Wednesday, October 31, 2012

The bravest girl I know

For anonymous

You sat there listening
To a fifteen year old
Tell you tragic news
Of her father in jail

Because she put him there
And her family blamed her
And ostracised her
And her mother had taken to drugs

"She could no longer take it"
His constant raping of her
"She could no longer take it"
And now, she lived alone in hate

Monday, October 29, 2012


A beautiful start

To building a sandcastle

Is a smile on

A little girls face

Saturday, October 27, 2012

A Vase : For when they tell you

A vase : For when they tell you

A vase sits on the

It has pretty flowers
     Stencilled on it

Lovely   motifs and
     Wonderful look

Slim,     and slender
      It stands there

     And    then
Someone walks pass

And    screams
                     "You're Broken"

And     the

And the           next

And the vase sits
Holding water
For it is whole.           

The End of a Smile

"Her home is the well
She is lost in the city
Of rain and water
I have dirt across my face
Staring into the night sky
And she blows
Dandeloin seeds
To the wind
As you smile"

Friday, October 26, 2012

The Girls Monster

A little girl
Walks up
And asks you -- yes you

Pulling on
Your shirt
There is a monster
Back there
She is frightened

She turns to you - yes you
And says
Can you help me

Face the monster
They don't believe me
That it exists
And I need
To see

And you turn - yes you
You turn and say.......

Tuesday, October 23, 2012


It's Two Twenty AM

Sound asleep in

The house -- her house

No one awake

The odd motorbike

On the far off highway

The typing on the computer

As she writes a poem

To all those sleepless nights

And dreary mornings

Where she could not

Endure the day

Two Twenty AM -- is home.

Monday, October 22, 2012

The Dream

She wakes up
And sees the
Dream she just had
Famous people
Space rockets

She continues her
Daily life
Sipping her cup of tea
Sending emails

She remembers
Helicopters and
Running for the
Road crossing a
Street of Life

She feeds the dogs
Enjoys the sunshine
Reads a paper or two

Life chasing after her
Queen of the world
Streets lined with
People, waving
Bridges of flight
Richard Branson Even!

She makes dinner
Of steak and potatoes
Has a drink of coffee
Settles down for the

Her life as a dream

Saturday, October 20, 2012


Eating his sandwich
In the squadroom
Must have been
Been beef or ham
It must have been


The little girl
Cried at the window
Springs wide
Being fearful
Every night
Of her Father
Attacking her
Whenever the opportunity
Came about
Crying because
There was
Nothing she
Could do


When I see
An orange
I wish I
could paint
But all I can
Do is this.

I wish when I 
All you could
Do is listen
And be marvelled
By the rainbow

Draft Two

When I see
A grape
In the salad
I wish it were wine
But all I can do
Is eat

I wish you
Could see the dinner
Bypass the grape
And marvel
At the banquet


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Friday, October 19, 2012

I can't write

Why the heck
Can I not write this
It's so stupid
To not be able
To say anything
To completely keep
Hitting backspace
And to be annoyed
At this
Not being able to write
Or being able to say

Why must I check my work
Re read, re-edit
Go back
Then not flow
Like I used to

Why Why Why

And then you realise...................

She Draws A Smile

She held it up to her Spirit
A tear flows down her cheek
A marker in her hand
Her eyes bright, and clouded

Black ink
Across her face
Her hair pink
All out of place

Her eyebrows furrowed
A lisp of hair
She takes her marker
Draws with care

Her hand slender
Her grasp soft
Now she holds
Destiny in her hand.

Joint poem - Whitedove and Cococ.

Tuesday, October 16, 2012


The little girl
Takes a seat
Next to the man
And cries

Here is the balloon
She says
And cries

The man looks at the balloon
It is white, crumpled, lack of string
But what he sees
Is not this

But the smile on
The little girls face

Because he cared.

Sunday, October 14, 2012


In the middle
Of the branches
Deep within the
A perfect triangle
Is formed
Trust me
It won't fall
As we climb higher
In the tree
Reaching out from
The main trunk
I stretch
To find branches
I catch in my hand

I turn to look back
At you
And you disappear

To the sounds
Of an axe falling

Saturday, October 13, 2012

Meeting You

She glides through
The party
Smiling with
Her bag
Laughing and travelling
Speaking with ease
She turns around
And you see
Someone who is me

Monday, October 08, 2012

The Orchard

I wandered through
The attic
Dusting off
The trunk
Of black regret
I gingerly
Unlock it
I pick it up
My memory
Of what 
Was done
Blowing off the
I start to cry
Blurry vision
The emotions rising
I open it up
And see it there
Press play
And watch
What was done
The scare
The nightmare
I continue on
My breath getting shallow
The memories 
Of times since then
The absolute horror
Of what happened
Me screaming
"Why would I do that"
Seeing me 
visit again
and again
To that point
Not knowing
Looking there
Screaming again
Shaking my head
How could he do this
Coming home and 
Forgetting the milk
My mind in oblivion
All over
A simple
I sit there
And close the lid
To the trunk
As the little girl
I once used to be
Comforts Me 
Saying I love you.

Thursday, October 04, 2012

As this

I just
Sat there
And stared
At him for
Two weeks
Before I thought

Oh No

What had
Happened in
The space
Of that time
Was as surreal

As this.

Wednesday, October 03, 2012


She steps tenderly
Towards the twig
And floats down
The river; holding on

The current moves in
A whirlwind
She screams; circular

No one comes
She panics
And with abandon

Throws herself
Towards the water

And just as
She realises what
Has happened
She calls out

And you just say - Stand up

Playing with Love