Pancakes share a growling affair
To boost the morale of the monster with
inside a despairing mind of an almost self redundant writer
groans unable to fit into an unremarkable, once favoured racy red garter.
This poem is quite silly
I could throw a goat in here and call him
Because he had a penchant for consuming plenty pancakes with half fat cream cheese
Sell them on the hillside,
Not far from
With a spring in his hooves,
a dapper smile,
a shimmy in his groove.
Singing through a mouthful of home made shove
This isn’t a poem!
These are words to be damned to the books of ,’oh, Crikey’!
Apologies for being a bearer of bad news (again), I received a message today from a relative about a WordPress member in our community.
I’m devastated as I am sure some of his family are. I received a horrific comment 2 years ago and decided to read it out loud to show people how the way we communicate has a huge impact on people.
Paul Mc Aleavy aka Palfitness passed away yesterday.
Paul went through a lot of crap and he found a sense of acceptance in the blogging community.
He was always generous with his time reading and sharing blogs.
Paul, you will be missed.
Please pay your respects.
He loved Daphne- his dog. I think that was what kept him going. His sister in law took Daphne away from him. We all go through ups and downs in life.
Don’t be so quick to judge or at least check your initial thoughts and judgements
Paul came up with this award. Remember life is short and be awesome!
The ugly truth about why i haven’t been able to write.
Things became too much for me. All of it and life, I took a huge overdose and I ended up waking upon a hospital.I became hopeless.
I feel so estranged from life. I am closer to my daughter more than I ever thought possible. Here is me looking glamorous and 1 step away from a hospital bed.
self medicating turned me into going into drug/ medication induced psychosis.
Writing is getting easier. I know that I will not quit my final year of my masters. I am rebuilding our lives and I’m relieved that I threw my ex husband/partner out the house. I don’t care how hard things get- once I lose respect for a person or they don’t walk the talk -my patience runs thin.
I’m focusing on getting back to blogging, my Masters. Writing and getting these feature music artist posts in publish mode.
My daughter was with my Ma when I took the overdose and so in honor of Paul all those who suffer in silence or are misunderstood to remember that we are all awesome. Some more than others…….
There are more videos i took. I think I thought if something good can come out of watching blood pour out my nose and looking and acting not like my usual self.
I’m still adjusting to the fact i’m alive. I’m happy to be with my daughter. Yes, call me what you want.
I’m merely human – no unicorns to be found here. I’m just doing what I need to to get by.
These are my words 😉
*A silly 5 minute poem I wrote for a long time mate of mine.
I know a lass called Tri
We’ve sold enough holidays and car hires to start our own biz in the travel industry.
We moved to Tenerife for a life by the sea
7 days of mad filled drunkness I got scared to work at a pub without my best mate beside me.
we fell out as all good friendships do
and three days later we found ourselves re entering Yorkshire-
We didn’t speak for a year or two.
Memories of bussing it to cover a short staffed branch.
Eating boiled sweets ,laughing at our quirky granny attitude — tummy in stitches.
The next moment we could be screaming at each other-people scarpered before they got covered by under our verbal avalanche.
Opposite in twice as many ways
Young and careless-we had our confused days.
Hit the clubs straight from work.
Uniforms still on for an early start shift
the next morning.
We knew how to work hard and play hard — we could separate the two/
We made a great team — always ready with a coffee from Merry England and a cig
-work life was never boring.
Navigating our friendship we sometimes got it wrong
If only we could see how much we wished we could swop bodies-oh to see then that we were wrong to think that would make us feel we belong.
The truth is we drifted apart and life carried on
Until one day we found each other again
we had grown from life’s lessons
More chilled, less judgmental, less temperamental and both married
Me with my child-
My little mate is about to become a first time mum.
I’m so glad we found each other again-both in our dirty thirties-This time round I see my mate and I count my blessings
LOVE YA LOADS.