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We live in a world of violence,

We live in world of crime,

With robbery and muggings,

That happens from time to time.

There is fighting throughout the world,

No thought for one another,

Just senseless destruction and killing,

Brother killing brother.

Why do we have this slaughter?

What drives the desire to maim?

Have we forgotten to care?

For we are doing it all over again.

We all seem divided,

By religion politics and race,

It is time for all to realise,

Each one has its place.

We must tolerate each other,

Work for a world of peace,

Embrace all those who strive for good,

So all the troubles will cease.

We are a race of people,

Different in every way,

We must respect other cultures,

In whatever they do or say.

So long as we all stand together,

With one aim in mind,

To stamp out the evil around us,

By being helpful considerate and kind.

Malcolm Bradshaw      

Real Tears

cry baby

Real Tears ~ We have moments

We are tested

attitude, notions, hurts,

material gains and losses

We cry for ourselves

while around us life continues

and we cry

and the world changes.

We discover one waking autumn

we haven’t the strength

the mortal fortitude

that ability to call the shots.

Then we cry some more.

We haven’t ever been able,

ever had the wise words,

ever known the balance

when life takes us down


road of internal disruption.

Yet, we do have life:

beauty in spirit

brilliance in delight

brevity in balance.

How many positive lives

set the tone

for how we gain knowledge

how our lives can merit

good fortune.

I know a man

who is goodness in my world

his spirit has touched me

everyday of my life

and that internal chaos

that designed animal

of helpless abandon

cannot limit his strength.

I have felt real tears

for a reason beyond me,

a moment of humanity

that asks, appeals, awaits

good forgiveness,

good passion,

yes, a delicious passion

to move forward

to smile toward a sunlit morning

to hold our children close

to recognize our fallibility

has little to do

with our genuine elegance.

I do feel real tears

and they fall in abundance

let them be carrying

droplets of joy. ~ © Thom Amundsen

My Teddy Bear


You are my teddy bear
So soft and smooth
With love so strong
We have nothing to lose

You are my teddy bear
As soft as silk
You are my goodness
You are my goodnight milk

You are my teddy bear
My midnight hug
You are my comfort
The one I love

You are my teddy bear
The one I like to cuddle tight
You are my teddy bear
That helps me sleep at night

Gillian Sims


man on bed
I lay upon my bed, my mind was full of doubt,
I tried to understand what life is all about,
I hoped that in some way the answer would become clear,
And when I understood, this would rid me of my fear.
I’d taken a close look at life, and disliked what I saw,
People who had plenty, demanding even more,
There did not seem a way to satisfy their greed,
For while other people struggle, they have far more than they need.
And then I looked at myself and came to realise,
That I could look the same through other people’s eyes,
My attitude might lead others to think I do not really care,
Since of life’s treasures I too am seeking a bigger share.
Can this be wrong? I had to ask myself.
Is it really wrong to seek to get more wealth?
By wanting a bigger share of life’s treasure store,
Could it be that I am making other people poor?
The thought that this could be filled me with remorse,
It made me realise that my life should take a different course,
From now on I realised that I should try to be,
Someone who was concerned for the whole of society.
When this realisation came into my mind,
I knew that I must try it, hoping that I would find
Contentment in my soul, the answer was very clear,
People would take a look at me and know I really care.
Of other people’s problems I really am aware,
And in many ways I have tried to show I care,
When other people take a close look at me,
That is the image I hope that they will see.
Ron Martin

hello Pants” – Promote Yourself


From baby to toddler in the blink of an eye,

The last stage is hard I’m not gonna lie

The nappies need to go, say “hello pants”

Might be too soon but I’ll take the chance.

 A short time naked whilst watching cartoons,

I’ve shown you the potty at the side of the room

I keep on asking “do you need a wee?”

A minute later the floor’s covered in pee.

We try again every day,

But all you want to do is play

I encourage you as much as I can,

Pants with cars, and praise, “come on lil man”.

 So much pride I felt the first time I saw

You did a wee but this time not on the floor,

Such a big boy doing more and more

It won’t be long now, of that I’m sure.

 Months later you want the toilet instead

Still a few accidents as I’d expect,

But then comes the day you manage to stay dry

Even on a trip out with distractions close by.

