I will fall into the abyss
A lost inhuman inconsequential thing
72 · Jun 1
Anything but Love
She could do anything
The girl with talents diverse
Act in a play
No need to rehearse
She could write a song
You’d be humming
All night long
She could strum a tune
You’d be strumming
Strumming along
She could do anything
She could sing
She could do so much
So much was not enough
When the living got tough
There was one thing
She could never do
That was to love herself
The girl with talents diverse
Her heart was a stone
She was lost, so alone
Left on the shelf
She could do anything
But she could not
Would not do anything
To set herself free
I could not
Do anything
To make her love me
Sad poem about unrequited love, and the inability to love.  Someone loved her and appreciated her talents and wanted her to  return that love, but her poor self image destroyed any hopes of happiness for them both
Sheila Haskins Dec 2020
Hurray hooray no bad news today
Hooray hooray bad news has gone away
My ears are growing stronger
Glued to the news no longer
There is no bad news,
No disgruntled views
Nothing to complain about
Nothing much to say
If I had my way
There’d be no bad news today
Or tomorrow
No misery death or sorrow
It appears all I have to do
Is live my  whole life through
With my ears closed and deaf
Until I take my final breath
I’ll be convinced that life evinced
Only goodness and light
Totally convinced
In a world where all is right
Hurray, hurray, no bad news today
Bad news has gone away
69 · Jan 24
Skiving with Dylan
Wear your pyjamas and stay in your bed
No need for alarm it’s a cold in your head
It’s not the ‘flu and it’s not beri- beri
What you should do is eat and be merry
Resist little germies; take advice from your Mum
Phone up your worky and say you can’t come
Hot lemon and whisky tots flavoured with honey
Loosens your cold and makes you go maudlin
Put on your  music, Bob Dylan is calling
When you are well, he feels kind of sad
When you are sick you agree with your Dad
Bob is the best friend that you ever had
Never wear headphones, annoy next door neighbours
Send your Mum shopping for Lemsip from Savers
After a while you’ll start to enjoy
All the care and fussing you had as a boy
So when the certificate comes to an end
Work is a no-no; a don’t want to go-go
Spots on your face will keep you in bed
Your belly is scarlet; your face is all red
Under the sheets hide a *** and a pen
With luck you won’t have to work ever again
68 · May 18
Storm Dreaming
When the wind blows
When the snow snows
When nobody knows
What will be
All drowsy with sleep
My love you will keep
You’ll find me
Dreaming of, dreaming of thee

When oceans roar
Open the door
To my troubled heart
Set me free
I do nothing more
Than wait on the shore
Dreaming of, dreaming of thee

Nothing so blind
As cannot find
The beauty around
Or to see
The hopes and the plans
In the love for one man
Dreaming of, dreaming of thee

Storm breaks in the ocean
Your ship is in motion
Sailing through wind and through rain
You’ll return soon I know
Through sun and through snow
‘Till I see you again
I’ll be
Dreaming of, dreaming of thee
Sheila Haskins Sep 2020
Friends are all around me
Near, yet far away
Friends are all around me
The same as yesterday
As pale moons in the distance
Golden sun beams in the sky
They are here come rain or shine
And here’s the reason why
The world changed in an instant
Yet we are still the same
Although my friends are distant
They’re players in this game
Memories of those other times
Of lazy days; of sharing wine
I think of all the hours we had
Happy times outweigh the sad
Now I know that friends will grow
From the seeds of antecedence
The weeds fade in the afterglow
No more I’ll grant them credence
Choked by love with wings they fly
While  far away in  summer sky
Friends are all around me

Until the day I die
by Sheila Haskins

Everyone should meet a tree
In a faery forest glade
In sunshine and in shade
 Everyone should meet a tree
Trees with spreading roots
Their branches green with shoots
Everyone can get to know a tree
In each and every season,
You don’t need a reason
Tree life brings balance, harmony
Take a trip, a forest ramble
Deep within the woodland green
Hug a tree with healing powers
Passing  peaceful hours,
Revelling in the history
Everyone should meet a tree
65 · Feb 14
Saints and Sinners 2
There are saints and there are sinners
There are losers, there are winners
Then there’s me, then there’s you
When we envy, when we’re mean
There are stools we fall between
We fall straight through
That is me, that is you
Not really bad, we are trying
Not really good, until we’re dying
Saints and sinners from the start
Repeating lies by heart
That’s what we do
To get us through
Diving down into the depths
To bury sorrows and regrets
There’s always more
Left on the shore
For the saints and all the sinners
The losers and the winners
Don’t have a clue
Like me and you
We muddle through.....

