Tag: Poems

Anxiety by Dawn Bland

(Guest Poem from Dawn Bland) Night time can be the worst, Your mind’s on overdrive, It’s almost going to burst. Everyone you know, Is doing exactly what you can’t, Sleeping soundly. No one’s around to listen to you rant, About all the mistakes of today. And all the worries, Some times about yesterday, When mostly your drowned, In sorrow and…

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,…

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…

With a thousand fears on visions face

Time has no sympathy for old men, The walker on deserted shorelines leaving no footprint, The parrot and the patriot no longer talk.   There are those who talk of tomorrow, there are those who talk of the past, then there are those who just talk.   I once knew a place called England, England where the air was alive…

As Rare As Summer Snow

(Written for a friend who walked into the sea one day in 1967 and kept walking!) A top hat floating on the water Nothing left there, Just our total despair, And the wind, Your old umbrella gone, Misty solitudes sand in our shoes, Where did you go? I do not know from where your garments of rainbow came, Will they…

Cruel Time

Who am I to ask God for favors’? When the aging are made living skeletons in human flesh, and sit in ‘Care Homes’ lined up like the condemned before a firing squad. How can I pray, ‘not me please, let me escape’? Where did this deep-seated ego come from, that pretends that I matter more than a fellow human being?…

MADMAN’S BRIDE

SHE WALKS WITH LIES AND EXPECTATION ‘CROSS FIELDS OF FISCAL LOVE, SHE COMES WITH GIFTS OF CERTAINTIES AND MOUNTAIN CAKE PROMISES. THE CAPITALIST CONFETTI FALLS ON HER LUST FILLED HEAD, POWER AND MADNESS HER WEDDING RING. WITH EVANGELICAL FERVOUR SHE STALKS THE LIVING DEAD, HER BEAUTY MAKES THE MEN IN SUITS CRAWL ON BROKEN GLASS TO RECEIVE HER FAVOURS. A…

Life

Some people think they have solutions to life. Jogging is one. I feel compelled to say that after years of trying to get fit; this does not inspire me with confidence at all. I see some of these the poor wretches coming past my window, dragging their ghosts along. What tortured perverted mind could invent such a thing? The idea…