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Glorianna Foster
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Motorway Rage
01/06/05 |
Whilst you drove the forsaken road
Through darkest night with heavy load
Wishing you were in your bed
With heavy eyes that felt like lead
Empty road you wished it was
Fear of drivers fight and cuss
If they'd relax and give some room
Wed not feel seconds from our doom
Wed get to our destination I'm sure as fast
And put the nightmare in the past
Motorway driving snarls and rage
Don't they realize each days a page
In the book of life's history
Why the rush remains a mystery
Short story or novel we can choose
Slow the pace or simply loose
Drivers talking mobiles calling
Radios blaring engines stalling
Sirens screeching down the hard shoulder
Chasing after someone so much bolder
Buses filled with children bright
Resisting temptation to start a fight
Pulling faces through the window
Wishing their heads were still on the pillow
Speed lights flashing overhead
Queues at junction shouts in red
Danger speed kills signs a plenty
But alas we're crawling doing twenty
See the reps in their company car
Jacket hanging, briefcase stands ajar
Checking watches, can't be late
Meetings, deadlines so much at stake
Arctic lorries huge and towering
Exhaust fumes so overpowering
Please don't stop them slipping through
Can't give way they are bigger than you
Minis, BMW's Vauxhalls there are many
Sports cars, people carriers ten a penny
Some are flashy and bright sparkling new
Sadly mine is rusty, dirty and no longer blue
Travel blues, or motorway rage
Feel as if we locked in a cage
If folks would calm down I'm sure you'd agree
The road would be safer for the likes of you and me
So at last the journey is over safe and sound
We've arrived where’er we were bound
For an hour or maybe ten
Till we start the process all over again
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If
01/23/05 |
If I don't sleep
I can't dream
If I don't love
I can't be hurt
If I don't feel
I won't want you arms to hold me
If I feel no pain
I can't cry
If I don't hear
I can't listen
If I don't look for you
Then I won't know your not here
If I don't talk about you
I won't long to hear your voice
If I don't smile
I won't remember your laughter
If I don't close my eyes
I won't see you face
If I don't think about you
I won't want you near me
If I don't hear your name
I won't remember
If I don't go on living
Then I shall die
If only life was so simple
If only
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Hangover
02/04/05 |
So much to do so little time
Sitting talking to myself in rhyme
Reason I can't understand the meaning
How thing's progress and where its leading
Answering the questions not making sense
Living in a world where it's all pretence
Fantasy is easy till reality knocks
Come on you stand up pull up your socks
Listen to your mother, what would she have said
Shake of these thoughts and get out of bed
The day is bright and frosty I know
And the weatherman says it may just snow
But round the corner the daffodils peak
Sun from the clouds is beginning to streak
So many dreams I have left to fulfill
Mountains to climb may be just a hill
Money to make money to spend
People to meet just round the bend
Knowledge to seek so much to learn
Showing meaningful lessons of concern
But the beds so warm want to stay curled
Up under the covers not face the world
Telephone rings please go away
I'm not talking to anyone today
Please leave me alone don't need you to care
No coffee or tea break having to share
Oh no there's that reality again
Tapping at my frazzled brain
Post lands heavily on the mat
See I can't even forget about that
My eyelids are falling closing so tight
Feels to me like the middle of the night
Must have been all that wine I drank
Or was it the vodka and orange I sank
My head is pounding clock ticking so loud
All because I wanted to part of the crowd
But today I so want to be in my solitude
I really don't mean to sound so rude
Know I should get up and go to work
And face the demons that in there lurk
The shower beckons really should get in it
Oh I will but give me one more minute
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Please Mum
02/15/05 |
Can I feed a jam sandwich Mum
To the man up in the moon
Can I give my jumper Mum
To the sheep whose cold and shawn
Can I turn the sky light on Mum
Cause its very dark outside
Can I turn the rain off Mum
Cause it's making the flowers cry
Can I bring the worms in Mum
Cause they're wriggling down the path
Can I bring the snowman in Mum
Cause its warmer here by the heath
Can I put glasses on the sun Mum
Cause it's hurting here in my eyes
Can keep this caterpillar Mum
Cause I want a pretty Butterfly
Can I sleep with my clothes on Mum
Cause I want to go out to play
Can I splash in the puddles Mum
Cause I don't want a bath today
Can I wash the dishes Mum
Cause I like playing with the bubbles
Can we stay home from school today Mum
Cause I need lots of cuddles
Can I stay up late tonight Mum
Cause I am frightened of the dark
Can we go feed the ducks Mum
Cause they are hungry in the park
Can we go to the shops Mum
Cause Barneys got no dinner
Can I keep my stabilizers on Mum
Cause I'm still just a beginner
Can I sit and watch the telly Mum
Cause there's lots of cartoon repeats
Can I go for a walk with Uncle Rog Mum
Cause he buys me lots of treats
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Growing Old
02/22/05 |
Where does my mind go
When it can't concentrate
Wandering down the highways
As a alarming speeding rate
Where do my thoughts disappear
When I've forgotten what to say
I'm sure I'd remember
If they came back around this way
Where does my memory vanish
