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Ode to my Soulmate

Please hear…
Can you let my words fall gently on your ears
Can you hear them softly cry?
I will listen for your call and I promise to reply

Please touch…
Can you let my caresses be honest and true
Can you feel them touch your heart?
I will feel you near me and hold your hand however far apart

Please taste…
Can you taste my tears the rivers I have cried
Can you stop them from stealing my joy?
I will feed your belly with serenity so you may quietly enjoy

Please smell…
Can you smell my fragrance and instantly ignite
Can you keep my flame aburning?
I will embrace your incense and intensify your yearning

Please see…
Can you see me through accepting eyes
Can you see inside my soul?
I will see you as perfect my love, never need to cajole

Please…
Can you ask nothing of me and let me be
Can it possibly be enough
For our spirits to meet in unison to the same end

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I find that my poetry is a healing process when dark days loom and I am seem to write the best poignant poems then.

Happy days are best served by me writing articles weekly and thank goodness the dark days are few and far between smile

Thanks guys for the resonses

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LOOKING BACK

Hurricane – Devastation
Torrid River – Eroded Self

Everest – Missing Rope
Sandy Beach – Dead Survivor

Burdened Clouds – Delayed Labour
Pregnant Dreams – Stillborn

Broken Wings –Hampered Flight
Open Arms – Empty Hands

Naked Spaces – Lost Faces
Crumbled Walls – Shattered Dreams

Fallen Tears – Hope Contained
Narrow Paths – Lost Journey

Open Mind - Misunderstood
Closed Heart – Love Lost

Parched Throat – Poisoned Well
Imminent Sleep – Bed of Nails

Empty Grave – Life Unlived
Black Sky – Extinguished Stars

Blank Tombstone – Life forgotten
Ashes to Ashes – Dust to Dust

Judy Mills

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Moving lyrics. Well done!

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In the end

I’m in an abyss of despair
I call out, nobody is there.
Disembowelled

Alone in the dark I stand
No one is there to take my hand
Segregated

A bottomless cavity is inside
I need to run and hide
Wretched

My soul I tried to defend
To protect, to what end?
Repudiated

Tears fall, I begin to cry
I feel lost withered and dry
Mutated

I can stand no more
I now close the door
Oblivion

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For Sarah and Luke

Meiosis
Beating heart
Flutter, Quiver
Movement at last
Heart burn
Weight gain
Stretching, Inside and Out
Feeling knees and elbows

Tightening
Tired, Insomnia
Swollen feet
Time seems halted
Rush Rush
Speed it up
Constriction, Pain
Over and Above

Measure
Deliberate
Push, Shove
So Slowly, Deliberate
Strenuous
Gruelling, Challenging
Tired, Dead Beat
Energy Boost, Release

Squirming
Screaming, Lungs fill
Wet, Slippery
5 Toes, 5 Fingers
On my chest
Warm, Tiny
Kicking, Flailing
Helpless, Fighter

Delight, Fearsome
Confused, Bewildered
Motherly Instinct
Protect, Assist, Give
Warm mouth
Cold Nipple
Suckling, Life Milk
Bonding, Astonished

Diapers, Dummies
Sitting, Crawling
Babbling, Drooling
Smiles leave me Soaring
First Tooth, Chewing motion
First steps unsteady
Running, Climbing
Touching, Tasting

Separation Anxiety
Grazed knees
Stubbed toes
Solace in Mum’s arms
Watching Looking
Standing amazed
Growing so fast
Tears of Joy

Lego, Teddies
Bedtime Stories
Check the breathing
Palms on chest
Restless nights
Fevers, Inoculations
Furrowed Brows
Concerned, Troubled

Birthday Parties
Christmas Trees
Presents Parcels
Mine Mine Mine!
First day of School
Longer Legs
Smart Uniforms
Huge Satchels

Progress Reports
Proud Parent
Athletics, Swimming
Mum shouts the loudest
Newfound Friends
Pretty Pictures
Assignments, Tasks
Play Time on Weekends

Puberty, hormones
First loves, Broken Hearts
Make-Up and Fancy Clothes
Mums Taxi is summonsed
High School, New Attitudes
Pushing Boundaries
Testing Limits, ”I know it all”
How time flew suddenly

Hard times, Empty Tummies
New Homes, Riding Busses
Love, Hugs, Attention
Was this going to be enough
Young Lady, Young Man
Aspirations, Peer Pressure
High Grades, Low Grades
Pass with Flying Colours

Make ends Meet
Keep the roof over our Heads
Food in the Cupboards
Please get home Safely
Taller, Prettier,
More Handsome
Launch into the Big World
University, Choices
Law of Consequences

New Beginnings,
Changed Environment
New Rules, Subjects, Friends
Making a Mark as Adults
Cutting Apron Strings
Letting Go, Gaining confidence
Errors, Faults, Misunderstandings
Managing own lives

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Life steps

First step, all fall down
Chubby knees feel the pain
Little palms smack the floor
Up you get, try again
Tears well up, lips pout
Deep breath, something to gain
Don’t cry, don’t cry
Up you get, try again

