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.......
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Showing posts with label Care. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Care. Show all posts
Friday, October 26, 2012
The Girls Monster
Saturday, October 20, 2012
Scream
When I see
An orange
I wish I
could paint
Rainbows
But all I can
Do is this.
I wish when I
Talked
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
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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Tuesday, October 16, 2012
Caring
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.
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Wednesday, October 03, 2012
Whirlwind
She steps tenderly
Towards the twig
And floats down
The river; holding on
The current moves in
A whirlwind
She screams; circular
"Help"
No one comes
She panics
Cries
And with abandon
Throws herself
Towards the water
Hoping
Praying
And just as
She realises what
Has happened
She calls out
And you just say - Stand up
Sunday, August 26, 2012
Willow Tree
There beside the Willow Tree
Where I am sitting with you beside me
I have an umbrella, you sit there straight
Legs out stretched, met by fate
And there it took my breath away
I still feel its heat, still feel it's sway
My mind awash, forgetting it so
That image there that no one knows
And still you sit, not understanding why
It makes me shake; yet to cry
I wish to tell you, but it will make it true
To just whisper the words, there to you
So at the moment I will remain so
Quietly drifting to and fro
In this willow tree, safe and strong
Knowing this is where I belong.
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Saturday, August 04, 2012
Venom
She sits there
Surrounded by her spiders
Her adoring spiders
Lovely, she works amongst them
In the zoo
Petting them, being with them
Understanding them
Her thin rimmed glasses
Hiding her smiling eyes
As she sits there
And feeds her next spider
Flies, slowly one by one
With tweezers
She lovingly milks their venom
Slowly day by day
So that others will
Get the livesaving drops
And as she reaches down
She feels her leg
It is now plastic
Where they had to
Cut it off
To save her life
Because her pet spider
Nearly killed her
And she looks at you
With lovely caring eyes
Saying
Now I surround myself with spiders
So you don't have to endure
Surrounded by her spiders
Her adoring spiders
Lovely, she works amongst them
In the zoo
Petting them, being with them
Understanding them
Her thin rimmed glasses
Hiding her smiling eyes
As she sits there
And feeds her next spider
Flies, slowly one by one
With tweezers
She lovingly milks their venom
Slowly day by day
So that others will
Get the livesaving drops
And as she reaches down
She feels her leg
It is now plastic
Where they had to
Cut it off
To save her life
Because her pet spider
Nearly killed her
And she looks at you
With lovely caring eyes
Saying
Now I surround myself with spiders
So you don't have to endure
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Tuesday, June 19, 2012
She has a Fringe with a curl
The man stood in the corner, I was so scared
He handed out tickets, To the public beware
I saw just saw a glimpse, Not knowing him there
Surrounded by statues, Without such a care
And there he served little kids, And there he saw me
Sitting in the corner, As quiet as can be
I did not know who he was, But all I knew was his might
I began to feel those feelings, I had been hiding within my light
He gave his little speech, they cheered him such a store
He stood behind the counter, Watching you forever more
A little girl of five, You wander quietly
And take his little ticket, As quickly as can be
And the little girl, begins to fuss and beam
Constantly calling out, to her mummy in her screams
She picks up the knife, All covered in blood
The man falls to the ground, Red becomes the flood
And she just stands there, Her mummy comforts her so
Her shame now lost, Forever in a glow
And when the police question her, Security beware
The girl sits staring, at the teddy bear with care
And all she keeps repeating, Is just what he did
How he humilated her, The sin he hid
What he made her do, for that little ticket there
The torture that he gave, without such a care
And as the crowds dissapate, and wander back to home
The news stories told, repeated in chrome
And the police leave her be, For she is just a little girl
She jumps over skipping rope, she has a fringe with a curl
He handed out tickets, To the public beware
I saw just saw a glimpse, Not knowing him there
Surrounded by statues, Without such a care
And there he served little kids, And there he saw me
Sitting in the corner, As quiet as can be
I did not know who he was, But all I knew was his might
I began to feel those feelings, I had been hiding within my light
He gave his little speech, they cheered him such a store
He stood behind the counter, Watching you forever more
A little girl of five, You wander quietly
And take his little ticket, As quickly as can be
And the little girl, begins to fuss and beam
Constantly calling out, to her mummy in her screams
She picks up the knife, All covered in blood
The man falls to the ground, Red becomes the flood
And she just stands there, Her mummy comforts her so
Her shame now lost, Forever in a glow
And when the police question her, Security beware
The girl sits staring, at the teddy bear with care
And all she keeps repeating, Is just what he did
How he humilated her, The sin he hid
What he made her do, for that little ticket there
The torture that he gave, without such a care
And as the crowds dissapate, and wander back to home
The news stories told, repeated in chrome
And the police leave her be, For she is just a little girl
She jumps over skipping rope, she has a fringe with a curl
Saturday, June 16, 2012
Arrow in Her Back
Slowly standing, the lady in red
The forest in the foreground
The Tree back in stead
Its noisy She Says
As she whispers to you
Silently in a message
Here, I will support you
And you wonder who she is
And you wonder if she cares
Because darn wizz, you need someone there
She offers you a number
Sitting there hoping you call
For Her in her red dress
The arrow is about to fall
So the red dressed lady
Just sit here and waits
Capturing the moment
Before Love and Hate
The forest in the foreground
The Tree back in stead
Its noisy She Says
As she whispers to you
Silently in a message
Here, I will support you
And you wonder who she is
And you wonder if she cares
Because darn wizz, you need someone there
She offers you a number
Sitting there hoping you call
For Her in her red dress
The arrow is about to fall
So the red dressed lady
Just sit here and waits
Capturing the moment
Before Love and Hate
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Tuesday, August 16, 2011
A friend
She screams at you every night
And cuddles you every day
And cries beneath the sheets
In some fantastic way
And she makes you go here and there
And she flits without such a care
And she runs around full steam ahead
And throws around that brown little bear
And she sits and stares at little white balloon
And cries and howls at the full moon
And loves you with all delight
And then hates you with such sudden fright
And then finally after so many years
Of being forgotten through so many tears
You get reminded every now and again
You only need to look inside to find a lovely friend
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
Ice Tear Drop
She sits alone near the lake
Once happy here
The seasons change
And it is surrounded
By dead trees
And frosted nights
She revisited
In hopes, that the
Lake had unfrozen
That the waters shone again
But all that was left
Was her tear drop
Sliding across the ice.
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