Now that I'm getting old
Was it Tuesday or Monday
When the weather turned so cold
Where has my life gone
The years have flashed on by
So many folk met along the way
Now shadows in the sky
Where did all the flowers go
I think the song went
Or was it something else I heard
In a card someone sent
Where has my hair gone
Turned from amber then to grey
Did someone bleach it overnight
Or did it take more than a day
Where did the clearness go
Of my eyes so sharp and bright
Or is the writing getting smaller
Or did someone turn out the light
Where did all the noise go
I can't seem to hear the sounds
Feels like someone put earmuffs on
Or they are hidden in the mounds
Where did my bounciness go
Now my bones all ache and groan
Please forgive I really don't mean
To complain and moan
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Skeleton Trees
05/15/05 |
Craggy fingers of a scary wicked witch
Casting spells upon the dammed
Her wiry hair trails down her back
Like tangled threads of blacken ore
Maybe a dragon soaring in flight
Hot fiery breath so fierce and strong
High about the dark ebony skies
Caught in the fork of lighting strike
Snakes of medusas head turns you to stone
Many a legend formed about
Did she exist or part of folk law
Or the nightmare's of knights so bold
Roller coaster twist and turns
Snarled branches and slender twigs
Home of grubs and crows and thousands more
Many a story they could tell
Feet like giants' nails gripping at the soil
Burrowing deep far and wide
Stretching arms and reaching fingers
Upward high in to the shadow moon
Breeze music orchestral plays
Wind section, violin and bass
Ghostly resonance whisper distant sounds
Sending shivers through the bones of men
Statues on the landscape high on the hill
Steadfast and robust against the gale
Till the day the tornado came
Uprooting even the strongest oak
Befallen trees like giants spiders
Legs crawling through the undergrowth
Webs of scrambled ivy trails
Snares stepping feet unawares
Taloned claw of eagle waiting for his prey
Hovers overhead so still
Patiently, so noiseless no one knows
When he will pounce and strike
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Winds Of Change
05/30/05
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The winds of change
Don't know my name.
Something happened
Frozen ground,
Silence hears
Not a sound.
Mist shrouded hills
Shapes are solid,
In oceans of the mind.
Waves of Nostalgia
Hit the headlines.
What is there left to remember,
Empty voids of nothingness,
Winds of change no longer,
Whisper my name.
All forgotten dreams
As we drift on through,
The time line of centuries
Past.
Of centuries yet
To be.
Who will recall I ever existed
Did I make,
An impression on this world
Reminisces of conversations,
Pictures in the psyche
Thoughts distant.
The winds no longer
Know my name
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Soulful Lover
06/10/05 |
Crying silently in dark midnight hours
Blood causing through my veins
A shadow, a fantasy, a dream
Life's sensations devour
Pain strikes false wounds streak
Across the flesh so white
A reflection in the moonlight steals
My hearts becomes empty and weak
Winter chill runs down my spine
The winds clatter the open window
Curtains like ghosts in the night
Where are you soulful lover of mine
Like the dawn rising at morning light
Should I let you go to roam so free
Or hold you prisoner in loves locked chains
Forever clipping your wings from flight
A passion, a pleasure, a moment passed
Sleeping for eternity in union forever
Wounds heal as pain subsides
It's way we can be together at last
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Resentment
03/01/06 |
Touching love to far to hold
Seeing beauty, out of site
Hearing sweetly without words
Smelling clearing beyond the night
Yet living in theatrical self pity
Milking the drama for all it's worth
Death shall follow like a lady in waiting
So distance yourself, let me leave this earth
Grief has no timetable to it journey
Or the traveling of bones to ashes
Watch my coffin glide into the furnace
Tears glistening on ebony lashes
Burning resentment, you're not worthy
Satisfaction, you caused all this sadness
You are untouched by human emotion
Smirking behind the cloak of madness
So as gentle as the autumn leaves fall
My spirit rises from the gloom
My ghost will forever haunt you
As you wander past my tomb
Never in peace will you live, always torment
Of broken hearts and a shattered memory
Surrounded by emptiness, and silence echoes
One single lonely thought, exist in solidarity
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Between
03/12/06 |
Between the dawn and the darkness
As the clock ticks on by
A child is born and lovers sigh
Between the sunrise and sunset
As the seasons turn
Many tears fall as broken hearts cry
Between the midnight sky and windswept dawn
As the tussled bedclothes fall
Somewhere, there are whispered lies
Between champagne moon and clouded haze
Silence sits uncomfortable, heard
Someone, somewhere dies
Between the morn and shadows trail
The ghosts of past and future roam
Yet still we listen to troubled noise
Between the words and sultry notes
As violins strings are played,
By orchestras standing with grace and poise
Between supper and breakfast
Jazz melodies saxophones moan
Over cocktails in the smoky bar
Between the sheets and silken throw
Hushed sounds of loving scream
As I wonder who you are
Between the bell toll and the beaten drum
As the marchers, stride in stiff straight lines
The flag flutters in the winter breeze
Between the ivory keys and ebony notes
The organ echoes round hallowed walls
Crystal ice on the stained windows freeze
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