Words appear sometimes like deja vu You didn’t have to think, it’s as if you knew The page fills with colour and light So bright you don’t even have an appetite You are lost in the zone The frenzy, the lines of the poem The essay spills on to the page Like a rage At… Continue reading Your Cure
Monday to Thursday Just aren’t fun I rarely see a happy tweet For the working week Imagine a message of, I can’t wait for Tuesday Temptation What a revelation Or Wednesday Waycation Sweeping the nation With Thursday Tribulation Causing vibrations and celebrations But when it’s Friday You hear them say Yay’day Away day, Mayday The end… Continue reading The Working Week
Life of grime Or life of crime The daily grind Doing time Hitting that treadmill Life on repeat What’s a waste of time? Step off Step out Shout Scream Begin Reinvent Don’t lament No racing Sharing Caring Giving Living What a difference A life well lived © Pamela Morrison
You said I looked sexy in my uniform I was barely out of primary school You were the teacher who used to look at our legs Then hover over our desks, with your bad breath You were the priest who caught me around the chest When I was helping a sick neighbour so she could… Continue reading Looking Down the Barrel of a Loaded Gun
Ophelia left the other day Apparently Brian was on his way Who names these storms and hurricanes The latter name is so mundane I think it may just be some rain A window rattle, a little breeze Perhaps more like a winter sneeze © Pamela Morrison
No matter what you do in life Listen to your gut Don’t think twice Ignore the cliches Like Keep your head down Don’t take a risk Don’t stand out A job for life Don’t shy away from failure Make mistakes Be stupid, Take a risk Know your choices Know your upside, your downside And the… Continue reading Follow Your Gut
Ophelia came and blew Until the lights went dark Such a lovely name For one so filled with rage Many asked what happened to the birds Where did they go, what did they do? When Ophelia came to dance Who knew and who had ever thought before How did they manage where did they land?… Continue reading Ophelia
Meaning without greed Lived with empathy and humanity That's all most people need Well that and to be happy, fed and sheltered In this journey, that we lead Less for the many and more for the few Has got to be given the adieu No wonder we are all in this pickle With so many… Continue reading Are They Even Listening
I was brought up with a father and brothers I adore who were taught to respect women and defend them to their core. So with these beautiful people as my templates I was perhaps very green about what to expect in my life from men "I was going to find a man like my Dad". … Continue reading #MeToo
Those left on the street The many mouths to feed With barely a shoe upon their feet Who just need a helping hand Someone to understand It shouldn’t be about the land No knights in shining armour To fight for their rights or for what they are after Many are just like you and me… Continue reading Dispossessed
Life is wealth, Filled with possibility But do we make it a reality We deplete our credit in years Shedding tears without knowing In unconscious disrepair Perhaps it’s a lack of care Like our fathers before We get on the treadmill Making each day a chore Consuming ourselves With the repetition and the drudgery Becoming… Continue reading Reach For A Life Less Ordinary
Music is a lifelong love It fits me like a well worn glove I have a notebook where lines I keep With voice recorded melodies I mix them up inside my head To find the blend and resonance I practice in the lavatory It’s just a bit of therapy The tune, often, not quite a… Continue reading Music
