Submissions by Jenny1959
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Sing No Sad Songs
Sing no sad songs when I pass
As sunlight filters through stained glass
Though you look upon me as I lay
In front of you all on this mournful day
Think of times recent and of times past
Think only of me when you saw me last
Full of life and fun and love
Before my journey up above
Think of all the times we had
Some were joyous, many sad
The beautiful places that we went
The camping trip to picturesque Kent
The occasional times when we fell out
When your mind was filled with doubt
But our differences we...
As sunlight filters through stained glass
Though you look upon me as I lay
In front of you all on this mournful day
Think of times recent and of times past
Think only of me when you saw me last
Full of life and fun and love
Before my journey up above
Think of all the times we had
Some were joyous, many sad
The beautiful places that we went
The camping trip to picturesque Kent
The occasional times when we fell out
When your mind was filled with doubt
But our differences we...
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P T S D -My Enemy
Each and every day
I have people judging me
But they don't understand
Why I have P.T.S.D
I have sudden bursts of anger
But I’ll do you no harm
It suddenly envelops me
I don't mean to cause alarm
When I suffer flashbacks
They seem all too real
Past events come back to haunt me
Though my fears I will conceal
I suffer sleep disturbance
So I’m tired all the time
I fall asleep mid-conversation
I'm worn-out, is it a crime?
Sometimes I feel like I’m in a film
And I’m not really here
I...
I have people judging me
But they don't understand
Why I have P.T.S.D
I have sudden bursts of anger
But I’ll do you no harm
It suddenly envelops me
I don't mean to cause alarm
When I suffer flashbacks
They seem all too real
Past events come back to haunt me
Though my fears I will conceal
I suffer sleep disturbance
So I’m tired all the time
I fall asleep mid-conversation
I'm worn-out, is it a crime?
Sometimes I feel like I’m in a film
And I’m not really here
I...
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I'm Disabled, Not Stupid
Some people can be so ignorant
I know they're not to blame
They see me in my wheelchair
And say “Aw, isn't it a shame”?
I say “Hello, I’m fine”
And you don't know what to do
Just because I am disabled
Don't assume my brain is too
Whenever you get stressed
You can walk along the beach
With no facilities for the disabled
To me it’s out of reach
I'd like to go on holidays
But I stay at home instead
Because no matter where I go
I need a hoist to go to bed
My bowel and my bladder
Are...
I know they're not to blame
They see me in my wheelchair
And say “Aw, isn't it a shame”?
I say “Hello, I’m fine”
And you don't know what to do
Just because I am disabled
Don't assume my brain is too
Whenever you get stressed
You can walk along the beach
With no facilities for the disabled
To me it’s out of reach
I'd like to go on holidays
But I stay at home instead
Because no matter where I go
I need a hoist to go to bed
My bowel and my bladder
Are...
#disability
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The Old Lady Down The Street
A curled-up bundle of skin and hair
Adorns the window-seat
The sorry remains of Kitty
The old lady down the street
To those who saw her struggle daily
With her heavy shopping trolley
All of her ignorant neighbours
And her estranged sister Polly
To all of the people
Who used to stand and laugh
Here lies Kitty, loner Kitty
Written on her epitaph
Kitty was a lonely soul
No family or friends had she
Only the teenagers two doors down
Tony, Beth and Marie
They'd pop in on pension day
And ask...
Adorns the window-seat
The sorry remains of Kitty
The old lady down the street
To those who saw her struggle daily
With her heavy shopping trolley
All of her ignorant neighbours
And her estranged sister Polly
To all of the people
Who used to stand and laugh
Here lies Kitty, loner Kitty
Written on her epitaph
Kitty was a lonely soul
No family or friends had she
Only the teenagers two doors down
Tony, Beth and Marie
They'd pop in on pension day
And ask...
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Pension Day at the Post-Office
Today is Monday, pension day
Tommy is standing in the queue
Behind him is his neighbour
Who everyone calls Nosey Sue
In front of him is Carol
Who works in the general dealers
He saw her in town the other day
In her clapped-out Reliant three-wheeler
The queue is getting longer
And the odour isn't nice
It’s a mixture of sweat and eau de cologne
And some guy is wearing 'old spice'
Carol turns to Tommy and says
“There’s a lot of bills that need paying”
He sees Sue listen attentively
To hear what they are...
Tommy is standing in the queue
Behind him is his neighbour
Who everyone calls Nosey Sue
In front of him is Carol
Who works in the general dealers
He saw her in town the other day
In her clapped-out Reliant three-wheeler
The queue is getting longer
And the odour isn't nice
It’s a mixture of sweat and eau de cologne
And some guy is wearing 'old spice'
Carol turns to Tommy and says
“There’s a lot of bills that need paying”
He sees Sue listen attentively
To hear what they are...
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Poor Jane Doe
Poor Jane Doe lies on a slab
When they found her she looked drab
Worn-out clothes and no I.D.
No purse, no money, no front-door key
Surely someone wonders where she's at?
Even if it’s just her cat
Her red hair matted to her head
When found, the pavement was her bed
Her eyes were closed, though eggshell blue
Heel all worn down on one shoe
Caesarean scar and bladder full
Long hairline fracture in her skull
Injury caused by blunt force
Inflictor will feel no remorse
Spleen is split almost in half
Purple...
When they found her she looked drab
Worn-out clothes and no I.D.
No purse, no money, no front-door key
Surely someone wonders where she's at?
