"tracey" poems
No one knows it’s you I admire
No one knows how you inspire
No one knows we will conspire
The hypnotic curve of your hips,
The sultry red of your full lips,
The caress of your finger tips
These things all set my heart afire
The way you smile when you touch me
The way your soul reacts carefree
The way you crave is plain to see
There in sparkling eyes of sapphire
The need in you as strong as mine
The lust is thick as we entwine
The passion seems hard to define
We yield to ****** desires
© Copyright 2012 Wm. Tracey Bakelar - All Rights Reserved
Dec 15, 2013
Dec 15, 2013 at 2:15 PM UTC
Abbie hailed a yellow top cabbie
Brenda had a sister in-law named Glenda
Cate ran late on her first date
Delly ate seven bowls of lemon jelly
Edwina drove to the town of Catalina
Fran burnt her finger on the very hot frying pan
Gwen had a strong yen to go and see her aunty Jen
Hope bought her husband a towing rope
Isobel fell under the magician's spell
Joann took her mother on a holiday in a caravan
Kylie went to the dentist with her brother Wylie
Lesley liked listening to Elvis Presley
Marcia enjoyed eating a freshly baked focaccia
Nell saw a turtle coming out of his shell
Olga lived at the top end of the river Volga
Primrose had a Pinocchio nose
Queenie knitted a multicolored beanie
Ruth could never tell the whole truth
Stacey loved playing dress ups with her friend Tracey
Tilly behavior was always rather silly
Una bought a house in the suburb of Yagonna
Verity wanted to be a well known celebrity
Winifred never stopped taking about Alfred
Xena was presented with a court subpoena
Yale told her teacher a tall tale
Zealand ventured out into the bushland
Aug 25, 2013
Aug 25, 2013 at 8:30 AM UTC
We are the terraced women
piled row on row on the sagging, slipping hillsides of our
lives.
We tug reluctant children up slanting streets
the push chair wheels wedging in the ruts
breathless and bad tempered we shift the Tesco carrier bags
from hand to hand
and stop to watch the town
The hill tops creep away like children playing games
our other children shriek against the school yard rails
‘there’s Mandy’s mum, John’s mum, Dave’s mum,
Kate’s mum, Ceri’s mother, Tracey’s mummy’
we wave with hands scarred by groceries and too much
washing up
catching echoes as we pass of old wild games
after lunch, more bread and butter, tea
we dress in blue and white and pink and white checked
overalls
and do the house and scrub the porch and sweep the street
and clean all the little terraces
up and down and up and down and up and down the hill
later, before the end-of-school bell rings
all the babies are asleep
Mandy’s mum joins Ceri’s mum across the street
running to avoid the rain
and Dave’s mum and John’s mum – the others too – stop
for tea
and briefly we are wild women
girls with secrets, travellers, engineers, courtesans, and stars
of fiction, films
plotting our escape like jail birds
terraced, tescoed prisoners rising from the household dust
like heroines.
Pennyanne Windsor, from Poetry 1900-2000 One hundred poets from Wales
Sep 15, 2015
Sep 15, 2015 at 4:27 AM UTC
I.
I went to wendy's yesterday
and I saw ed on the other day
and he carried with him, a bagful of books
and came along will, and saw him
they exchanged looks
and Will asked for some 'tools'
So came along Kim
who wore too much makeup
and she sat on the chair beside me
to look for boys who she would
hook up with.
II.
I went to wendy's yesterday
and I saw ed on the hay
and he carried with him, a handful of smokes
and he started to fling the smoke and breath in the air Inside his throat.
Then came along will, and saw him
he passed him a light, and gave a wink
they exchanged gifts
and ed asked for more ***
and will handed him, and ed gave his jackpot
So came along kim
who wore shorts and tops that showed her breast
she sat to the chair beside the teenager
and want to flirt with him over the motel
and gave her a wink
as she grabs the jackpot.
III.
I went to wendy's yesterday
and ordered for a milkshake
when I saw ed by the counter with his tray
and he carried with him, a gray bag full of *******
and he started to tuck it between him,
as he ordered a burger and some fries.
Then came along will, and saw him
he passed him the pack, and gave him a smile
they exchanged gifts
and will gave him the cash
and ed stashed the burger wrapper in the trash
So came along kim
who wore a mini skirt and tops that showed her cleavage
She sat to the chair beside the man
and the man smiled and gave her some cash
and gave him a wink
as he follow her to the motel
IV.
