I’m sure it drains me Numbs me Dumbs me down Leaves me feeling tired And yearning for how It is to sit around a fire Watching flames leap ever higher
Little things make me smile
I like to take a cup of tea To my man in bed It’s fair to say it feels a bit special To do something for someone else Not just buy a gift from on the shelf
Little things Make my heart sing My dad used to do it everyday And I’d wake to see A mug of tea There in a morning Beside me
Flowers too Have the power To make me smile For quite a while Especially ones that are wild Blowing in the breeze
And hugging trees They make everything feel better Or writing a letter To a distant friend
Little things make me smile And one of my favourite things Is to pass them on to someone else No need to be queens and kings To feel amazing Get the daisy chain ready And crown yourself I’ll be an Elfen queen Not even seen As I pass through the trees
Like wil’o the wisp Do you remember that one From so long ago? It may be lost In the depths of time That happy Memory of mine.
So teeny little things Shiny happy people bring Make a silly song And sing along
Little things Make me smile.
Constantly rolling your thumb Down the page Mind feeling vague As you scroll on by Someone else’s news Their views On the world As they know it
Not that that’s wrong Just a different song To yours And is there still room Or does it quieten your noise Fill the void
This addiction With technology You see It must serve some purpose For someone Even if not for us
Follow the money Is a wonderful phrase Who profits from you Scrolling for days and days
If you want to know purpose It’s good to see Whose purse would profit Then it may be
You uncover what is the point Of this scrolling This stress on your thumb joint Follow the money
40 likes in an hour Is this the power Of dopamine highs? Kiss self esteem goodbye
What we do for love For approval, for vanity This truly is insanity
And that companies have Harnessed our weaknesses Should be no surprise It’s gone on for all time
Especially with women “Wear high heels Make up It’ll make you feel Nicer
Because you aren’t enough Just like that No, you need more stuff Lippy, mascara, eye shadow No, no, it ain’t shallow
It’s for your benefit You’ll feel better with it all”
So why are we surprised About filters that change your eyes And your face, smoothes out the wrinkles Gets rid of the pimples
Those lines, you earned them And yes, I’ve heard them “Everyone wants to be young” But what if ‘they’ were wrong
The crone, she’s been denied That archetype I find so fine I can’t wait for days of wisdom Grey hair and a cauldron
We don’t all need to stare With age is great beauty And we can be snooty But how amazing to have lived Though generations Of changes
Living in a culture that worships youth Feels back to front today Show me some proof… Why younger is better Filtered and smoother
Instead of real life And dopamine highs What wouldn’t you give For an honest conversation Instead of filters and veneer Getting in the way?
And whilst there’s something fun About having a tongue And puppy ears popping out of your head I’d love to see real life, Wrinkles and grey hair instead.
So many jobs
Water the plants Walk the dogs Sometimes it feels There’s so many jobs
Work on cases Go post remedies Hoover the carpet De-flea the pets Preventatively Fortunately!
Clean the kitchen Anyone else Feel like they’re on a mission To catch up? To be on top?
Waking up with a list to do Ah first go poo Sort the constitution That’s a good solution
Happy days with loads to sort Does it have to be so busy? Then go play sport Get fit, eat well
Anyone else feel It’s a bit like a hamster wheel? Out there? Keep up, go do Now!
I love my job And I feel so lucky If you don’t Then I think you’re plucky
Getting up and on it With no love for it Must be harder So even when I’ve a lot to do I can go sit in the arbour
It’s my new favourite place to work Surrounded by flowers Insects and trees With a blanket for the breeze
Working on cases Writing and learning How lovely to sit there Whilst I am earning.
So whilst I don’t know about you I hope there are some things to be grateful about too Whether it’s location Friends at the work station I hope there’s a ray of light As I say goodnight
Across the miles I hope your day ends with smiles With love and even hugs As you tuck up in bed, snug as a bug
Hold the space
It seems strange this world of ours Unlike any I’ve ever known So much doesn’t make sense Seems to actively go against science
And I’ve struggled, I think that’s obvious With times like these Not known how to be It feels insane in many ways Has my brain in a haze
Then I come back to what is Not what could be, what should be And I am calmer Right now I am here That much is clear Even if nothing else is
And what can I do When it all feels a bit poo Maybe step back From the edge A little, and just look Read a book
Stop and think Have a nice drink Hot chocolate or chai And perhaps don’t ask why
Because I’m not sure there really is an answer Except power and because they can It might be unpopular to say I’ve never understood the space race Perhaps it makes more sense To me at least, to try fixing Where we are here first
Maybe it’s the same in my brain On viruses and GMO manipulation I don’t see why it’s such a sensation Because apart from anything else If they’d left that one alone Chances are we wouldn’t be here In lockdowns around the world
The rug that’s been pulled From the feet of so many Those worse affected don’t have money So I don’t understand What’s going on in the lands Around the world
But do I need to? Did I ever? It’s not like it’s ever been heaven But what we make it So let’s not mistake it It’s up to us now In our communities and towns To make someone smile To plant a mile Of flowers
It always comes back to flowers with me I don’t know why, you see It’s not like I’m a great gardener But picking wild flower seeds With a soul sister in Lewes Made me feel whole And I know how When they sway and they bow They make me smile
And I see the insects visiting A whole population Of hoverfly Have flown by And landed on poppies Cornflowers and more
Want to see what’s real? Get out of the door And sit and chat To old men in hats They have much wisdom to share About being here
I’ve come to think It’s likely to get more bleak And heard whispers that this is A walk in the park Compared to what’s to come
But when did anyone Ever really know What was going on? So it’s my realisation I’ve only one role To hold the space
To be me as well as I can Whether in a car or in a van Which I’d really like With lots of fairy lights But that’s a whole different story For another day
For today to be Help others, that’s my job And I love it a whole damn lot And recognise there never was The certainty that was ‘sold’ to us
So being, sitting, breathing Not needing to take notice Of all the deceiving That’s going on I sing my song
That’s one of grace Of barefoot walks On summer days And taking your top off In the rain It helps wash away the pain
That we get when we attach To some forgone Important conclusion For what are we Really here to do? Make life better for me and you?
No one can stop that So hold the space With love, with laughter And with grace.
The joy of being silly
There’s a piece of driftwood shaped like a willy in my bedroom I found it on the beach Whilst we were on holiday Sailing in Greece It sits above a picture And makes me smile
The other day we found one That anatomy belonging to the male bum On the pavement of all places Right next to my parking place There’s a big one and a little one too Right there on the floor Just like that
My partner thinks we’re silly That me and my daughter Are always seeing willies
I don’t think we’re the only ones I’ve seen much more paraphernalia This year just gone Willies and fannies also
I’m sure Steve wonders how we did fall so Far from grace But then he loves seeing the smiles On our faces
For it brings great delight you see When a willy shape we see
We found another on the beach this month It was enormous (really big!!) Part of the limestone of that jig And complete with grass for pubic hair It was the most amazing specimen right there
We even have one in our front door Hope I’m not quite boring you With our little obsession It’s somewhat immature
But I often think about those things Being immature, not willies now And think how we tell our kids To grow up, act your age Is that some kind of cage We put them in?
For what’s the sin To laugh and smile For a while Personally I think we should Harness the inner child Inside of us And laugh Have fun Be silly…
Facts fudged History rewritten Truth denied What else is hidden?