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Poetic Texts – How Loving Words Are The Sharpest Sword

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Poetic texts are beautiful heart stopping messages when you receive one from the love of your life. Knowing that each word was chosen with care makes it so much more of a loving message.

We’ve all sent romantic messages which we would not want anyone other than the recipient to see. Private expressions of love and lust. Flirty wordplay. Pleas and promises.

Roses Are Red, Violets Are blue….You Love Me and I Love You

Harmless exchanges between two people.

Harmless?

But when those same poetic texts get released into the public domain, they suddenly seem cheap and embarrassing. Loving words lose their rosy glow and reveal the gaudy plastic beneath once exposed to the glare of ridicule and analysis.

Royalty and celebrities, sportsmen and dignitaries – anyone who rises above life’s parapets – must regret penning or typing those gooey sentiments once the shine has rubbed off a relationship. What would be an office giggle for a day or so becomes a media storm when you are a “celeb”. The chance to embarrass someone who has “risen above” the rest of us brings out the worst in the gutter press.

There have been messages and poems written by people famed for things other than writing appear in public recently. Poetic texts revealing the writer’s desires, the private language the couple are comfortable with. Poems written by actors and sportsmen. All held up for scrutiny – inviting ridicule and derision for lines which actually are not that bad, and are often not our business anyway.

A recent court case apparently necessitated the publication of private messages. They appeared in newspapers and online. Who decided that? Who wanted to embarrass the other? How much money changed hands?

Roses Are Red, Violets Are Blue, I Love You – But I Love Her Too

Vengeance in the Public Domain

The sweetest break-up pay back must be forwarding love poetry to “interested parties” – like revenge porn without the risk of prosecution. Especially if there is another love interest already installed. No-one wants to see the sweet nothings that their current was sending the ex!

Roses Are Red, Violets Are Blue, She’s So Much Better In Bed Than You

When Words Become a Sword!

Then there’s the times when the fickle, wandering S in WORDS turns them into a SWORD!

Words used as a sword can take longer to heal than bruises. Most people react to physical pain with anger, lashing out in return and burning up the adrenaline. A blazing row allows both sides to shout words which they would not use in measured speech. They have burned off the heat. And both have said things they wish they had not.

But they are equal.

Poetic texts can hurt

Sometimes it is OneSided

Not everyone allows their tongue such freedom. Nor can the tongue always answer back. The cold, slow spreading venom of an unchallenged verbal assault leaves the recipient doubting their own self-worth. The confidence shattering barrage of cruelty rattles and scratches its way around the psyche, growing and festering, staining the days or months ahead with dark self-doubt.

Receiving such wounds on a personal phone or computer is the rape of a private space. It takes a strong personality to delete and forget – and then not to fear each message alert. Carrying around a source of shame, allowing the dark insidious messages to drip their filth into the spirit.

Scratches Are Red, Bruises Are Blue, Want A Few More? I Bet You Do!

Although a bruise is obvious, carrying a phone with spite calling from the screen is humiliating. No-one can see the message. And yet it feels screamed to the world. It is a dirty little secret, an uneasy conspiracy between bully and bullied – the latter possibly more afraid of revealing the truth.

A verbal assault in the home suddenly changes a safe haven into a place of tension. Familiar objects in the line of sight during the attack trigger memories and repeat the words back.

Physical violence is something that the world quite rightly unites against, but that same world will read the nastiest words and – just for a second – stop to wonder if they have truth in them. There is something about words that gives them authority. They will glance at the victim with an unspoken question before gathering themselves to offer support.

It is emotionally safer to bear the abuse alone.

Roses Are Red, Violets Are Blue, I know Where You Are…I’m Following You

The shame of revealing it can be more difficult than hiding it.

Poetic Texts can Bite Back

It’s sad – but you have to totally trust the recipient of your more heartfelt messages. Or be prepared to see them again should things go wrong.

Your Face Will Be Red, Your Language Blue, When You See What I’ve Told The Press About You!

Words can be powerful weapons! Use them with care.