For graduation,
I came to wendy's to celebrate
and ordered salads for the day
and then I saw ed outside
handcuffed by the police for selling cyanide
and then I saw Will inside
displeased and gave a sigh
and brought out a smoke
to feel it's air deeply inside his thigh
that's when Tracey pointed to kim,
and told me she was selling some thing
and that she couldn't go with us to celebrate
Because of the baby in her den.
And lewis pointed to ed,
Said he was addicted
to the things that we weren't suppose to take.
V.
I went yesterday at wendy's
and saw the coffin that was ed's
and saw the gun that Will was holding,
as he began to get the **** out of the man.
I chewed my burger that day at wendy's
and can't help but ask why
why the people was circling
around Kim's body.
By the sidewalk.
Aug 30, 2013
Aug 30, 2013 at 7:40 AM UTC
Next!
Hi my names Janet
I want to save the planet
I like little dogs and lots of
Next!
I am Glen meet you is good yes
I am from the Ukraine
I once made a windmill out of matchsticks
I can skin a rabbit if you like stew!
Next!
I'm Pippa I ride horses I have powerful thighs
Do you like horses, do you ride?
I could ride with you
next!
Hello I'm Lorraine back here again
Last time I met a musician
It was ok at first till he blew on my *******
Next!
I'm Joy I like uniforms and outdoors
I quite like uniforms indoors
Do you have a uniform?
Next!
My name is Joanne I read all I can
I just finished 50 shades of Grey
It's changed my life, you look nice
Do you wear ties all the time
Next!
Hi I'm Tracey do you like films I love films
My ex used to film me, would you like to see
I have it on my phone, I'm the one in the mask!
Next!
My names John the girlies are gone
Sorry none wanted you this time
We meet next week for another 20 quid
You might get lucky then!
Mar 11, 2013
Mar 11, 2013 at 8:58 PM UTC
goodbye, Mickey
gone to the great big
Boystown in the sky
you were my saturday
afternoons.
you, Spencer Tracey
and 20cents of mixed lollies
in front of the old b&w;,T.V.
your angelic smile
and cheeky bad boy ways.
one day i was going to
marry you.
but then life changed.
today, when i heard
the news
i went back to that time
so thank you Mr Rooney
for those simple days
vale, vale.
Apr 7, 2014
Apr 7, 2014 at 9:58 AM UTC
The rain makes everything fresh,
the plants and the grass are like gold,
the air is sparkling with joy
(by Sharon)
The rain is coming down.
Look outside, everything is wet.
The leaves glitter with the rain on them.
(by Tracey)
Rain makes the roof top wet,
the grass is all wet and soggy,
and mum cannot do the washing.
(by Lee)
Aug 19, 2017
Aug 19, 2017 at 12:24 PM UTC
Alright fella, how’s you mate?
Just heard back from the hospital innit.
They got you that liver now?
Yeah man, sorted. Ahh yeah-
did I tell you ‘bout the other day?
There was this ******* mug
by the chippy and he mugged
me off. And I was like mate,
don’t mess - you’ve picked the wrong day
to be a ******** innit.
And he was all like, “Yeah?
**** off, mate.” And right, now,
well, I’d had enough by now;
I wanted to teach this mug
a Life-Long Lesson, yeah?
So I said, “I’m not your mate,
and I will end you if you don’t **** off, innit.”
Ah man – this was not his day.
You remember back on Tuesday,
when I got that knife that I still use now?
I had it on me, and I shanked him, innit!
Serves him right for being a mug;
*sounds like one less ***** on the estate, mate.*
Too right blud. Was well funny too, yeah –
cause he was just round the corner, yeah,
I just walked into the chippy like any normal day!
Just like, “Nah, no vinegar please mate.”
There’s never any filth around here now
so we can just shank mug after mug;
and we’ll make it a better place to live, innit.
Oh yeah, and I can get smashed now, innit!
We’ll get some pills and that, yeah?
Have us a party, but don’t invite Gaz, you mug –
he shagged Tracey the other day,
so it is gonna be well awkward now.
*Ahh **** I am well excited, mate.*
And mate, make sure you bring some fit girls, innit.
