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Welcome to Vanessa's Poetry's Writing Portfolio

THE WORK OF MY ANGEL

TO JUDGE OR NOT TO JUDGE

THE WORK OF MY ANGEL

At the end of my coping

At my falling apart

The work of my angel

Repaired my poor heart


She took me from darkness

Fear and despair

In the midst of my suffering

She answered my prayer


Her career, my angel

Took away my pain

She took me from heartache

That was sending me insane


She made such a difference

To my world, to my mind

She's truly an angel

Of the heaven-sending kind

THE VIRUS

TO JUDGE OR NOT TO JUDGE

THE WORK OF MY ANGEL

What do we gain by living in fear? 

How's our wellbeing, with not going out? 

Would we know a virus was near? 

If it wasn't, constantly, talked about? 


There's a lot to lose, living in Lockdown

Businesses, pubs, all going bust

Empty streets, deserted towns

Shop shutter railings gathering dust


This country is falling onto it's knees

All of us told to live in dread

If we don't wear a mask, or put on gloves

Tomorrow morning, we'll wake up dead


If you're fat, or old, or have a condition

You're virtually knocking on death's door

You must stay home and isolate

Is that helpful? I'm not so sure


And why on earth do we need an App

To tell us, we could have been near

Someone who may carry the virus

Another way to instil the fear


I don't believe that Lockdown's the answer

I believe in what's meant to be

A world of mask wearing people

Is not a happy place to be

TO JUDGE OR NOT TO JUDGE

TO JUDGE OR NOT TO JUDGE

TO JUDGE OR NOT TO JUDGE

Everyday, we make judgements

On people we meet

To feel our own worth

To just feel complete


Each person we place

In life's pigeon holes

According to stature

Virtue and roles


Our judgements are guesses

Assumptions, own ways

Of seeing situations

From our own dim-past haze

SHALLOWNESS

MY PLEASURES

TO JUDGE OR NOT TO JUDGE

How do you walk in shallow waters

When you need to swim in sea

With a depth of understanding

Of space and liberty


How do you swim in shallow waters

Stifled, chained, not free

Restrained and unable

To be what you want to be! 


How do you grow in shallow waters

When around you are small minds

Closed, bigotted opinions

Of the mind-damaging kind


How do you wake  to shallow waters

Who helps you see the way

To a deeper, fuller ocean

And a brighter every day

MY PLEASURES

MY PLEASURES

MY PLEASURES

Bacon, eggs, sausage and beans

Buying another pair of black jeans

Shutting the door on trouble-some teens


Sitting, chilling, in the park

Gazing at sparkling stars after dark

Peaceful mornings up with a lark


Early evening glasses of red

Giggling at something, someone said

Naughty day-dreaming laying in bed


Looking in charity shops for books and CD's

Pickled onions and crackers with very strong cheese

Hot sunny days with a mild gentle breeze


Chatting with people I know or just met

Warm sunny downpours, getting soaking wet

On Grand National days, having a bet


Buying the paper and having a read

Watching someone do a good deed

Being able to help someone in need


Drinking cups of Yorkshire Tea

Communal flowers for all to see

Green healthy grass and a pure blue sea



And there lies some reasons i'm grateful for

Each day on this earth, and want many more

SHE'S GONE

MY PLEASURES

MY PLEASURES

I learned so much

Of how not to be

The end of an era

The end of Queen Bee


Some days were horrific

Other days, okay

But the best days of all

Were when she was away


She was massively unfair

Mean and unjust

Biased, so cruel

And full of mistrust


She had her favourites

The ones with the knack

Of back- scratching her

Then she would scratch back


She looked after the few

Whilst the rest took her spite

Told lies by the sackful

Never did what was right


Vindictive bullying, 

talking down

Humiliating people

Calling them clowns


I, for one, am not sorry she's gone

Goodbye Queen Bee, see ya, jog on.

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