Wednesday, 19 September 2018

The Voices In My Head...



They are loudest

When my eyes are closed

When a window to this world

Is denied them

When they can no longer seek

To manipulate

Those before them

But are forced to suffer

The crazed outrages

Of their own company




Poem only © Copyright Lynn Gerrard




Thursday, 13 September 2018

No One...





No one puts 'BECOME HOMELESS' on their 'To Do' list.

No one in the educational community offers a 'GATEWAY TO HOMELESSNESS' as part of their curriculum.

No one in the careers field suggests 'HOMELESSNESS' as a vocational option.

No one encourages their child to 'BE HOMELESS' when they grow up.

NO ONE!


And there's a reason for that...


Homelessness

Is not an aspiration

It's a dire

And desperate

Choiceless situation

So don't judge

Don't ignore

Don't walk on by

If someone's out there

Struggling

There is a reason why

But you don't need to know it

Their business is their own

Just maybe stop

And have a chat

Help change homelessness

To HOME.







Poem only © Copyright Lynn Gerrard

Tuesday, 11 September 2018

The Passing...



Oh, to be

Loved

With such depth

As to be forever

Hated

For my passing



Poem only © Copyright Lynn Gerrard

Tuesday, 4 September 2018

Yes I Must Dust!...


(There's a wonderful poem by Rose Milligan called 'Dust If You Must'...(do seek it out)...and one day, my eldest sent it to me after she'd invited me to a social thing and I'd declined 'cos I was busy cleaning. This was my tongue-in-cheek reply to her)


Yes I must dust

To appease the demon

That stresses me out

If I cease the cleanin'


Yes I must dust

'Cos if I want the time

To enjoy life's pleasures

I must first vanquish grime


Yes I must dust

Regardless of weather

'Cos that's what helps me

Keep my shit together


Yes I must dust

So bear in mind, please

You would dust too

If you had OCD's




Poem only © Copyright Lynn Gerrard




Monday, 27 August 2018

Fragility...





If we look deeply enough

Into the other's eyes

We will see reflected

The fragility

Of our own mortality

Is that not reason enough

To savour life

Rather than

Destroy it?




Poem only © Copyright Lynn Gerrard

Thursday, 23 August 2018

Who Cares For The Carer?...



Who cares for the carer

When they're feeling low

When their energy's zapped

And their flow's on go slow

When smiles hide their tears

And laughter their pain

When they long for the norm

And they're drooping and drained

When they won't show they're weary

And starting to wilt

'Cos the feelings they're feeling

Are each edged with guilt

As they worry their loved one

Might think they're a burden

When the truth is the carer

Is hurt at their hurtin'

And wishes their suffering

Was transferred to them

So their loved one was happy

And healthy again

And despite carers bones

Being aching and strained

They'd do all they're doing

Again and again

For the love of their loved one

Knowing they'd do likewise

THAT'S who cares for the carer

Through their own caring eyes




Poem only © Copyright Lynn Gerrard

Tuesday, 21 August 2018

Slave To Censorship...



I'm a slave to censorship

I can't say shit

In case you're offended

By my colloquialistic quip



I'm a slave to censorship


Must be careful when I joke


Can't have you sensitive hypocrites 

Complaining I'm having a poke!



I'm a slave to censorship

And the social media prudes

Reporting ART on Facebook

For 'containing semi-nudes!'



I'm a slave to censorship

Mustn't voice my personal views

Even though we all know

You feel the same way too!



I'm a slave to censorship

In a world of claim and compensation

In case you rush me off to court

For causing aggravation 



I'm a slave to censorship

In a world that's too PC

But then again who gives a fuck?

Most certainly not me!





Poem only © Copyright Lynn Gerrard