You wanna come round now? Nah, got a check-up. Yeah,
but it’s not gonna take all day! Shut up, you mug.
Jun 6, 2011
Jun 6, 2011 at 3:07 PM UTC
Tricky tom took a time bomb and tucked it between tracey's ****
And it blew my mind.
What does it take to preserve a life form in line 'em up and **** 'em town?
Answers...
I know two things,
And I have eaten an otter from sublimation.
And I still am not sure who she really is.
Now if the ushers will direct eceryune to there seets...
Sep 21, 2012
Sep 21, 2012 at 4:00 PM UTC
****** ****** and more ******
Nothing but bores.
Who gives a ****
If NOBODY scores.
***** scream, kick 'n moan.
**** man, life can be such a
drone.
Puppet
Muppet
Ringmaster
Master Key
Leave it open - all the more to
See.
Human traffic
Nothing but static
Looky here
Looky there
Try a little harder and MAYBE you'll C
Everything is all around....
Everywhere.....
Tracey
Aug 15, 2013
Aug 15, 2013 at 1:17 PM UTC
Forget me not, dear father,
For you have bestowed demons
On a child of innocence
Who has let them loose
Into her mind
In bedding them deeply there
Forget me not, Dear Father
For the sins of omission
Have overtaken me
And the battle rages on
I need your strength
And for my need to be free
Forget them not, dear Father
When they come to you in fear
Forgive them with compassion
Bring the child before them
Let them weep at her feet
So she may forgive them too.
Tracey-Lee Newson
Dec 7, 2012
Dec 7, 2012 at 10:44 PM UTC
I’m from the tattoos
And blue noodles,
I’m my Pawran
Whose beard is uneven
And weird
I’m from the writers block,
Time prancing on the clock,
Whose minds inspired,
Ideas skipping wild.
From sharpies and
Mini mouse
I run , dash, and skip,
Tug-of-war with Bella
Around the house.
I’m from Candyland
And Candycrush
Who plays those games
to much.
I’m from Arnold
And Tracey,
Who pray and fish
with me .
here’s the poem ,
I wrote to show’um,
To who read this,
it’s Just the gist
of where I’m from.
Aug 20, 2013
Aug 20, 2013 at 12:01 PM UTC
(11 May 1934 -November 2022)
Mister Wilson, salt of the earth
a peaceful poet, embarks on rebirth
His charm, his wit, his humble wisdom
We honour now with candle lit
A gardener of words and of the land
May he be led lovingly by the hand
to a place full of foxes and robins
with trees, flowers, and crystal clear waters
May he find there all he loves dearly
As we celebrate his life and see his heart more clearly
Sweet dreams to our dear friend
You are in our hearts, our love we send
❤
Nov 25, 2022
Nov 25, 2022 at 3:57 AM UTC
Oh sorrow..can I put you to sleep within this soul... Can I put the
memories of our time together to bed... the pain of us being lost
in time has left me a wanderer in my own soul.... The place we
walk in seperates us from the world... It's here we search each
other out... Timeless mists of grey...
My time is not yours...
Your time is not mine...
This feelings so magical at your feet i pour...
Longing for your purity, your body, my sacred shrine....
Left stranded in a trance of continuum.
Never to find my consciousness
My dreams running like water in a dark vacuum.
Your heart to redeem my soul in this torturing endlessness.
I bathe in what you have placed before me...with arms outstretched
hoping to gather you there...to share with you the ancient secrets
of my heart...hoping that just one moment in time the mist will
fade and I will see your face...I will feel your heart beat against
mine...
I have walked through the dark clouds of my youth to see you
These unheard voices inside me, this path i am given so true...
Through time and empty spaces i travel
For i have an unbearable desire to complete you
I hold the hope within like a light...a beacon
for you to see me...
to breach the the walls that have cast us here...
bound by want and need...
A desire to be whole...in all ways....
here in my thoughts i dwell forever.... With a longing so pure
before time....
It is here I will wait for you...
in soulful surrender...
for the truest love of mine
Unto heaven and earth we are made an unfulfilled vow
Yet our hearts will remain one true scent of a story that goes to
the ends of earth
Nov 8, 2010
Nov 8, 2010 at 7:48 PM UTC
Sarah Lynn
And Tracey
I'm drifting away in my
Study
Thoughts of her creep
Into my mind
The scent of her skin
The life in her eyes
I can't focus on my work
These days
The loss of her
Has corrupted my soul
And my bones shatter
When I dream up
Her faint whisper
In my ear
It couldn't possibly
Be real?
