Month: June 2017

The Friendship Café

(Guest Poem from Dawn Bland Written about Spectrum People’s Café & Chat) We all found a place, We talk, We support each other, Here at the Friendship Café we are all friends. No judging, Just supporting each other often getting that hug you really need If your head’s a mess, Here you feel not alone, No more isolation, Here at…

Words

(Guest Poem from Dawn Bland Written about Wakefield Baptist Church) I turned up here messed up, You took the time to support me and advise me You encouraged me, To put down in words how I felt inside; So I wrote my poems, I’d been isolating myself, No motivation, Low self-esteem, Lacking in confidence; But everyone here believed in me,…

Silence speaks a lot

Silence speaks through indifference, silence speaks through pain, and silence speaks where words fail, in the millionaire’s mansion or the jail. I know of men who should speak but they choose to relax their jaw, sometimes they make a peace, sometimes they make a war, sometimes they keep silent because to speak they do not dare, they can create an…

Break down the Barriers

(Guest Poem from Dawn Bland written about the support Dawn received from CAP Wakefield) Break down the Barriers smash down the walls; We need to get out there and spread the word! Stop the stigma, Educate people, Reach out; Life’s a struggle, We all need hope; Yes we are low on our luck, But there’s a reason I ended up…

Joker in the Pack

If they kill sick animals, why do you let me live on? I’m the joker in the pack tonight the last one they would bet upon. In the dead spotlight sick with cynicism, afraid to write my name, sick and tired of living. Shine your spotlight on me, I’m a joker, shine your spotlight on me I’m a joker in…

Joyful Light (Guest post by Alan Gray)

On a day around the beginning of October 201O I was cheerfully cleaning the windows of my conservatory when, from nowhere, a word that I am unaware of ever having heard before filled my brain. The word came so strongly to me that I had to keep saying it out loud. What the word meant I truly had no idea…

The 67 Wind

Far pervading fields of trees, a landscape with no hope, the trains no longer journey to the dreams of wonder smoke. The cynic speaks of youth naïve, innocence well lived, entrepreneurs’ make ‘Documentaries’ so full of lies hard to forgive. Now at this late hour, I weep at a place where we once grinned, yes, I’d give away the future,…

Outcast in gloom convulsing

One of the recurring thoughts that I find ghosting in my mind, is the horror of what, ‘Education’ meant to so many innocent souls in the 1950’s. That time cannot be imagined by the youth of today. This poem is an attempt to keep their memories alive. I solemnly assure you their hell was real and the brokenness they live…

For Nigel

A painted window touched by an old city streetlight, we wandered in obscurity looking for hope, we slept on cold church steps hungry and unseen. The world belonged to someone else, pigeons and seagulls woke us in the dull morning of a 1969 Bristol. Your kind eyes still haunt my waking thoughts; your orphan hopes still cut me. Deep in…

Memories of a Fatal Summer

Can the young know something beyond their years? We did. All the graces of heaven were ours when we sailed to Sanctuary Island, believing that we were forever. The flowers breathed on us that summer, pure and free, and you, the clown of all glory painted out landscape. Oh God, this silence, where ashes make torment and vast tracks lead…