My poetry world is certainly still going well, and that is increasingly proved by wonderful comments and reviews on my last blog. Sadly due to some “Mailchimp” provider difficulties they were on my own email as replies rather than in the “Comments” section at the very end of the blog that everyone can see.

However I can reveal that among those said wonderful comments were, “Oh wow, such beautiful words,you really are a talented poetic artist, Keep up all your great work, Nicene Mate, Love his Laurie you really do have a talent”. With such encouragement I cannot fail to keep going well, and with my total raised for excellent charity Help for Heroes now well past £11.000 plus I will certainly continue flat out!

On mentioning Help for Heroes I must add that they have just featured me with many letters and thanks for my “long term and continued support” which is really nice.

First poem then and just a bit apt..

Poets and Scrollers

The news comes flooding into our lives

From places nationally or world wide.

Amusing, frightening or tragically sad,

Yet from it all, it’s hard to hide.

Graphic images often feature large

As the world comes to our door.

Exposing to us the very worst of man,

As the news channels try to explore

All aspects of life to fully scrutinise

Under a glaringly microscope.

Making you angry, laugh or cry

Or possibly give up all hope.

So how do we deal with a bombardment

Reeking havoc on mind and senses?

Confronting us with with manic thoughts

That causes mass upset and offences.

Some will merely just look away

Denying they have seen, or know it,

But others take it all to heart

And most likely they are a poet.

For poets tend to write on things

With strong thoughts and burning phrases,

That encapsulates and rams it home

To the indifferent who it amazes.

So having seen it put into words

These ostriches or rock and rollers,

Still prefer to avoid any sympathy

By being just news reel scrollers.

Who turn a blind eye to sad events

Until something happens to them too.

When a poet will then come forward

To comfort their tragic view.

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Moving on then with more news of my involvements that include many new requests for my poems and inputs, including three wedding poems needed on commission very soon, and another couple of recent and successful reading and entertaining gigs.

JOKE TIME : –

Asked if I had ever had a tree in my hand, I replied yes, a Palm.

Birds always fly south in winter because it is quicker than walking.

A mushroom has no walls. (think about it).

Whilst going both up and down a staircase actually doesn’t move!

QUICK Laurie another poem, so here come Ghost..

Ghost

I have my own personal ghost,

You can’t see him but he’s there.

When I’m alone I talk to him

And so my existence I will share.

We discuss things when life’s difficult

And I don’t know what to do.

I am not too sure if he does talk back

But It’s like another persons view,

On what to do, or what to say,

Maybe just how best to proceed.

So I get an inner confidence

And my echoes advice I heed.

This ghost of mine is real to me

And he even has a name,

But it’s probably no great surprise

That his and mine are the same,

For when talking I will use it

As I would address a human friend,

Knowing my ghost will be around

Until my days come to an end.

So I guess now that I am aware

That It’s my conscience not a ghost,

But to me it doesn’t matter

If having integrity I can boast!

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Alongside my successful “Going Well” is a continuous selling of my books (that all sales donate to Help for Heroes), in “dribs and drabs” and sometimes even more and at times without any great aim or attempt.

Ted & Beth, my created and mischievous Teddy Bears want me to point out that their very own book “Tea for Two: Poetic Antics of Ted & Beth” is selling especially well and appeals to all ages of kids, older kids and much older kids, or in fact everybody. So there Bears I have done it, and yes, I will include one of your poems next news blog.

My monthly poem columns and article in the free but excellent Hailsham, Bexhill and Eastbourne News continue with great responses, compliments and also recognition.

Near the end so another poem =

Railways of Life

If the “good time” train calls at your station

Make sure that you get on board,

For you may never get another chance

After “please mind the doors” is called.

Enjoy this journey and give thanks

For your blessings and good days,

Remembering it could be quite different

And you may travel less happy ways.

For railways of life can be fickle

Also known not to run on time,

And many have mechanical breakdowns

Leaving heartbreaking hills to climb.

So be aware of the many junctions

That any railway tracks may take,

And that you may well be stranded

If flawed travel plans you make.

So “bad time” trains may convey you

To destinations you don’t want to see,

With uncomfortable times prior to arrival

From which you cannot break free.

Thus it’s always best to map your trip

With all the plans you want to make,

For if your life journey all goes wrong

It could be more than you can take.

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Another busy blog for me with all the little glitches and tricks my laptop plays in attempt to put off or “derail” me (as of last poem lol KEEP OOOOP), but with limited Anglo Saxon language I am nearly done.

Time then as ever to thank you all for kind interest, attention, compliments and support THANK YOU !!!!

Last poem and of course a luuuuuuuurve poem for all you romantics out there, recognised, accepted or not, so my poem “Message From the Heart” follows..

Message from the Heart

Eyes can only see and admire

Objects of wonder in their views,

Especially when widened in awe

At a stunning hoped-for muse.

So an alert goes through the body

With the blood streaming around,

With an awakened amorous idea

That a gorgeous siren’s been found.

But we have little control over this

And must obey it from the start,

Within this “action stationed” frame

Hearing this message from the heart.

All people and the sights once seen

Have now faded from your sight,

Reduced to mere bit-part players

By this seismic feelings might.

Now the brain will try to balance

These vibrations, so very strong,

But the senses now have a target

Though the brain thinks it’s wrong.

Thus now nervous and infantile

A besotted body makes its move.

With new and aroused emotions

That the brain tries to approve.

So embarkations to possible grief

By the heart are now fully set

Off onwards, to hoped for passions

With this siren, very newly met.

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Thanks again as The Journey Continues GOING WELL…..

Love and Light from both Those Bears and I,

Laurie xx