*I whisper into his ear
Hoping he can feel me
See me...
So much was left unsaid...
So many deeds left undone...
Time was not on my side
I scream out from the shadows
Waiting
Wanting
Someone to hear
Me this day...
To feel me that day...
I want the memory of me
To hold him in
The arms of thought
To seal this day in
Eternity's flame...*
What was that?
I swear I'm losing
My sanity
It's as though she's here
Somehow
As though she knows
The truth
What really happened
That night
The guilt is torturous
My paranoid eyes
Dart around the room
No one can find out
No one can know...
*Truth?
In this shell of who I am
Now...I know his truth...
I want him to feel the pain
He caused me...
I want him to sweat beads
Of fear in knowing I'm still
Here...
Watching...him...touching him...
I want him to wear a symbol
Of my pain...
A stigmata for all to see...
A warning sign...
Bleed daily from this place...
And know
I'll never let you go...
My memory will wrap
Around you like a blanket
Of pain...
Remember me...that day*
She's streaming through me
Like osmosis of spirit
Short of breath
Clutching my chest
The walls spin
The lights flicker
I run to the mirror
Frantic
Her hands on my neck
Cold and clammy
My mouth falls open
At the sight
Of myself
And the bruises around
My neck
Where her memory
Found a way
To strangle me
As the first repercussion
For what I did
That day..
*I'm finding solace
In your suffering...
I see you looking at
Your reflection in the
The mirror
And seeing
Me...
Reliving when your hands
Were around my neck...
The pressure, the pain
Until my one last gurgling
Breath took place...
Cold and clammy
I'll forever be...in this
Place you've left me...
Suffer with me unsettled
Spirit...
My breath is yours...
The sensations on your skin
Are the spiders crawling on
Mine...
From six feet under...
Don't go to my grave to
Find comfort...
Because I'm not there
I'm still your reflection
In the mirror~*
Oct 18, 2010
Oct 18, 2010 at 7:00 PM UTC
You walked lightly into my life...
Captivating and lovely to my mind,
At first, I never cared who you were...
Now I don't know who I am without you,
You kissed me...I felt my world change,
You held me...I heard my heart awaken,
You loved me...And my soul was born anew
You walked lightly Into my life...
Now my heart knows who you are
And with every breath, and every step...
I take down lonely roads,
Your hand is my staff...
Your voice is my guide,
Your strength my shelter...
Your passion my awakening
You walked lightly into my life,
And all my pain, You took as your own,
All my fears,You cast into the sea,
All my doubt, Lost in your eyes,
You walked lightly into my life
And no matter if you choose to stay or go,
My life is forever changed...
Just because you loved me...
For a moment In time.
And because I choose To love you...
For the rest of mine.
Tracey-Lee Newson
Mar 5, 2015
Mar 5, 2015 at 6:56 PM UTC
One message reacived......
is it from my mum..
Is it from the landlord
is it from my dad
is it from my girlfriend..
After opening the text i could nt bealive my eyes....why cant she let me stay in peace why does she keep on bothering my marriage...her name is tracey a girl i had been dating buh just dumbed me because i was not rich.... And i left her even though i loved her with all my heart....i knew that the love i felt for her will never fade away....but soon enough i came to find my true love... tracey's love was first love...and first love never dies but true love comes and buries it alive.......i met my true love her name is melissa i love her but not the way i do for tracey but their is no turning back i am married...and thats why i cant reply traceys text even though i love her...
Sep 20, 2015
Sep 20, 2015 at 7:42 AM UTC
None of the guys
ever asked me out
they teased me
or just froze me out
I wasn’t stuck up
I was shy
I came from China
that is why
I didn’t know the styles and trends
or even where I should begin
there wasn’t much that I could say
I never talked much anyway..
so I sat there
and read
I was an incredibly
epic fail
To all the guys
who called me names
that tagged my locker
and tried to shame me
I wasn’t snooty
I was shy
I’d just come from China
that’s the why
I didn’t know the styles and trends
that let a new girl fit in
I’d never even used the Internet
I was as lost-in sauce as a girl gets..
so I sat there
and read
*Which eventually
got me into Yale.*
.
