1) "QUIET MEDICINE"
Margaret Ann Waddicor 7th November 2010.

I love silence,
its potent pregnancy,
its contrast probably because my mind's
so busy creating the sound of words
of music,
of interest in so much,
that it needs this to survive,
without burning itself up in the too much!

we all have our place of living
those tinniest of anmals live fast heart-beat lives
while huge beasts content themselves
with more peaceful pass times.

I want to eat some children
They’re yummy as can be!
Look! They’re really tasty
I’ll have them for my tea.

I spo’se I’ll have to cook them
No! that’s against the law,
But what else can I do
I cannot eat them raw!

Besides I’m on a diet
And they’re like lumps of ghee
They’ll expand me midriff
beyond capacity.

I’ll snack upon their digits
I know that they’re fat free
Serve them up with salad
Co’s that’s low calorie.

Arise, and walk along these streets,
breathe and partake of the dregs
of the mighty industrial age;
paint the colours of its appeal -

toxic fumes that light the path
to days only just imagined.

Parted lips bare wisdom,
shatter the silence that shackles;
within parched throat, sealed
sounds peal from the belfry -

tender whispers caress
each unknown orphaned heart.

Lift high the banner brave;
let the bitter winds bite
lash fierce its tattered frame,
light gapes through its holes-

What is a star ?
But something dying
Yet is beautiful

Does anyone miss it ?
When no longer there
Leaving a void

Unreachable
Untouchable
Only meant to be gazed upon in awe

Sharing light
Giving guidance
Symbol of hope

Ablaze
Burning bright
While wearing a façade
Of ice

Many gaze upon you
No one can
Draw near

One day you will fade
Still
An image will
Remain