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Poetry in the Raw
On this site i would like to put just a few tasters of the kind of poetry I write. Here are details of my books, web-links are below;
Silent Witness...................Nature's Repose
ISBN: 0975830872............An English Woman's Home
Written for all those............ISBN 0975846426
kids I have sheltered
and worked with.
I have just signed a 5yr contract with Publish America, they are publishing my 3rd book (Psuedo Love)that will be available in the next 2-3wks on Amazon.com
SHOUT ABOUT IT!!
I am a poet and of that I am proud.
I use my work to SHOUT out loud.
Of mans inhumanity to man for one.
Injustice to the vulnerable that is done.
Domestic violence! What’s that you say.
It’s not happening to you? Of that I pray.
Someone somewhere is screaming, crying.
A real person somewhere is bleeding, dying.
A child leaves the womb with a mighty yell.
Then into the hands of a perpetrator fell.
Demoralised put down offended abused.
Their young little lives just being used.
All abuse whether to big people or small.
To our human senses should totally appal.
Can we walk to a bar or have fun tonight.
When someone! Somewhere, is cowering in fright.
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Angel on My Pillow; Trilogy
(1)
There's an angel on my pillow, right beside my head.
There's an angel on my pillow, that's what mummy said.
She said if your heart were hurting, they’d see what they could do.
Angel's on your pillow can make your wishes come true.
So I going to ask that angel, the biggest wish there could be.
I going to ask that angel to bring my mummy back to me.
(2)
There's an angel on my pillow, there's an angel on my bed
Are angels really angels, or people who are dead.
Are they like a rainbow, brightening up the sky.
Are they in a ladybird or a beautiful butterfly?
Are they in some people, a thought crossed my mind.
I have met some people that are beautiful, angelic and kind
(3)
There's an angel on my pillow, there's an angel at my side.
Helps to think she's standing there, when life makes me tired.
When I feel I've suffered, can't really take any more.
I hope my little angel will open up the door.
The door will lead to a garden, much beauty there to see.
I know my little angel has reserve a place for me
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