People with dementia can use harsh words – they cannot be held responsible for them but it can still hurt to hear it. Help your family through with this eBook “Why Doesn’t Granny Know Me Now?” Using my experience as a Dementia Care Coach, Midday Supervisor at a Primary School and Mother, I have written an eBook explaining dementia to children. Three fun rhymes with informative text will open the door to honest discussion.

Here are some short poems.

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Waiting For Death ? Let’s talk about it!

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Waiting for death is not polite conversation is it? Well…here I go again…

It can be one of the worst times of anyone’s life – waiting for death.

For the person about to pass, it may be a time of confusion or pain. Perhaps spent in a clinical setting with unfamiliar noises and faces. Too it could be a time of sharp clarity, where life becomes an unfinished story about to end.

For their friends and family, it can also be a time of confusion where thoughts and emotions conflict. Wanting the person to hang on for another hour, another day, brings with it the knowledge that those wishes prolong pain. Conversely, compassionately hoping for a speedy passing opens up feelings of guilt akin to considering murder.

We don’t talk about death…… we don’t talk to the dying

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A Day of Reflection – what poetry is all about

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Our government has announced a day of reflection. Just one day? Reflection is what poetry is all about. Every day. A poem is a comment on an aspect of life.

March 23rd is a National Day of Reflection. Namely a day dedicated to remembering the victims of Covid 19 and the bereaved families. Also, the people who worked throughout the pandemic, battling their own worries about transmitting the virus along with staff shortages and constantly changing working practice.

I was in the front line for much of it – care home management is a difficult balancing act at the best of times. This was the worst of times!!

What will I reflect on?

But what will I take away from the period to reflect on in the years to come? Oh it’s not pretty! You can read a full account on Through-The-Glass, where I post random rants and life comments. I’ll link out to that later. But here is a flavour:

She smiled from behind the mask
Her voice soothed his troubled mind
And brought him out of the living torment of his past
To the comfort of words that were kind
But meant nothing.
And yet – there was something –
A memory, perhaps a mother,
A worried lover,
Someone who cared enough to wait,
To pray that his fate was not to fall,
He met her tired eyes and behind her, the medals proudly hung on the wall
Heroes all.
And yet, a call from a hack
"You all lack compassion - 
It's become a fashion to neglect and abuse,
It's all over the news...do you have anything to say?"
Sir, go away: we've more important things to do
Than to be misquoted by you.
Please tell the world we're decent souls
Underpaid for challenging roles
Who are here when others aren't.
We know the rules, understand they can't.
But we're surely worth some gratitude, not your filthy attitude!,
So please, let us do what we do
We're far too busy to be judged by you!

We did not ask to be heroes! I need to reflect on my anger!

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Poetry For Women- the female bites back!

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Poetry for women has changed over the years. It was sugary-sweet and “all things nice”. Many women were gentle little home-makers. A bit giggly and prone to fainting fits. But somewhere between burning our bras and demanding the same respect we taught our daughters to expect, us ladies have found our voices!

I often speak through my poetry – I called my women’s poetry page Girls Talk.

These two words form the title of one of my poetry collections. The collection is about what women say to each other. Or, as likely, ABOUT each other! Poetry for women in other words.

But those two words – Girls Talk- can be interpreted in different ways.

Girls Talk!

If “Talk” is a verb, then – as anyone will testify – girls certainly do talk. They talk about the mundane matters of life – the weather, stains on laundry, how to bake that perfect cake, nappy rash. I am not saying that the mundane is solely the preserve of the female, nor that baking is insignificant. Simply that those are matters are examples which may enter the conversations of a group of women.

But underneath the inane chatter is often a mastermind at work.

You see, women are good at body language. They are really good at hearing the unsaid. They may not know what it is they have noticed, but they will sense that something is rippling beneath the surface. And they will worry at it like a terrier bitch until they’ve unravelled the secret.

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The Amazing Power of Poetry

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The Amazing Power of Poetry

Poetry has superpowers. It smashes down walls, builds bridges and burns itself into the memory with the fire of a branding iron. Poetry can leave grown men weeping and bring a smile to the mouths of the most sullen. Whether it grabs the attention with a steady, snappy, syncopated beat or leaves you wanting more as it quietly weaves a misty, meandering tangled web of emotion and longing, poetry speaks to you.

And we all need someone to speak to us.


