Writer’s paradise of a day

Coffee while editing

Wine while reading

Easy-listening jazz 

The background soundscape

Blue lake and green trees 

The stunning-sight landscape

An escape

From regular routine

Simply wonderful and inspiring

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I haven’t written any poems that I like lately 

But still I keep on writing 

Because I figure if I keep on churning 

Eventually I’ll write something I like 

I’ll hit a stroke of gold 

Pen something worth sharing 

Write lines that have deep meaning 

I have to keep believing 

In the power of consistency 

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I’m acting as though when the clock strikes midnight

On the final day of May 

My ability to be a poet 

Will be stripped away 

Of course that’s not the case 

I will continue to be 

One who writes and shares poetry 

Only my income streams may need diversifying

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I keep thinking that I’ve been in this space for six months, but then I count it out

June July August September October November December January February 

Goodness me, can it be nine months? 

And does this mean I only have three remaining? 

My year of the poet will be over before I know it

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Pen to paper

Over and over

Committing to creativity

Not letting the missed days discourage me

Pressing on

Telling the story

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Last night I had a chat with a young woman

She is just seventeen 

It seems she is growing older 

And questioning what it means 

To find her place in the world 

To know herself apart from her younger friends 

To begin to dwell on adult things 

The maturity gap grows 

Her interests deviate 

She starts to feel like she can no longer relate 

The games seem childish 

The conversations seem shallow 

The environment has shifted 

She considers her tomorrows 

Still involved and outgoing and free

Yet considering who she wants to be 

Acknowledging the season shifting

A little worried about life changing

Relieved to simply express how she’s feeling

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I’m challenged by, 

What if this is what Jesus wanted? 

What if it’s enough for him 

To see Grannys socialising 

Sticking ribbon on plastic containers

Making wedding cards 

Painting rocks

Having a laugh 

Perhaps he delights in that 

In those women having a place to be

With some colouring and a cup of tea

Maybe my vision is too Spiritualized

So much that my eyes are blind 

To see the beauty of connection 

In those ladies’ interactions 

While I can’t understand or appreciate

Their small talk chit chat, 

It’s making a difference to their week 

It’s an opportunity for them to listen and to speak

I can see why I was upset

My expectations were not met 

But I can shift what I expect 

To be simply what I prefer 

Which then extends grace to those who differ

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Expectations have not been met

I’m sitting in frustration and disappointment

What I envisioned and hoped for

Has been sabotaged into something else
This might still be good, helpful to some

But I want to see Kingdom Come!

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“I want to be with you,”

I said,

Through sniffs and tears,

“I want to be with you, 

For another eighty years.”

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Today I’ve come for a walk

Despite the wind gusts

To say ‘hello Ocean’ 

And feel some sun on my skin

To smell the freshly cut grass

And listen to the birds sing

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