That’s what we do
This is my revised version of Saints and Sinners.  Thank you to everyone who took the time to read and comment on  the first write.  Hope this one is better,  very best wishes to you all. Sheilax
65 · Dec 2020
Ghost at the Party
Sheila Haskins Dec 2020
I’m a ghost at my own party
Blown away by the machine
I’m a ghost at my own party
Rarely heard and never seen
The clock upon the mantelpiece
Keeps tick tocking away
The hands are stuck at half past nine
Every single day

I don’t remember growing old, I simply don’t believe
I don’t remember when it was time to end my dream
When I forget my glasses, I’m young, I’m just the same
With lipstick, powder face creams, I’m still in the game
There’s a cold wind in the garden, chills the soul right through
The weeds are steadily growing, so much for me to do
I call you from the window, why don’t you respond?
The fish still in the water
It’s time to clear the pond

People come and people go, I don’t remember them
Some are kindly ladies, some are gentlemen
They are all familiar, sometimes they stay awhile
I study all the people, yet never find your smile
Some days I wake from sleep refreshed, feeling like a child
A flower in the garden, a rambler running wild
Now you are sitting on the old oak bench in your shirt of blue
Waiting oh so patiently....
Yes, I remember you

I’m a ghost at my own party
Blown away by the machine
I’m a ghost at my own party
Rarely heard and never seen
The clock upon the mantelpiece
Keeps tick tocking away
The hands are stuck at half past nine
Every single day

64 · Nov 2020
Sheila Haskins Nov 2020
Tired of the screaming, the negative thoughts
Tired of the shoulds the musts and the ought’s
I want to be allowed to live in my dream
No ego, no pride, want to swim in the stream
I want to break free to be loving and kind
But the trolls and detractors mess with my mind
My sleep it is haunted by things I have done
No dreams bright and breezy of the days I had fun
No joy and laughter, the nightmares have begun
There’s so little that uplifts that is all that I’m saying
We need to unite, we need to start praying
I hope someone somewhere is having a ball
If you are and you know where I’m coming from
Help a poor human kind grow into a swan
Let love’s flame burn brighter, stand in the light
May love and peace be with you tonight
63 · Jun 20
Ghost in the Machine
There’s a ghost on the wander
A ghost in the town
There’s a ghost in the mix
A ghost in the ground
A ghost in a shadow
Something that can’t be seen
There’s a ghost on the prowl
There’s a ghost in the machine

It’s true about the pictures
That fall down off the wall
You can hear the footsteps
Up and down the hall
No-one ever catches it
Or learns the history
No-one will believe you
There’s a ghost
That they can’t see

You know this ghost is living
With a past and future too
This ghost it keeps on breathing
Just like me and you
Sometimes you think its singing
A rhapsody in blue
There’s a ghost on the prowl
Watching everything you do

Well this ghost it’s been growing
Growing up with you and me
It started as a little child
No-one could really see
It turned into a grownup
And got lost inside a dream
There’s a ghost on the prowl
There’s a ghost in the machine
63 · Dec 2020
Strong Love
Sheila Haskins Dec 2020
My love the wind blows long
The wind blows, my love is strong
You are the young man of my dreams
You are the young man I’ve often seen
Walking through moonlight, a jolly young tar
You are the young man the braggart I know
You are the young man with girls near and far
When you call they come to your arms
When you call they fall for your charms
Before day is over, I’ll lie with my rover
My sailor boy, my lover my joy
For the wind blows, the ship knows
The sea is straining for a beautiful lad
The sea will take the best lover I’ve ever had
So blow foul winds do your worst
Though I stand on the quay and curse
I will not go down like the ship you are on
I will not go down I will be strong
One last triumph to hold on to my heart
To let go of my sorrow though we must part
62 · Dec 2020
I Can't Wait
Sheila Haskins Dec 2020
I can’t wait, I simply can’t wait
For the beauty of the rose to infiltrate my defences
I can’t wait to heighten my senses
To be warm like the sun
To do the things they all said don’t
To wear a cloak of many colours
To stand out a gorgeous peacock
Defy time, ignore the ticking clock
To excel, shine like the others
I can’t wait, why should I?
To ride  the rainbow
On fluffy cloudbursts floating by
I can’t wait for the fairy in the tree
To fly into my garden, ask me out to tea
It’s not that I’m getting high or being crass
It’s just I’m getting older, today will soon be in the past
I can’t wait for life to find me, to act crazy crazy crazy


At last
62 · Aug 8
Secret World
She doesn’t know what she will find
As she leaves the grownup world behind
No words to express the thrill of chasing dragonflies
Grabbing shoots of grass, plucking daisies from their beds
Stumbling over grassy mounds on and on she goes,
Happiness running through her fingers, tingling in her toes
Crimson poppies are giants standing guard
The field is full of stones, the earth is very hard
A butterfly flutters by almost landing on her head
She tries to catch it in her arms, falling down instead
There’s no-one to catch her; big tears form in her eyes
The world’s a lonely place, no more will she roam
Her name is called;  a gentle voice that feels like home
She runs to her mother and the safety that she brings
Cuddled wrapped in love, lulled to sleep by lullabies
Dreaming of her secret world, touched by faery wings
61 · Jun 27
Behind your Eyes
You didn’t want anyone to get behind your eyes
Not anyone, not even me
You weren’t dishonest when you told me lies
They were to protect you from others’ unkindness
Their blindness, refusal to acknowledge your beauty,
Made you hide things you didn’t want me to see
I didn’t want you to go home
I knew they would all be waiting
But you, you’d be on your own
I knew you would go; you had such a sense of duty
Our eyes met, I never can forget
The misery reflected in their depths
Forgive me love; I do not have your humanity
All I can see is others treating you badly
It makes me so angry so I tell you this is insanity
Sadly there is nothing I can do
But to go on loving you
And hope that will be enough to get you through
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