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Welcome to page 3 of my poetry.  

Jeans
​

My old jeans
Are patched 
And stitched all over
Including the seams

They started out 
Brand new
And phew!
They lasted ages

But with all the crawling about
In and out
Of dens 
And playing with jigsaws
On the floor
And the crawling around
I had a toddler then
It was sort of inevitable 
They would wear out

So they went at the knee
To start with it felt
All free
Just feeling the breeze

But when the holes got bigger and bigger
The jeans grew smaller 
And were cut down into shorts

Well I wore ‘em and wore ‘em
Until, yes you’ve got it
They started to wear out
And I had to admit

There had to be 
Something else I could do
To keep them going
A life to renew

That’s where the patches came in
Breathing new life
From the sewing bin
A vast collection of fabrics
Easier to choose that
Than do the cube of rubics
(Which I could never do!)

So they became my flowered
Patched jeans
Until one day
Right on the seams
And on the thigh
Trouble was nigh…

Holes were a-found
And as they say
“A stitch in time
Saves nine”
I knew
What I needed to do.

This time eBay 
and Boyes came to the rescue
(Boyes-es if you ask my Grandma
Though she’s no longer here)
With Anchor cotton
And some random
Brand I don’t know
I started to sew

Woven stitching over holes
And a collage or two here
And there
A sunset, 
Not in a square
But in a heart
For love it holds dear
A special place in my art

How long they shall last 
I do not know
But one thing is that 
I won’t throw 
Them away 
Whilst there’s life left
I’d be kind of bereft

Because they tell a story
A fabric here,
A stitch there
A lost forgotten art
Of repairing and mending
And not to throw out
Until really there’s nothing
Left that can be done
But that’ll be a while...
Oh! Here comes the sun!

Shorts at the ready
Down to the beach I must go
And I’ll find something
Different to sew.

The image is another pair of jeans converted into a skirt - for the same reasons, decorated with quotes and things that made me smile. Decorative and a useful hobby - it keeps me awake whilst watching TV, else I'd be snoring and doing all their heads in!

Some days
​

Some days we say
“I don’t feel like me”
But I wonder 
Who else could you be?

I hear people return
Time after time
After a great remedy
They so often say
“I feel like me again”
Which begs the question
“Where have ‘they’ been?”

It’s being picky I know 
Because I reckon 
Most of us have had that thing

Where you just aren't feeling
Like ‘yourself’ that day.

Where do ‘we’ go
On those days
That go slow
That go wrong
When we have
No song
To sing
To the world?

And what if we welcomed
Like Rumi invites us
Those guests to the house
Those feelings of the night
Those we often shun
Instead stuffing a bun
Into our faces
To shove them down
In fear we might drown

Letting sadness be felt
And Guilt
Shame
Blame
Letting them see
Be seen
And knowing they 
Are 'me'
Or 'you'

Allowing them 
A place at the table
If we can
If we are able
Because perhaps
And I’m thinking out loud
Perhaps that’s the way 
To allow us to have
A brighter day.

Accepting they all
Have a part to play
Instead of telling them
"Now please go away."
And I wonder
Without fear
Or feeling uncertain 
It makes it easier
Instead of grabbing the curtain
And pretending to go out
Or needing to shout
Just get them a drink
Have a think
Accepting, allowing
And loving all parts
Bringing them all into our hearts

If that helps us be whole
Letting us give
Our judgement a rest
Allowing a more contented
Space to live.

With thanks to Andrene, who sent me Rumi's poem which gave me food for thought and when I wrote this was there, stored in my library of thoughts. I'd like to share it here in case you'd like to read it too.

This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.

A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.


Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still, treat each guest honourably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.


The dark thought, the shame, the malice,
meet them at the door laughing,
and invite them in.

Be grateful for whoever comes,
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.


Rumi


And thanks too to Yongey Mingyur Rinpoche (with Eric Swanson) who's Joyful Wisdom book came at just the right time for me.

