Live for the moment

We live our lives in the fast lane, our children’s lives seem to stretch out such a long way, just as our own had done. Before we know it time has flown along. We make sure we are pleasing as many as we can as often as we can. I know for me I have come to realize that I must please myself. To slow down, to not dash around, for the things I don’t have time for today will most likely still be there tomorrow.

I’m going to try and live for the moment, not live in the past or worry about the future. Or at least give it a go.

Live for the Moment

Does time fly when we are having fun?  As a child it seems to fly

We want our school days to go fast and our weekends to go slowly

And our holidays to almost stop as we revel in our fun.

Yes it flies when we were having fun.

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As they say time waits for no one, we watch our children grow so fast

We rush around working and building our lives.

Our children finish school and college and start working

Before we know it they are married with children of their own. Why didn’t time wait?

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How often are we aware that times run out? Is it when we look in the mirror?

Who is the face that’s looking at me? When did those lines appear?

I’m stopping time now; I’m getting right off this fast world.

I’m going the smell the roses, see the colours and live for the moment.

I’ve heard it all before

When we fall for another person, what we see is skin deep, as we get to know them we realise that people are complex.

People tell lies, little white ones to protect themselves and others. then they tell the whacking corkers that sting and hurt.

I often wonder do they always realise they are telling lies or have they got so used to telling them that they become the lie?

I wrote this some time ago,  I still don’t have an answer to the question.

                                                              

                                             I’ve heard it all before.

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The lie that you told me was it the first or the last

Did you realise it would hurt and cause me terrible pain?

Did you know you that it flowed out of your mouth with such ease?

Were you wrapped up in it so completely it felt like the truth?

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You’ve tangled yourself up in a web of deceit

A white lie, a grey one and now it’s turned black

I think you believe you’re genuine with your words

I am amazed your actually two different people

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The one man that lies hurts beyond belief

It ties my stomach in knots its makes me feel sick

The anxiety panics me you betray so much

I wish you would stop causing me so much pain

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The second man is truthful and good

His words lift me and light up my life

They make me feel happy, a warm glow wraps around me

You make me feel special and wanted

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I have two choices to so what shall I choose?

I can stay with a liar and lead a life of pain

I could choose to cut you dead and leave you out of my life

The second would cause me such sadness

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The part of you that is truthful is loving and kind

He treats me with the most amazing respect

Please put the liar back in the box and turn over a new leaf

Make the truthful one strong, be mine.

Chat to Correspondence

During our lives there are people who stay with us and those that pass through. Very often when we have helped them all that we can, they leave us. We might be sad but we know that we have done all that we can do for them.

I like to think that I have played a healing part in their lives and they are ready to take new steps alone.

This poem I wrote for someone who was an important part of my life, but no longer needs me in hers.

Chat to Correspondence

It started with Hi on a single text, it made me smile

It was the first step, a starting point

I replied Hi, it wasn’t a bolt of lightening

The gentle start was just what I was looking for.

 

Excitedly it became more, you wanted to know me

You needed a friend, I was happy to be one

You suggested email as you said it would be easier,

Why I thought, it’s not instant, but it was.

 

You emailed me constantly, frenzied and fast

I responded with the same amount of excitement and speed

Your world was falling apart, you needed to download

All I could do was listen, by reading your words.

 

You sounded panicky, in pain needing a release

There was nothing really I could do from this side of the screen

I could feel your pain, your anxiety your distress

I sat here feeling useless and inadequate

 

The chat stopped, instantly like losing a limb

There was nothing at all, I kept looking

I waited, I ached, I worried, I wondered

What had happened to you? Where were you? Did you still need me?

 

Finally a solitary email arrived

The tune had changed you were different

You found your strength, you found a voice again

There was no more chat between us

 

I’ve done my job, I step back, slightly sad

I helped you grow, I’m not needed anymore

I have lost a friend, but I know there are more to gain

Your chat now is just correspondence, I am pleased you are yourself again

Turn the Tables

Having spoken to my closest friend, I understand her dilema and her need to have confidence and believe in herself.

So this poem I dedicate to her.

Turn the Tables

You slammed the door as you entered the house,

You drag your dirty shoes across the new carpet.

“WHATS FOR DINNER’ you shout at me,

You couldn’t even say hello, how was your day.

 

‘I’m not cooking’ I tell you gently

‘I still have several hours of work to do yet.’’

You turn without looking at me and stomp out of the room,

 “THERE’S NOTHING HERE TO EAT’, your bellowing bounces off the wall.

 

‘YOU WILL HAVE TO GO SHOPPING’ you spit the words out.

‘I can’t, I’m tired from work, I’ve just got in, I have too much to do right now.’

IT’S ALL ABOUT YOU ISN’T IT; IT’S ALWAYS ALL ABOUT YOU.

I can see anger flaring up in your eyes.

 

I shake; I tremble, I shrink back into my skin,

Is it all about me? I think to myself

Am I being selfish or rude or unkind?

The guilt flows through every part of my body, I feel I’ve failed.

 

I step back and stare, my thoughts start to unwind

It’s not me; I realize it’s not me at all, I am the Mother;

This is my house now, I earn the money, I pay the bills

I am tired of being treated with no respect

 

I stand opposite you, “Look at me” I say

“You are my son and you are selfish and unpleasant right now.”

I want a warm happy place to come home to.

So here on in, I would like support, respect and kindness,

My love for you never falters, but it’s time to put your anger away.

The power of words

From elegance of a poem, coming out of my comfort zone for a short story or to the greatness of a novel. I share my love of writing on this blog.

I am mine

You are mine, the wind whispered through the trees,

The sun danced on the grave stones focusing my eyes,

It darted from side to side; I felt a shiver down my spine, despite the day’s warmth.

 

You are mine; the seagulls screeched their song from the sky,

As I stood there wandering what to do now,

You are mine, the church bells chimed and sang their song, it echoed in my ears.

 

I wanted to run, to be free to be alone, not joined to anyone.

I moved hesitantly towards the new grave, you are mine the flowers whispered to me.

I knelt down and held my head in my hands and stared.

 

NO I shouted, I’m not yours, I shook as my voice was found.

You are gone and in the ground, for you can’t control, we are none for I am mine

 I am mine alone you see, my dear sweet twin, finally I belong to me.