The best day so far, I pray for many more

Days with no nappies and no wee on the floor,

Now you’re a big boy, my baby has gone

I couldn’t be more proud of how well you have done

Abbe Cutforth

The Poets Corner – Promote Yourself


There once was a poet that sat in a corner

Of a room inspired by peace
A simple wood desk,
A window of lace
Nature’s tones were the colors,
That calmed his small space
Outside moist snow fell, as it called winter in
Warm though, his bones did stay
Wrapped in a bath robe that draped past his knees,
One that’s been softened through wear and with age
To his right was a photo, silver mat framed,
A memory of earlier life
To his left, a candle, in its usual place,
Its wax slowly dripping a prefect dull white
It burned, this candle
Faster than thought
Frustrated his feelings, couldn’t be penned
They hung in the shadow
Between him and his paper
He glanced at the photo and sat back again
Visions of memories
Before his eyes played,
As if, it was a life before
A photo of time he no longer knew,
Tears dripped like wax
As those days, he mourned
A majestic poet, with so much to say,
Is now lost in a world of the past
A glance at the candle,
The melted small flicker
Ironically feeling, his life went by,
…Seemingly just as fast
The flame that struggles to stay alive,
Now symbolic, this night of his soul
The poet retires his pen one more time,
Keeps his thoughts to himself,
Keeps his pain untold

No More Friendly Skies – Promote Yourself

imageLosing ground
Rapidly rushing by
Wings contoured for lift
An attitude for altitude
Running out of runway
Nose to the sky
Somehow in the following of lines
The dynamics have changed
Air rushes across wings
And where lift once would occur
Drag and a lessened range
Before breaking free
The grip of gravity
Soaring uneasily
Rumble of engines deafening
Level off at cruising speed
Whistling whine of turbines, commanding, assuring
Something nags
Something pulls
Something in the pit of a stomach
Some kind of premonition
Something felt before
But had to power through the intuitive
Had to believe
Place faith,
in the unseen
Above and Beyond…
The unconscionable!
Anthony Gomez



Nottingham is a wonderful city

One in which I’m proud to live

There are so many things of interest to me

Things which keep me busy and alive

Inspired by the legend of Robin Hood

Nottinghamians are known for their generosity

Giving what they can to help other folk in need

Hospitable and willing to see other peoples views

And I am so impressed with my own city

Making me want to share my pleasure with you

Ron Martin



On a shelf I’ve been left
I feel forgotten and lost
Of dignity I was bereft
My pulchritude is at rest
Confined by a firm crust
Stifled by layers of dust
I still crave readers’ zest 
© Chaouki M’kaddem
September 24th, 2014

Chaouki M’kaddem
Senior EFL teacher
M’saken, Tunisia

“The Chimney Sweeper,” from Songs of Innocence -Famous Poet-William Blake


When my mother died I was very young,
And my father sold me while yet my tongue
Could scarcely cry ” ‘weep! ‘weep! ‘weep! ‘weep!’ “
So your chimneys I sweep & in soot I sleep.

There’s little Tom Dacre, who cried when his head
That curled like a lamb’s back, was shaved: so I said,
“Hush, Tom! never mind it, for when your head’s bare
You know that the soot cannot spoil your white hair.”

And so he was quiet, & that very night,
As Tom was a-sleeping he had such a sight!
That thousands of sweepers, Dick, Joe, Ned & Jack,
Were all of them locked up in coffins of black.

And by came an Angel who had a bright key,
And he opened the coffins & set them all free;
Then down a green plain, leaping, laughing, they run,
And wash in a river and shine in the Sun.

Then naked & white, all their bags left behind,
They rise upon clouds and sport in the wind.
And the Angel told Tom, if he’d be a good boy,
He’d have God for his father & never want joy.

And so Tom awoke; and we rose in the dark,
And got with our bags & our brushes to work.
Though the morning was cold, Tom was happy & warm;
So if all do their duty, they need not fear harm.