Friends
​

Old friends
Can be the best
You know the ones
You can chat with
Or just rest

You can be yourself
Pleasant or hurting
It’s not big deal
There’s no effort
To having it working

You just fall right back in
To that old rhythm
Of being together
Not like it’s forever
But really as if
You were never apart

That said, it’s not to discount
New friends
Who can, absolutely too
Be the best

It’s not to compare
Old and new hair
More to appreciate
Awesome friends that are great!

On being human
​​

To be a pigeon is a funny thing
People say that
You are just like a rat
Of the skies 
And don’t like you for that

Just because of who you are
They scorn and chase
And drive at you in the car
To be a pigeon is a funny thing

To be a seagull is a funny thing
To call and call and call for food
To circle on picnic watch
Then find it good
When someone scatters their lunch
Or you dive bomb them anyway
 And take it yourself today

To be chased by children covered with ice cream
On a sunny beach
When really that’s your home
Where you hang out
Sometimes live’s a bitch
To be a seagull is a funny thing

To be a rat is a funny thing
All that shutting
Doors as you walk along
People shouting
Brandishing brooms 
Yes, I’ve done that
When I was scared of a rat
In a room full of horse feed
A long time ago.

Never more than 6 feet away
From a human so they say
Hmmm, to be a rat is a funny thing.

To be a human is a funny thing
Privilges abound for most of us
Yet we sit and think and think
Of all the things that could go wrong
Well in this song, 
Let’s be thankful that
We’re not a pigeon, seagull or a rat
So whilst being human can be a funny thing
Let’s find the good and let’s all sing
A song of gratitude today
For we get to say ‘C’est
La vie’ and celebrate
Sometimes being human is great!

Something shifted


Something shifted today 
I felt it
As I made my way
Into the shower

A lightening
A lifting of a load
Damn
It felt good

To smile
From my belly
And give it some welly
As I watched the sun 
In the blue, blue sky
With cheeky thoughts of fun

Something shifted today
And whilst I don’t know
How long this will be
Because nothing lasts
And everything
Is all about eternity

So this too shall return
Even if it is brief
For I’ve known it before
And it’s mine not to keep
For sometimes
Like the clouds in the sky
We can’t see the blue
But that doesn’t mean
It’s gone away.

We get to be joyful
We get to be sad
Even when you think you’d have
Learned it all by now
There’s always new
Something to see, 
Something to do.
Different to feel
To experiment, to hear

And whilst those who know me well
Might guess
I’d recently been a bit of a mess
I feel a light
A changing perspective
A lessening of the grasping
Needing to be
Allowing, listening. 
To me.

Everything changes
And remains the same
I’m learning
I’m finding
The love through the pain
It’s been fascinating
This journey I’m on
Today I’ll look to the sun.

Not away from the moon
But feeling them both
Within me
Feeling the growth
That allowing brings
Enabling things
That have been stuck
To work their way out.

Something shifted today
And I'm grateful for it all
Thankful for the people who stood by me
​When I couldn't stand tall.

Mothers


Mothers are often those
Who do it all
For little payback
And when they fall
They’re hard on themselves
Hard on their faults
Not noticing the vaults
Of compassion
Of care
Of loving
That they use everyday
Only seeing the bits 
They’d rather throw away

They’re not rose tinted specs
Quite the reverse…
Hang on a sec’
What if we took a step back
And see 
All the things we do, do, heck
There’d be quite a list…

It’s no contest
But I think we miss
The things we ARE awesome at
And perhaps if we look
Or, as my dad suggested
Create an achievements book
Then sometimes when we’re down
We can see
The bigger picture
The things that we CAN do right

Because sure
Sometimes we fall apart
Sometimes we fuck up
Sometimes it’s all a great big mess
But really, really
I think if we look
We can see
And perhaps say
“I can’t be awesome everyday”

“But I can try
Do my best.”
Which varies day to day
Sometimes best is a marathon
Sometimes it’s simply being able 
To answer the phone

And so let’s put down the stick
Stop the beatings
Using a bit
Of that compassion
On ourselves
And say
I am beautifully human
Everyday.