Little steps through life
Things go against the grain
Hearts break, faith waivers
Up you get, try again
Tears well up, spill over
Your energy begins to drain
Fear, uncertainty, disappointments
Up you get, try again

Bigger steps into the unknown
Obstacles still remain
Remember the lessons
Up you get, try again
Tears well up, swallow them down
No longer need you feign
You have done this before
Up you get, try again

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I will see your face in every sunrise – I will remember you smiling as you wake
I will see you at the end of each day – I will remember watching you as you sleep

I will hear your voice in the wind – I will remember the secrets we shared
I will hear you in the rivers – I will remember your catching laughter

I will feel your touch in the rain – I will remember your gentle caresses
I will feel you as I walk through the soft grass – I will remember how you reached for me

I will touch you in the winter – I will remember your warm body next to mine
I will touch your skin as I pull up my collar – I will remember your breath in my neck

I will taste you in the summertime – I will remember your soft kisses
I will taste your sweat in the heat – I will remember hot humid nights spent together

I will smell your scent in the forest – I will remember fun times in the mountains
I will smell you in my bed – I will remember how you hugged your pillows

I will reach for you in my fears – I will remember your comforting heartbeat
I will reach for you in my dreams – I will remember the dreams we shared

I will call out for you in my screams – I will remember your soothing words
I will call out for you in my tears – I will remember your hugs that made it alright

I will bless you in my joy – I will remember the laughter we shared
I will bless you in my turmoil – I will remember how you taught me to relax

I will thank you in my insecurities – I will remember your trustworthiness
I will thank you in my prison – I will remember how you broke open my closed door

I will listen to you in the silence – I will remember how you couldn’t say the words
I will listen to you in the emptiness – I will remember how you filled the void with a look

I will look to the horizon – I will remember the open road we would have loved to take
I will look up to the stars – I will remember the ones we reached for but fell short of

I will remember

Judy Mills

Don Quixote – Mad man or ……………. Questions left unanswered


The Impossible Dream - is it real or a mad-mans dream never to materialise?
Who dares to dream? Who dares to make a difference? Who strives for better? Who has the insatiable urge to be different? Who says what he really feels? Who does what his heart desires? Who dares to stop and take stock of his life?

Do we label those who dare to dream as mad-men? If we have no dreams then where are we going? If the quest for life is living dare we not take the chance to dream? Do we fear what the future may bring if we take a chance? Do we risk being mad should we dream? Do we risk sanity should we not?

What essence is there in following the rest of the crowd who have no idea where they are going? Do we feel a sense of belonging to a community, doing what is expected of us? Has society put labels on behaviourism in order to instil fear into those hearts that will not conform? What does society offer for those who dare to dream those who step out of the boundaries set by those who want to control? Ridicule and extradition?

Where would society be if it were not for the risk takers? Back in the Stone Age? We are taught as children to conform, obey, respect authority, but what becomes of those who dare challenge the authoritarian beliefs? Are they not labelled mad, insane, criminal, immoral, illogical, and non-conformist? Who dared to challenge these archaical beliefs? Galileo, Da Vinci, Einstein, Columbus, Mozart, Picasso, Van Gogh, Nostradamus? Who were they? What did they offer the world? Through which small gap in this forsaken universe did these “mad men” fall? How did they escape unnoticed and unscathed only to turn the world and its beliefs upside down?

The Don Quixote’s of this world could offer us a light for our darkened paths, but do we have the courage to light our own way? Have we over conditioned our minds to such an extent that we are incapable of independent thought? Have we nothing left to create or discover? What did those who dared to dream offer us? Dare we say “nothing”? Or dare we say “everything”?

What wrath would we incur should we step outside the boundaries set by society? What if we move outside of moral values, governmental laws, scientific theories and religious traditions in search of our own path in life?  Dare we become mad and make a difference? If we move beyond these boundaries, are we prepared to be accountable for the repercussions thereof?  Mankind has been striving for the ideal world - can we see where we have erred? Are we prepared to face the truth? Have we the courage to change and challenge the boundaries set by man, for man? Have these boundaries society has set, been our own trap, or demise? Caught in an entangled web of rules and regulations, do we have the space to grow and flourish? Or do we struggle against our own souls, spirits and intuition in order to conform? Do we therefore say that we must selfishly strive to achieve our own goals? Are we to trample the spirits of others in our quest? Should we not be mindful of how we wish to traverse the unknown? Can we live with the damage we have incurred in the aftermath? Or would we rather look back on our choices and feel contentment. Can we really afford to not walk our path with integrity? Can we see a way to grow, morph and achieve in the search for our own meaning and purpose in life?

Would we risk our souls should we take a step into the unknown? Where would our souls be if we didn’t? Should we say we are content to follow like sheep? Whose is to say one is better than the other, if both sides have merit? Who realises that fear is the greatest motivator? Who of us can stare fear in the face and take a risk? Should we be fearful rather of an unfulfilled life if we don’t take that risk? Can we take the risk of following our intuition, walking a path of the soul, of being different? Or of being the best we can be? Are we not all we have to offer this world? Is that not the single most effective tool we have? Ourselves? Have we realised the potential of our lives? Have we the courage to release that potential? What would we stand to lose besides our ego?

What would we gain besides our soul?