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