Which means imperfect
A friend of mine once said
As she wove her threads
Knitting a jumper
That only God makes perfect things
So each thing she made 
There must be a mistake

I like that idea
Perhaps it’s the same
With great days out
It’s OK to shout
To lose it
And as James Joyce said:
“Mistakes are the portals to discovery”

Discovering ourselves
The capacity to learn
And once burnt
Twice shy 
Shouldn’t apply here
Because you’re out 
In the arena 
Which is the toughest place to be

Mama you got this.
Breathe.
Look at the beauty
If it’s hard everyday
Imagine the growth
That you’re doing
Without even knowing

This game isn’t easy.
But it’s beautiful
Brilliant
And even on the darkest days
I wouldn’t change it for the world.

That line, I saw it on the beach, on a bag
And I thought “that, I need to have”
‘You’ve got this’
It’s a good one to remember
For those days when you, when I forget
And sometimes there’s no one there 
To remind you
It’s good to whisper it
When you can
It’s easy to say
When it’s all going ok

So reminding yourself 
When things are easy
Can help them flow better
When it’s all a bit squeezy 

I know that’s yet not a word
But Shakespeare did it 
And whilst I’d rather not compare 
To the great writers
I’m taking the liberty here
It fits perfectly
What I’m trying to say

Squeezy: when it all feels
A bit tight, a bit tough
Kind of like birth
Through that tiny canal
"I don’t know if 
I can breathe…"
'In a moment you will.'

So if you’ve been practicing
(See it’s sort of like birthing)
The ‘you’ve got this line’
When things are easy
The next time things 
Get a little squeezy
Hopefully it’ll help a bit
Because I know you’re amazing
Even if you forget it.

Mama, you’ve got this.

May Love Win The Day


It’s Pride weekend here
Which got me thinking
Who really can decide
Who can be a bride
And who can’t.

"You can’t be with them."
'No, seriously
Who do you think you are?
What century
Importantly
Do you think we are in?'

You can’t accept that
I don’t want this
We’re not talking about a cup of tea
But a life, a love, a way to be
Who can choose
And who is the fool?

I don’t want to go on
About patriarchal society and white men
There’s enough of that
And I could be wrong
There’s plenty of great gents
That don’t fit that bill
I’m feeling no ill
Towards them

But the judgement
Towards another
Whatever lover
They wish to take
I don’t understand
How that can offend
When it’s nothing to do
With your life and you
Still want to object

Get a life
Go away
Find something else 
To do today
And let love be
Whatever lover
Someone else choose

May love win
The day today
And tomorrow
I really think it ought to.

Letting things be
​

On loving oneself
On letting things be
Of letting things wash
Over me

I’m learning
It’s taking me years
And bucketloads 
Of tears
​

I feel like I keep
Reaching for help
Striving
Reading

How to do better
I’m sure that I can
Right now I’m reading
‘Joyful Wisdom’

I’m sharing it now
Because it feels
Life changing
In case you wish
To inspire yourself
It’s a book not to leave
There on the shelf

But get it down
Dive in and dive deep
I read it each night 
Before I go to sleep

And when I awake
I read a page
Or more and if there’s time
I sit and I ponder

I seriously feel that 
That and great friends
Have rescued me recently
And feel my heart mends

Allowing discomfort
Which before always felt
Like something to run from
Something to fight
I’d be legging it
Into the night

And whilst I’m no Buddha
I’m slowly learning
The insights within
Definitely yearning

For the wisdom there
To impart in here
And slowly it is
There’s been less tears

This pain I know needed to be felt
Experienced within
Noticed without
And space, time and reading
Have definitely felt
That I can be healing

It might not be for you
There’s other things too
But if you’re needing 
Something right now
Reading something that resonates
Might show you how

To move forwards 
With grace and a smile
I wish you love
Hugs and more
And know that 
Anything is possible

If I can learn 
To let things wash over me
I believe anything, anything
Is possible to be.
Hey! Thanks for being here and reading my poems. I hope you found something to resonate, something to think or enjoy.
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