Life in degrees is a personal poetry and occasional short story blog .
Life is seen in many different ways or degrees and with the help of poetry, stories, music and art we may view it from many perspectives.
Poetry is medication for the soul

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Thursday, 5 July 2018

The Human Factory

The Human Factory

Tall intimidating bricks breathing history

The factory of life, birth, death and strife,

Manned by white-coated men of mysteries,

Hopefully, we emerge fresh and free,

Never to return, not guaranteed!

Life travels at quite a pace,

Accidents and incidents happen in the race,

Bones get snapped, viruses trapped,

Flesh torn, organs worn,

Drugs are given, wounds wrapped,

We are made good, saved, reborn.

Age creeps, sneaks up, slowly but sure,

Body tires, can't function any more,

Last breath taken, family shaken,

Returned to the factory,

Via the back door

 To the basement,

Only fit for encasement,

Prepared, dressed, made to look satisfactory!

Life circle turns and rotates,

Until we see those pearly gates,

Then we've left life s factory


For a place to stay in peace and quiet for all eternity











Tuesday, 1 May 2018

A Magical Awakening


A Magical Awakening


They woke from their winter sleep,
Little fairies who were roused by the bluebird’s cheeps,
They washed their sparkling wings in the fresh, springtime dew,
Then drew a huge breath to admire the view,
Around them as far as the eye could see,
Bluebells stood proudly, so they could feed the bees.
The fairies drunk on their long, long rest,
Started singing sweetly, at the flowers request,
Their voices harmonized, without a flaw,
The animals of the forest froze like statues, completely in awe!
Springtime had arrived at the fairies’ delight,
So, when the dew had dried off their wings that slowly 
unfurled,
They would take off to magical places, all around the world,

To make tiny wishes true for every little boy and girl.



Wednesday, 25 April 2018

My Little Soldier

My Little Soldier


When Children are very sick parents try and blame themselves and sometimes feel immense and overwhelming guilt and all though they know they are not to blame they continue to do so. Hope and acceptance of an illness is sometimes the only way to get through it sometimes with really positive outcomes!  

My Little Soldier, I look at him
His perfect ivory skin
Peaceful in his drug-induced sleep
I know within, War rages, one he must win!
I look at him
His perfect potential life
The peaceful innocence of his internal strife.
I know within, I'd die to save him, my kin!
I look at him
My perfect child
Peaceful yet I'm forever riled,
I feel so deep within, he's paying for my sin!
I look at him
My perfect babe,
I search my heart and soul,
Dissecting my life, whole,
I feel no shame, Yet he's still in pain,
I look at him
My perfect son,
I promise him all, till this war is won
For I know within
Together

We'll conquer and win!

1st published in 2011 




Friday, 15 September 2017

My Dolly


My Dolly 


My Dolly's like me.
Her eyes are blue
But when I smack her,  
Or whack her, 
Her skin doesn't bleed! 
She doesn't cry, 
Her hair stays still, 
My dolly's like me  

When my bruises are gone



This was first written in 2011 and yet abuse is still a wicked part of our society 

Tuesday, 12 September 2017

Flakes


Flakes



Flakes and flakes fall from my skin,
Making it so shiny and oh so thin,
Gels and cream, my skins impregnated!
Scales form seemingly unabated,
I can cope with flakes and itchy skin,
It’s the stares and glares from the masses
That keeps me indoors as my life whips by,
 and time just passes,
No one is perfect or so that’s the saying
My skins got ADH and is just overplaying
The cells from this huge organ are just extra quick
Not allowing me to feel comfortable and socially mix.

This was written for a prompt from the https://twitter.com/WritingReader

For Information support and help https://www.psoriasis-association.org.uk/



Saturday, 9 September 2017

Running Out Of Time

Running Out Of Time 





Tick, tock, tick, tock, 
Time is running out 
Its a race against the clock 
Tick...Tock

Tick, tock, tick, tock, 
Blood is been filtered, 
Dialysis still leaves me feeling crock, 
Tick...... tock 

Tick, tock, tick, tock,
Lungs scream for air, 
Scarred, ruined, unable to repair. 
Tick......... tock 


Tick,  tock, tick tock,
Heart is slowly beating, 
Until its final stop, 
Tick.............. ........Tock 

Tick ,tock ,tick, tock,
People can be saved ,
The situation is grave, 
Tick... tock 

Tick ,tock, tick, tock
Time is running out, 
Its a race against the clock, 
Tick, tock ,tick,tock 

Tick, tock, tick, tock ,
Tick ,tock
Tick,
Tock,

   STOP !



Register For Organ Donation Here UK

First published in 2011 

Thursday, 20 July 2017



Moonbeams And Dreams 

 


Picture by Laurent Laveder

I would captured the moon for you, 
If, I knew your love was true,
I would stop the ocean tides
If, your love for me was bona fide,
I would capture the stars that shine
If , you would love me, be only mine !
 I would make heaven our home,
If , you would love me and me alone !
Angels on harps would play,
If, you promised not to stray,
We'd feast on the foods of gods
If ,you would love me, give me the nod !
You will always be my faithful queen
In the land of my silly dreams !

1st written on May 6th 2012