Friends Battle Cry

Friends Battle Cry 

Oh to be able to sail right through life  

To be able to soar high 

Like a dove high in the sky 

Oh what a life !

Oh For life to be full of sparkle and twinkles,

Never getting old with creases and wrinkles,

Oh what a life ! 

Oh how to play without soreness and pain,

Fall down and get up again and again, 

Oh what a life ! 

Oh how to have friends who are there, 

Who love you and show that they care, 

Oh ....now that is life ! 

With friends in our life 

We will soar high 

Reach the stars in the sky 

They are our twinkles 

Caressing our wrinkles 

They will soothe our pains 

Help us up again and again,

A Band of friends. 

Is a love that never ends 

  

Meet Ali Ali is a little 5 year old  girl who has FOP a genetic conditions which effects 1 in 2 million people find out more about FOP and join Ali's Army here Ali's Army

Life's Like That !

Life's Like That  

Photo by Susan Grant 

Life's like that 

Up and down 

Same routines 

Round and round 

Frighten to change 

Scared to drown ! 

Life's like that 

For young and old, 

A cyclical roundabout, 

A need for control 

Marching of times 

Until

 Our final bell chimes! 

Life's like that 

Up and down 

Same old, same old, 

Round and round, 

Until 

We change Our mould !

Life's like that 

Until, 

We make that lunge, 

Take the plunge, 

Jump into waters uncharted,

Pump ompfh into our lives 

Get our dreams started 

Life's like that !

More Pictures by : Susan Grant

Train of Thought

Train Of Thought 

Overcrowded Train 

Chit,.. chat,.. chit... chat. 

Wheels of life moving, 

Staying on track 

Chit ,chat, chit ,chat.  

Chug chug chugging, 

Tracks of society, 

Over rule natures priority 

Chug chug chugging

Ra di Boom Ra di Boom

Humanity coming of  the rails, 

Morality sinking, filling up jails 

Ra di Boom Ra di Boom 

Ding ding ding a dong 

Journey almost ended 

Natures poorly tended 

Ding ding ding a dong 

Screech screech halt, 

Devastation is our fault

Reverse the trend, 

Or its journeys end 

Screech .......screech...... HALT !

 Submitted for : dVerse Poetics  where poets share their creativity plenty more to explore 

A Colourful Life

A Colourful Life 

Natasha Head

Colours fill my mind,
Memories and experiences
My history in design.

Colours fill my life,
  As a mother, wife and lover,
Psychedelia runs rife

Colours are my being,
Inhabiting me within,
Kicking insecurities fleeing.

Colours make our world
Cultures and nature an artists pallet,
Mixed together in a harmonious swirl.

The world is our art
Vandalised only by the human race
A montage of peace,
 Should be our start !  

Submitted to In Tandem  with A picture courtesy of Natasha Head 

  

 

 

Under Construction

UNDER CONSTRUCTION 

We're Under construction,

Trying to live life right, 

No good being comatosed, 

The human race is overdosed. 

We're under construction 

Trying to live life well,

We've been bombarded with stuff, 

The world has had enough !

We're under construction,

Not the finished article!

The cycle of the world is in reverse,

Each of us a little particle, 

Of this mega universe ! 

Submitted to dVerse Poets Open Link Night

She Cried Me A River

She Cried me a River 

Mother Nature had a decree 

That life,animals and plants, 

be allowed to grow free 

But along came man and played with life, 

Destroying environs and causing strife. 

Mother Nature tried to deliver,

In her sadness and despair, 

She cried me a river! 

Mother Nature wish to command, 

A world full of fruits to nourish the land 

But man-made chemicals changed its course,

Soon the weather would emit its mighty force, 

Mother Nature tried to deliver 

In frustration to cease the exploitation

She cried me a river!   

Mother Nature had a scheme, 

A balance on earth it is her dream,

Where man and animals could work in harmony 

Become a force together....natures army! 

Mother  Nature will have delivered, 

In  joy and celebration. 

She will cry me a river!

Desert Life 

One Stop Poetry

How is your life ?

Is it filled with strife ?

As you travel on your desert ship, 

Across dunes and sands,

Until the sunshine dips. 

Guiding and Guarding your tribal kin.

Watching and hoping they make it, 

To sustenance before they become thin,

In your wisdom and grace, 

When in turmoil its you they face! 

How is your life?

How do you cope?

At times of strife,  

Does your grace and wisdom 

Satisfy you and your quorum?

How is your life ?

Submitted to One Stop Poetry Photo Challenge 
Picture taken by Rosa Frei , many thanks !

Life/Death Support.

Life/Death Support

There you lie in your sterile bed,

With your sterile hands and your sterile head.

Tubes growing from your torso and limbs,

Your body intact but your spirit becoming thin.

I look at this person I knew before 

All lifeless and blank,a human no more. 

The tubes are your lifeline,all yellow and clear 

To rip them out and give you your pride,

I would pay dear 

But to have loved and watch you now 

My own Death I fear !

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