Even if it’s just her cat
Her red hair matted to her head
When found, the pavement was her bed
Her eyes were closed, though eggshell blue
Heel all worn down on one shoe
Caesarean scar and bladder full
Long hairline fracture in her skull
Injury caused by blunt force
Inflictor will feel no remorse
Spleen is split almost in half
Purple...
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The Empty Wardrobe
The Empty Wardrobe
I look in the empty wardrobe
And it looks so bare
I remember all of the clothes
That used to hang in there
The coat you wore to walk the dog
And the one you wore for best
The hat you always loved to wear
I said it looked like a bird’s nest
The blouse with lace you wore for weddings
And the jacket made of tweed
The numerous scarves of many colours
How many did you need?
Your faded wedding dress
That you hoped one day I’d wear
The veil to match hung with it
And the pearl...
I look in the empty wardrobe
And it looks so bare
I remember all of the clothes
That used to hang in there
The coat you wore to walk the dog
And the one you wore for best
The hat you always loved to wear
I said it looked like a bird’s nest
The blouse with lace you wore for weddings
And the jacket made of tweed
The numerous scarves of many colours
How many did you need?
Your faded wedding dress
That you hoped one day I’d wear
The veil to match hung with it
And the pearl...
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Why can't I sleep
Why, oh why can't I get to sleep?
I've tried everything like counting backwards
And even counting sheep
Lavender oil on pillow
Or a hot and milky drink
Why is it when I go to bed
I always lay and think?
Have I locked all the doors
And switched off all the lights?
Tired all the next day
Due to sleepless nights
I really need to switch off
From the worries of the day
But things that have happened
On my mind they play
I need to cut down on my caffeine
Cos my B.P. is...
I've tried everything like counting backwards
And even counting sheep
Lavender oil on pillow
Or a hot and milky drink
Why is it when I go to bed
I always lay and think?
Have I locked all the doors
And switched off all the lights?
Tired all the next day
Due to sleepless nights
I really need to switch off
From the worries of the day
But things that have happened
On my mind they play
I need to cut down on my caffeine
Cos my B.P. is...
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Depression Isn't catching
Molly suffers from depression
She's had it for ages
It's okay to sit next to her
What she's got isn't contagious
She sees you look at her with pity
But that isn't what she needs
She tries to look after herself
Her appearance it misleads
She feels constantly tired
The fatigue it gets her down
She hopes she might feel better
If she has a trip into town
She thinks that she might pop
Into the cafe for a bite
But since she's been depressed
She hasn't had much appetite
A good night's sleep ...
She's had it for ages
It's okay to sit next to her
What she's got isn't contagious
She sees you look at her with pity
But that isn't what she needs
She tries to look after herself
Her appearance it misleads
She feels constantly tired
The fatigue it gets her down
She hopes she might feel better
If she has a trip into town
She thinks that she might pop
Into the cafe for a bite
But since she's been depressed
She hasn't had much appetite
A good night's sleep ...
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Victim
I remember as a little girl
On a visit to an aunt’s friends house
I was sitting reading a story book
As quiet as a mouse
I asked to be pardoned
To go to the loo
They were all playing dominoes
So I knew what I must do
I opened up the door
And placed my foot on the first stair
Then I heard someone in a low voice say
“Are you sure that she's all there”?
I felt a tear run down my cheek
I was doing what I ought
Only speaking when I was spoken to
That's what I was taught
When I’d done what I had...
On a visit to an aunt’s friends house
I was sitting reading a story book
As quiet as a mouse
I asked to be pardoned
To go to the loo
They were all playing dominoes
So I knew what I must do
I opened up the door
And placed my foot on the first stair
Then I heard someone in a low voice say
“Are you sure that she's all there”?
I felt a tear run down my cheek
I was doing what I ought
Only speaking when I was spoken to
That's what I was taught
When I’d done what I had...
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Feeling rough
Feeling Rough
Sore throat, runny nose,
Could be a cold I suppose,
Or could it be influenza?
I think I need a detox cleanser
Turmeric, folic acid, gingko leaf
I'm feeling rough beyond belief
High B.P. and heart attack
Been called a hypochondriac
Gout in toe, earache
I never know what to take
Rheumatism in both knees
That Ibuprofen gel seems to ease
All my ailments could fill a page
My greatest one is called old-age.
Sore throat, runny nose,
Could be a cold I suppose,
Or could it be influenza?
I think I need a detox cleanser
Turmeric, folic acid, gingko leaf
I'm feeling rough beyond belief
High B.P. and heart attack
Been called a hypochondriac
Gout in toe, earache
I never know what to take
Rheumatism in both knees
That Ibuprofen gel seems to ease
All my ailments could fill a page
My greatest one is called old-age.
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My Dad, the Coalman
My Dad, the Coalman
My father was a coalman ,when I was a little girl
Five ‘o’ clock each morning, coal-sacks on his shoulder he would hurl
Behind the wheel of a lorry at fourteen years of age
No driving licence did he have, for he was under-age
My dad he was a strapping lad, what you would call robust
Handsome, though you couldn't tell, face covered in coal-dust
When he would come home at night, he was quite a scary sight
All I could see was big brown eyes and teeth so pearly-white
He'd perch me on his saddle and wheel me up and...
My father was a coalman ,when I was a little girl
Five ‘o’ clock each morning, coal-sacks on his shoulder he would hurl
Behind the wheel of a lorry at fourteen years of age
No driving licence did he have, for he was under-age
My dad he was a strapping lad, what you would call robust
Handsome, though you couldn't tell, face covered in coal-dust
When he would come home at night, he was quite a scary sight
All I could see was big brown eyes and teeth so pearly-white
He'd perch me on his saddle and wheel me up and...
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