Most human beings are very sociable
And need contact response from others,
Whilst we make our way in life
Alongside family, friends and lovers.
For if people are separated or lonely
They will often not function too well,
And perhaps behave in unusual ways
With some reactions that clearly tell,
That they are not at a hearts ease
Due to lack of that positive stroke,
As social contact is a basic need
To ensure our health won’t choke.
So when a deadly, contagious virus
Threatens every person world wide,
All places of social gatherings closed
With orders to stay home and inside.
For all collective groups or crowds
Which as social beings give us cheer,
Can no longer be allowed at present
While a silent killer spreads mass fear.
Therefore I got a surreal experience
Quite emotional, like a form of grief.
As one evening on my allowed walk
The deafening silence beggared belief,
Of events in such a very short time
Having everyone in a panicking quake,
Which brought about the eerie quiet
A world destroying bomb would make.
There was no noise of children playing,
Music was not heard, or any traffic hum,
Revealing petrified people are staying in
So to a creeping virus won’t succumb.
For life routine changed dramatically
Like a cruel twist in some sick game,
As we fight to survive unnatural events
In a world unlikely to be the same.
No doubt that reaches parts other poems may not reach, but moving on now.
I earlier mentioned looking back, and “Good Old Facebook” threw me up a gem of a memory from 2016 when I was a guest, quite regularly, on Eastbourne Radio DGH, this time with an excellent lady on The Tracey Alexander show. The Interview was over about an hour, but this Link is cut down and quite hilarious at times with me also reading out 4 poems Hopefully this Link should still get you there? “IF” not you can find it easily on my Facebook page LAURIE WILKINSON…..
While I am “on about” such things, after a “tip off”, I Googled myself, (lol I was TOLD to😘) and there is “masses” about me on there, which goes to show Big Brother is alive and well. and WHO KNOWS where it can lead to? I just Googled my name and/or Laurie Wilkinson Poet…. Yup Regrouping, consolidating and still moving on!
After that it just HAS to be this title from my very first book published in April 2014….
There is a teardrop on the table
From the whispers of the past,
For all the dreams and plans
That somehow did not last.
Despite all, you’ve emerged now
Out from those mists of time,
Saw the rivers that contained you
And the hills you could not climb.
So you made your way regardless
Of the pitfalls and the traps,
And settled in your castle
With scarce a dip or lapse.
Maybe your destiny is different
From what you’d hoped it would be,
But looking back from now
At that time you could not see
Without the gift of foresight
Just how everything would end.
So thoughts of could’ve, should have
Are now just scars to mend.
Of course it could be different
From how it’s all turned out,
Knowing then just what would happen
We would succeed without a doubt.
But life never is that simple
When the answers can be seen,
So we would make new errors
After the old ones we redeem.
Good “past” title a? LOL I’m getting better at this, BUT speaking of such, here is a brief list of all achievements in my short, 7 years nearly, journey that most of YOU wonderful guys have helped, encouraged, supported etc with, THANK YOU !!!! :-
Eight published books in just over 6 years, poems printed in Daily Mail, two poems and articles in Daily Mirror (June & July 2020) Five of my poems read out with multi mentions on National Radio that broadcasts internationally, regular interviews and reading of my poems on BBC Radio Sussex & Surrey, with many other local radio interviews and guest slots, plus further publications and various prizes from competitions.
I have written a monthly article with poems in them on the article theme, for The Sussex Newspaper online (thesussesnewspaperonline) for nearly six years.
Ok and again very aptly after that Its JOKE TIME, Yeeeeeeeeeeahh 😂😂😂
1) People laughed at Security Guard with Greyhound saying he not scare robbers, but I said “NO but he’ll CATCH them!”!!!
2) I think all that dancing and running about on tip toe is Ballet dangerous…..
3) I’m reading a terrific book on gravity, and just cannot put it down 🤡
I think after that, lol when you’ve all stopped laughing ???? lol another poem…..
From my second book published way back in late 2014 (just where has the time gone?), but HEY look what we’ve all done…..
All or Something
Life is a feast or famine
And never seems to even out,
Either all the land is flooding
Or we’re suffering a drought.
If you want to catch a bus
You are standing like a dunce,
Past your final waiting time
Then four will come at once.
Luck seems to be the same
You will get every call right,
Then quickly as it changes
You lose everything in sight.
Getting your finances done
Bills paid with money left,
When a run of expenses come
And all at once you are bereft.
Fishermen cast their bait
And the nets are filled tight,
But then there is a long time
With not one single bite.
Life is feast or famine
And never seems to even out,
Either all the world is flooding
Or we’re suffering a drought.
Is it a game that’s played?
By angels and mascots creed
That allows a win sometimes
Before stopping all our greed.
Perhaps it’s our perception
Of what we want to obtain.
But whatever does befall us
We must get back up again!
A quite meaningful message there from that early poem, and as a very brief mention and thought for all people struggling with serious or terminal illnesses at this awful time that must make their situation worse. We are all thinking of every one of you!
One lovely lady only recently known to me is seriously ill and a friend read her some of my poems, and she (and myself) was reduced to tears, but happiness and laughter tears…. My goodness how stunningly humbled and grateful I am that my poems could give such comfort at such a dreadful time. All power and love to you Lady S❤️
Moving on a bit misty eyed, but maybe another clue to people who kindly ask me how can I write so expansively, but it is all in the world around us. Our “bad time” might be a party for others?
Nearly there, but a quick mention and thanks for P R of a new site I have been introduced to for my poems and Help for Heroes support. More next time🙏
I include the following as frequently asked…..
All eight of my books :–
Poetic Views of Life
More Poetic Views of Life
Reviews of Life in Verse
Life Scene in Verse
Life Presented In Verse,
Poet Reveals All (in your world).
Poet Reflects Your World
Poetic Seeds to Fruition
These all ensure my donation to the excellent charity I support, promote and donate to, that being Help for Heroes.
My first 3 books are only priced £4.99 each, with my 4th and 5th bigger books at £6.99. My new 8th and sixth & 7th books, all bigger are still £9.99. and all are for sale on Amazon, book stores or preferably from me ………….. firstname.lastname@example.org Or 07967 355236
I can now also write a “Personal Poem” for you, your family, any event or your business too…….
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Ok, Ted n Beth are shouting at me to finish, alright Henry The First? So last poem and as usual a romance one so get ya hearts, hankies, hopes or other commodities out….
From my 7th book and again quite appropriate for the weather outside:-
Anything frozen can be chilled or cold
Into a state of freshness preserved,
So in a manner of speaking then
Just like something you’ve reserved,
To come back to when appropriate
And usually this will be your food.
But in other types of occasions
Maybe an event to be pursued.
Now that can be very convenient
As life does not always suit,
The situation or circumstance
On your current travel route,
Which could not work out exactly
As you would much prefer it to.
So leaving it for sometime later
Is more appealing to you.
So I guess that is my situation
As I now return your way,
For I had frozen my feelings
Seeming like forever and a day.
But now all the boxes are ticked
And the timing feels just right,
For me to come and sweep you
Off your feet and out of sight.
As my frozen state was melting
I did not feel I could hold on,
Too much longer to find you
And my moment might be gone.
But I can see now by your face
You still have me in your heart,
As I swoop to lovingly take you
Where will never be apart.
Virtually the end so I will let you get the relevance of photos as I say a BIG thanks to all of you for being here and giving great support as The Journey Continues ONWARD..
Cheers, love, peace and thanks from myself and Ted n Beth,