Poetry can help communication with people with dementia

The spoken word can be a barrier for some sections of society, very young children or older people with communication failure.

In my time working with elderly and young people, I have found that rhyme and rhythm can open doors and allow interaction and connection. Music and song are widely recognised as keys to unlock communication; poetry can too.

The repetitive sounds of rhymes stimulate short term memory. A steady rhythmic beat soon attracts and holds the attention. Even if the ability to comprehend the language is not there, the rhyme and rhythm will bridge communication gaps.

And…as importantly…poems can be fun.

the power of poetry. A poem is often remembered into adulthood
From I book I remember well!

Nothing joins people together faster than a smile.

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The Poetic Artist, Abstract Poetry

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The poetic artist? Painting with words? You know the saying “A picture paints a thousand words.”.

It certainly does! After all, one can look at a picture and make up stories about the subject character. A painting can inspire as many ideas as the number of people who see it, for each will have their own interpretation.

Each picture is seen through the eyes of the beholder – and via their artistic opinions and preferences.

I enjoy taking photographs and then writing poems about them…a picture inspiring a thousand words. Well, almost that many.

But this being a poetry blog, let’s ask how many pictures can a poem paint?

I like to say that I paint with words. Each verse conjures up a mental image – particularly if the poem is like an abstract painting. But that mental image is open to so many different interpretations since there are no visual cues.

The mood of the verse, the colour of the poem and its surroundings, the strength of the words, the way they are spoken. It is different each time.

the poetic artist whole life poetry a moon through leaves
A photograph which could influence your interpretation of the mood of the poem

Every writer has a specific character in mind, a feeling, a message they wish to put across. But to make that too obvious is to leave the reader with no choice. In an abstract poem, the finer details are left to the person reading the poem; the poet invites them to join in with the writing. They subsequently become co-creators.

You see, the poetic artist is YOU!

You create the picture via the medium of words.

Want to be convinced?

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The poet R.S.Thomas – Inspiration amidst spiralling doubt

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Recently I had the honour of visiting the church where the poet R.S.Thomas spent time preaching. Reading through his poetry whilst immersed in the body of the whitewashed stone building where he questioned his life’s work as a minister of God put me closer to his words and their meaning.

This little blog post is not a biography, but a tribute from the heart and pen of someone who thinks she understands.

R.S. Thomas preached at St Hywyn church Aberdaron

The church of Saint Hywyn in Aberdaron is a deep grey sturdy building standing solidly on the cliff. Its exterior shouts of defiance in the face of many a winter storm. Built by a people who need nothing fancy to proclaim their faith, and who do not regard humility as weakness, the church was created to endure rather than impress.

It almost didn’t endure – it was in such a state of disrepair that a new church was built in Bodernaby. However, the people came back to St Hywyn’s and the restoration work was completed.

Internally, the space is bigger than the outside suggests. Once through the big door, it envelopes the spirit in a blanket of peace. The air moves freely – it gladly gives of itself to replenish the bodies of those who enter its space. It accepts the exhalation, soothing the troubles that are breathed into its midst. Then it hands us back the same experiences, wrapped in the gift paper of detachment. We can reopen our worries and see them through the eyes of God. What or whoever you deign God to be.

How insignificant so many of our petty concerns are.

As for the bigger ones, it helps just to feel that someone – or something – has listened.

The poet R.S.Thomas – his truth

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Poetic Confessions and Inspirations – painting with words

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Poetry is expressive language – painting with words. It is an art form where the picture is truly in the ears of the listener.

I had considered writing a blog for this site but what would a poetry blog be about? Initially it seemed impossible to write a diary for poems. But the more I thought about it, the more I realised that a blog would give me the chance to explain some of my passions and share inspirations.

Poetry blog. Sometimes the world seems upside down

Sometimes the world just seems upside down – I write about that too!

Poetry can be inspired by the big events, but more likely it is an overheard word or a random sight which develops into a thought which simply MUST be written about poetically. A blog could unwrap the behind-the-scenes roots of a new poem. Or explain why I write about a particular subject.

Read some of my pictures here!

I also find that what drives me is a desire to have a voice, to be allowed to express myself. A blog post can do that too.

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