.
Songs for this:
*Conversation by X-Cetra
Simply Couldn't Care by Tracey Thorn
Human Behaviour by Björk*
Sep 3, 2025
Sep 3, 2025 at 9:08 PM UTC
MOVING ON
From here I stroll into the darkness,
From the land of known knowledge and ready made friends,
I'm walking on air bubbles,
I have friends I never thought I had.
I kiss outpatients goodbye with big hugs.
I take my gifts home in a plastic bag,
all full up with memories.
And now I'm reflect on my colleagues,
sorry guys,
you all fit my jigsaw of reflection and recollection.
I have no favourites in my team.
We all work in unison.
I have Mandy and Karen who don't want me to go,
but you know, I have to move along,
I have Rose and Terri who steer the team,
now that our dear Sister Diann left,
Allison left and came right back,
she must have known on which side her bread was buttered,
Aga, my friend is going,
will be bouncing back in a nurses dress,
Tracey, was the first colleague,
I saw when I was interviewed,
the first person who said "hello", you see I remembered.
Erline and Gill are both angels,
Maggie's much the same,
George and Charlotte,
I met you the first day that you came to stay,
two doctors in the making...good luck to both of you.
Mark is off to train,
off to find a new career, a proper little life saver,
he'll be great at that,
most definitely he will!
I am graced with knowing Lauren Dean,
she wants to be a midwife,
I know that she'll succeed.
Louise, well she is learning loads,
I was so delighted to find Julie S, had come to join our team,
I was touched by your cute little special gift..
and also the gift from the eye lady who made me cry.
Dr J, thank you for my flowers,
you made my day, thank you
We have a collection of newbies come to play,
don't know them that well but, I hope they stay.
Min and George, I appreciate you buying my silly books.
Kirsten and Kayla, I'll miss you both.
I'll miss you all as much as I can,
the receptionists and medical records,
especially Adam (LOL, winks at Kayla),
you all play a crucial part.
If I forgot to mention you,
Then I'm sorry,
you're all great,
all part of a memory well spent.
I'm getting tired.....
several patients asked me if I was retiring tomorrow,
Good God,
do I really look that old.
Been a long day.
Thank you all for your good wishes and gifts,
It's going to be another river to ride on,
I'm sure that I can swim.
Time for me to love and learn.
(C) Olivia Kent
Sep 4, 2014
Sep 4, 2014 at 1:44 AM UTC
It’s a little complicated - what isn’t? But my plans have changed (again).
Under some pressure - but not really - I was able to switch schools.
From Johns Hopkins university to the Université Paris Cité.
No doubt, the Hopkins acceptance helped.
It’s like when you have a boyfriend - how the other boys suddenly find you more attractive?
There was a comment someone made here, SbySW, I think - he said,
“No more early jogs in Baltimore,” (as in danger-city) and that was a tumbler for me - I started checking and, yeah, Baltimore is very.. Baltimore-ish. Then my little mind started grinding.
‘If I’m already switching schools and since Peter (my bf) is still ‘stuck’ in Geneva.. Isn’t Paris closer?
TRIGGER WARNING
So, here’s where the 'nepo baby' magic happens.
I called my Grandmère. ring.ring
“Umm, I’m thinking the Université Paris Cité might be better than Baltimore.. Is that CrAzY?”
After a moment's silence, Grandmère said,
“Can you forward me your Hopkins acceptance letter?”
And thirty minutes later (9pm Paris time, mind you), I got a call from Université Paris Cité admissions. I’m in. The program starts September 1st.
Then François, one of my Grandmère’s corporate minions called and said:
"Johns Hopkins appreciated the quick notice.
The movers will be there, for you and Charles @ 9am tomorrow morning.
Your flight (to Paris) leaves @ 9:22pm tomorrow night..
Your TSA PreChecks, and Global Entry passes are complete.
I mailed you your flight passes and "Imagine'R" (unlimited Paris travel) cards. A car will be waiting when you arrive.”
François doesn't mess around.
I looked at my watch, it was 2:45 in the afternoon.
**** I need to tell Charles we're moving to Paris tomorrow.*
Yes, I exist in a charmed circle - if you discount the contentiousness of the choice - my Mom’s now mad at me and my sister’s not too happy
- I’m totes charmed.
