Saturday 16 March 2013

Telling it like it is

A friend I hadn’t spoken to in over a year, contacted me and shared some devastating news with me.  Well I told it like it was, which didn’t go down too well, I even added a few choice swear words.  To make my point.  (I hardly ever swear, I am often offended when I hear too many offensive words) but occasionally I find I have to, just to make my point.  Originally posted 15th March, but I have no idea where it went, when I checked the following morning it wasn’t on fb.  I know I posted it I was extremely tired, but I insisted on posting it.  Much to my daughters delight who was insisting I posted it so she could stay up late watching ‘Comic Relief’  (I am on to her)  I always tune in.  Like most people I find a lot of the reports very disturbing, that’s what poverty some are forced to live in.  The presenter made a point that was the bases for my poem ‘I believe hell is here’.  We can be born anywhere in the world it so happens the people who read this will be born with a lot of privileges that we take for granted.  It’s random all random!




#42 Fake Friends
I am not a ‘Yes Friend’
I am the straight no nonsense,
You will listen to it whether you want to listen Friend
I am not the ATM friend
But I will cook you a good meal Friend
I won’t be on the phone day and night
Chatting ish friend
I am a few select words,
Golden boot in the mouth award friend
I am not the ‘I think that is a bad idea’
but let’s see how it turns out Friend
I am not the let me drive my car friend
But if there is somewhere you wanna go
I will take you there Friend
I am not that “Whay how dat dress look
good on you Friend!”
Then gone around the corner
double up and bend Friend
I am not the I been through that Friend
But no mine was worse friend
I can chat on and on , but then I know when
To shut-up and listen friend
Hey what do you know people want fake Friends
I don’t do that
Strangely enough I don’t have a lot of Friends

Young Poet in the Making

The DLR

My daughter wanted to start her own blog , but at 8 she is too young. I have agreed to post this so she can get feedback. She wrote this after 1 journey on the DLR. If you have never rode on the DLR Firstly Shame on you. Either way this captures the experience very well





#3 The DLR
On the DLR it’s very weird
There is no driver it’s like they disappeared
Till the driver disappeared I took their place
The lady behind me said “easy does it”
I turned my head round
It made me lose concentration
I done a bad bend.
As we came to the station
I forgot to pull up
It was n’t good
Now I've disappointed my whole neighbourhood

Name: Riyana
Age: 8



Children are a Gift









Taking Children For Granted

We are told as Women that to be fulfilled we must have children.  What if you can’t have children?  There is a large group of women who have difficulties in conceiving, being pregnant and carrying babies full term.  Then there are those women who have experienced miscarriages, or still birth.  I have two beautiful children, I cannot imagine my life without them, they complete me!

Growing up I was a bit of a TomBoy never dreaming of being a Mother or even getting married.  Yet I have had the good fortune to be blessed with children.

Imagine if all you wanted to do was to have children and you simply couldn’t. They say everything is for a reason.  Some things are just simply unfair....

Baby Blues posted fb 26/03/13
#53 Baby Blues

She has been waiting a lifetime
To receive that child
She has done everything she can
Even found herself a loving man
Yet still she waits
Others are succeeding
Almost flaunting their successes
Before her right in her face
Have they no compassion?
Taking them out
Dressing them up
Some people get all the luck
She waited and waited
Maybe having children was overrated
She will find something else to do
They were everywhere
Reminding her, of her failings
Of this thing she couldn't do
Of a life she never knew