………………………………………William Blake

My Baby Boy – Promote Yourse


download boy


Every time I see you smile my mind makes an ever lasting memory to remember and enjoy;
An unconditional love now flows through my veins when I look into the eyes of My Baby Boy

The first time I held you your eyes projected an image that immediately imprinted onto my very soul, it was one memory that will forever remain in my heart;
It was like my past suddenly faded away and everything from that very moment was a brand new start

You created a brand new me, you reminded me to focus only on the good things and to forget about all of the bad;
You are my greatest ever creation, and no matter what you achieve in life i will always be proud to be your dad

I already spend hours talking to you, i keep forgetting that you are way to young to understand;
I can spend hours upon hours just watching you hold my finger with your tiny hand

You may keep us awake all night, and I now have a living breathing clock alarm;
But I want you to know that I would now lay down my life before I let you come to any harm

I have never really been that close to my own father, and maybe that is partly my fault because deep down if I am honest we both never really tried;
But I swear to you right here and now, no matter what you do in life good or bad, I will always be right by your side

I will teach everything I know about life, until oneday my baby boy becomes a man;
Yesterday I carried you outside and as we looked up to the clouds I told you stories about your great Grandad & Nan

Oneday you will be the man of the house, and when that day comes I want you to be strong and find power from the sun;
Just remember to keep on smiling, and to always look after your Sisters and Mum

But we have an entire lifetime ahead of us, a lifetime to make a million memories for us to all remember and enjoy;
So all that is left to do is seal this letter with a kiss, and sign it with love from Daddy to My Baby Boy

Dedicated to my son Rio -x-

I see winter fall like orchard pearls – Promote Yourself


We all have 3 seconds,

To make the entire sonnet count.

To summon spectators,

Who begin with seeds of doubt.

What can be amplified?

What can join the fray?

A gander at the Gambler,

Incited to play.

The fulfillment to a lifetime of longing,

Is to stand at that Triade source and see,

Oh, that is why,

I was delayed in that storm,

And why the dream took,

So long.

Why the basil dried,

And the movie sold out.

Why I spoke so poorly,

And my child’s lips formed a perfect pout.

It is why my button came undone,

And the reason incense,

Reminds me of something long gone.

Why the stain did not wash clean,

And the glass left a splinter, unseen.

The reason it was not a good sail day,

Why the feathers turned to clay,

And I lost self, along the way.

You were looking out for me,

In ways invisible to a passing glance,

So I would be amazed see, that collectively,

Guidance was provided in that 3 second chance.

by Lisa Ann DeNunzio-Gomes

Let go and Let God – My Favourite Poem – by Lauretta P Burns


I am a poet and I love poetry. My favorite poem that I did not write is:

Let Go & Let God
By: Lauretta P. Burns

As children bring their broken toys with tears for us to mend,
I bought my broken dreams to God,
because He was my friend.
But then, instead of leaving Him at peace to work alone,
I hung around, and tried to help
with ways that were my own.
At last I snatched them back and cried,
“How can you be so slow?”
“My child, “He said, ” what could I do? You never did let go.”

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)


[i carry your heart with me(i carry it in] BY E. E. CUMMINGS i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)i am never without it(anywhere i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling) i fear no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true) and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows higher than soul can hope or mind can hide) and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

© 2015 Poetry Foundation


Because you want to know How much I love you, so That is, I learned it by rote

This piece of poetry Long ago, I wrote at an age I were free It is, the deepest in my heart Where it took its root As love growing spree To the moon making his route I carry your heart, In my heart, At the soul of my soul, a tattoo I carry it Wherever I go to A thousand suns, you’re are the sky For A star makes my day for the night I made you my soul mate, The day of wonders we met _Kalimelo

Winning The Bronze-A collaborative effort by Doug Blair, Jody and Anthony Gomez


By Heart, I know you


Poetry Foundation

[i carry your heart with me(i carry it in]
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

© 2015 Poetry Foundation

A table for two

Candles lit

A table set for two,

Adrenaline flowing

But where are you?

Champagne on ice

Excitement running high,

Time ticks by

Food looking nice,

Pulses racing

Emotions wavering,

Where are you

When I need you most?

The table is set for two

Shall I dismiss you out of my head?

Is our romance really dead?

Wasn’t any of this really true

When you said I love you?

The table was set for two

By Gillian Sims

Flowers of love

I thought to tell you the way I feel

But knew I didn’t know how,

So I send these flowers to show instead

I hope they’ll do for now

This flower I send to show my love,

A coral rose to show my desire

Your name is now across my heart,

The only one that I admire

The pink carnations I give to you,

To show I will never forget you

I love you now till the end of time,

I know I will forever be true

To show you this I spend lemon blossom,

So you know to trust in me

For now our hearts are forever entwined,

We will always be

The last flower for you my love,

I send to show your loveliness

The camellia is just for you

From the angels watching above us.

Abbe Cutforth

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