Of course, the Hopkins acceptance (and the full-ride scholarship I declined) will now pass on to another lucky student.
Sometimes what you want
is lurking in the shadows
just out of reach - do you dare disclose it -
risk exposing it, when some might oppose it?
The bible says “Ask and you shall receive.”
In real life, that may require more than belief,
if your secret wishes, you are to achieve.
.
.
Songs for this:
Give Paris One More Chance by Jonathan Richman & The Modern Lovers
The Paris Match (feat. Tracey Thorn) by The Style Council
Nostalgie Du Voyage by Tape Five
Aug 5, 2025
Aug 5, 2025 at 2:14 PM UTC
He is lovely, dark, and deep
Though in his heart, secrets keep
I aspire to protect them all
The immoral, the sad, the grievous too.
He has come, heart open wide
He says' have me whole or not at all'
I know his love, I bring him up
Above the world, he once knew.
He will stay, strong and right
His intentions cast no single doubt
I seek his temple ever more
His Quiet arms await me there.
I am Lovely, light, and deep
Though in my heart, secrets keep
You aspire to protect them all
The immoral, the sad, the grievous too.
I am here, heart open wide
I say 'have me whole or not at all'
He know's my soul, He takes me down
.Beneath the flood of pain I knew.
I will stay, strong and right
My intentions cast no single doubt
He seeks my temple ever more
My quiet arms await him there.
We are lovely, Light, and deep
Within our love, secrets leave
We aspire to bespeak them all
The immoral, the sad, the grievous too.
We are here, hearts open wide
We say 'have us whole or not at all'
We stand as witness, of love's great strength
That crosses borders, of ignorance.
We will stay, where we belong
Our intention loving, etched in stone
We seek the temple from which we came
God's Quiet arms await us there.
Tracey-Lee Newson
Mar 5, 2015
Mar 5, 2015 at 6:46 PM UTC
Tracey.
Since the first time I saw you,
I wanted to hold your hand.
I wanted you to let me, become your man.
I wanted to tell you, you’re so beautiful,
But I was so scared of messing up
And losing you like a fool.
Because you’re so cool,
You know I think I could grow to love you, Tracey.
You’re so cool,
You know I think I’m falling in love with you Tracey.
You’re so cool,
You know I think I could grow to love you Tracey.
You’re so cool,
I think I’m truly falling for you Tracey.
So come pretty lady, let’s go travel the stars.
Come dance with me and I surely won’t,
Miss a single step and tread on your foot,
Kiss my lips and my heart could become ours.
Because you’re so cool,
You know I think I could grow to love you Tracey.
You’re so cool,
You know I think I’m falling in love with you Tracey.
You’re so cool,
You know I think I could grow to love you Tracey.
You’re so cool,
You know I think I’m falling in love with you Tracey.
Because you’re so cool.
(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Jul 10, 2018
Jul 10, 2018 at 8:30 AM UTC
Get Past the Pain and Live Again
I can't wait til we meet again
Way far up there in heaven
But I am staying here for now
I will get through it some how
I will get past the pain
And I will live again
I know that you are peaceful now
But here I am weepful now
I know you want me to be strong
Keep singing and go on
I will get past the pain
And I will live again
So I will dance for you
I will Be a better woman
I'll be the difference you made
I will dwell in peace and grace
I will get past the pain
And I will live again
I will plant the gardens you loved
Give Faith a fighting chance
Live in gratitude and love
Remember you're with God above
I will get past the pain
And I will live again
Tracey-Lee Newson 2014
Mar 5, 2015
Mar 5, 2015 at 6:38 PM UTC
I can't promise you roads
Paved out of Gold
Nor Tomorrows without
Sorrow or woes
But I can promise you this
That through it all
I'll always be there
A soft place to fall
I can't guarantee Sunshine
Each day you arise
I can't tell you it won't be
Yet one more trial
But I can guarantee this
You won't walk it through alone
Yes you'll always have
A soft place to fall
I can't assure that tomorrow
Will bring riches or fame
I can't promise a future
Without any pain
But one thing I swear
Till the end of it all
You'll always have this
A soft place to fall.
Tracey Newson
Mar 5, 2015
Mar 5, 2015 at 6:50 PM UTC